#JanuaryCure lessons

Last year, I didn’t get very far into the January Cure. I kept falling behind during the week, with plans to catch up during the weekend, and that never happened. Although I continued to fall behind this year, there were two differences that did allow me to catch up on the weekends — two girl friends also did the Cure, one who I ended up doing a lot of home-related errands with, and while I had planned to skip the get-together at the end of the month last year, this year I signed on to it as well (in for a penny, in for a pound), which meant I had to have my place clean by the end of the month. Additionally, I triaged the assignments and was able to recognize when I didn’t need an assignment (electrical cords are fairly well under control at my place), giving me another day of catchup where I needed it.

There were three interesting things that happened during the month, at least one of which I hope to continue throughout the rest of the year.

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Some #JanuaryCure thoughts

Every now and then, I have a moment where I realize that I might stay in this city forever, and it freaks me out a little bit. Until university, I lived my entire life in one house, in one city, but once I started my internships, I haven’t lived anywhere longer than a year and a half a year. (It’s a technicality: I lived in Lloydminster for a year and a half, but lived in two different apartments, for six months and a year respectively.)

I’ve done it enough times at this point, moving isn’t a big deal anymore. But even though I’ve now lived in one city and one apartment for nearly 19 months, moving is still very much on my mind, in the sense that each time I acquire something, I think, “How am I going to move that?” “Will I move that, or will I leave it behind or replace it?” Continue reading

22, 25 and one goal

It’s easy to forget that Buddy Holly was only 22 when he died. Listen to his records, research his success, and, by today’s standards, the fact that he was married — he accomplished a lot in a short time.

I’ve been in love with Buddy Holly since a junior high English project based on S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders, and I was sure that 22 for me was going to be a memorable year. It was, for lots of reasons — over the course of 21 months, I graduated university and left my hometown for good, I let someone walk out of my life who should have left a long time ago, I met three amazing people who “forced” me to be their friend but for that I’m very grateful, I found a passion within my industry (which I already loved in general, but discovering that I can and will defend digital media — creating things that newsprint can’t do — has opened some doors for me), and I lost two people who I still miss every day. Continue reading

One year, after three cities and seven moves

It’s already been a year, and I can’t believe it. Today is the second of my two first anniversaries — June 30 was a year in Edmonton, and today is a year at my current job. Maybe that’s not a big deal for most people, but for someone who has moved through three cities in one-and-a-half provinces (the closest I got to Saskatchewan was a block from the border, though my office was in Saskatchewan), resulting in seven moves in four years, staying in one place for a year is huge. Planning to stay for even more years — which I am — is even bigger (and scarier).

Plus, after a year in Lloydminster, I was starting to look to leave the job that I was at (though it would take another six months). That’s not the case here, and it can’t be illustrated more perfectly than an exchange that happened last week on vacation with a friend.

I’d already asked that we detour through downtown to check out one of their arts buildings because it’s relevant to my job, which was fine and made sense. A couple days later, we were walking through Golden Gate Park, and came upon a statue of Verdi. I got really excited and exclaimed to K. that it was pretty cool to come across a random statue of Verdi where you would least expect it, and she’s looking at me like I’m crazy. So I had to explain that he was an opera composer, and it’s the 200th anniversary of his birth this year, in October. Her response? “You’re pretty passionate about your job, you know?”

It’s a little weird, but yeah, I am. When I was offered the position, I knew of at least two friends who told me that they had heard of the posting, but they thought they wouldn’t like the work, so they didn’t apply for it. Yes, I was unsure too, but I love it. I have to learn crazy facts that I would never bother with otherwise, which means I do get excited about a random statue of Verdi in San Francisco.

I started blogging when I was in Lloyd, and I know there are some posts that note my one-year blogging anniversary, one year of living on my own (not counting summers) and my one-year milestone of living in the Border City, with promises to blog about those thoughts. I never did, and yet, I’ve been excited about this anniversary (seriously) since about May.

This is the city that I want to be in, I’m lucky enough to work in my chosen field with some really smart people, and that I get to call some other really smart, interesting Edmonton people my friends on top of all of that.

Cuddle your introvert

Disclaimer: the title for this post is totally borrowed from a friend. I more or less bolted from the #makesomethingyeg launch party tonight, after toughing it out for about two hours and finally giving in to being terrified by the idea of mingling. On my way home, I texted a friend, asking if I could crash her apartment for a chai tea latte. (She makes really good chai tea lattes.) Continue reading

Watering my patch of Internet

Everything that I know about gardening is … not a lot. I managed to nearly successfully raise a tomato plant two summers ago, even carting it to a friend’s house so he could look after it for the 10 days I was on vacation. However, last summer, with minimal effort, I managed to kill my second attempt at a tomato plant in record time. Possibly due to minimal effort.

After acquiring a pallet late last August and inspired by Pinterest, I plan to build a vertical garden this summer. I expect to kill a couple tomato plants while doing it, but it’s a start, and will hopefully yield something.

In that case, I’m well aware that I’m starting from square one, and that’s OK. I don’t know a lot about gardening, and I’ll learn something this summer.

What I do feel I have a fairly good handle on, however, is the Internet. Give me a couple of hours and allow me to sigh loudly when frustrated, and I can probably have at least the basics of any digital media platform worked out shortly. I love analytics, and some days, it just seems like there’s too much interesting content on the Internet and not enough appropriate time/ways/channels to share it.

If the Internet were a community garden, the plots that were most attractive and produced high yields would use analytics smartly, incorporate a variety of media, and both curate and create good content. Continue reading