The award for most disorganized human of the week goes to…

I think I must be amongst the most disorganized of humans. Honestly some days I wonder how I even manage to wake up. Do you guys have days like this?

For example, this last Sunday my boyfriend and I decided to make an impromptu visit to Canada’s Wonderland (which turned out to be the best ever decision), and half way through the day I received a text from one of my friends which read: sorry I don’t think I can make it out tonight…

I scratched my head for a moment and then I remembered we had made plans to go see a monologue slam. Good thing she cancelled because I wouldn’t even have remembered to cancel I’m so disorganized.

and before you say it, I know what you’re thinking: Why not use a calendar?

Well I do. In fact I have an agenda that I use, a phone calendar, and a flip calendar which I keep on my desk. The problem in this last example is that I didn’t write our date in any of these.

I did, however, manage to write down a doctor’s appointment which I scheduled earlier in the week for just this morning. Last night before I went to bed I looked at my flip calendar and said to myself okay, don’t forget your appointment tomorrow morning. The appointment was for 10:30. At 11:30 I finally looked at my calendar and had that self loathing oh shit moment. There it was written clear as day: Doctor’s appointment @ 10:30.

So what was I doing that was more important than making it to my doctor’s appointment, you may ask?  Making pancakes. Yup, fluffy pancakes and maple syrup took priority over finding a family doctor. Welcome to my brain. The fact that I missed this appointment is made 100 x worse by the fact that it’s literally the second time I missed it this week.

That’s right, I’m so scatterbrained lately that I forgot about the same appointment twice in the span of 4 days. The original appointment was for 10:30 on Monday, and at 10:35 I had the oh shit moment and called them right away to reschedule it for today. Sigh.

I’m writing this quickly before meeting some friends tonight. At least I’m remembering that. On my way out of the apartment I spent literally thirty minutes looking for my keys which I ended up finding in the pocket of the sweater I wore this morning when I ran late to the doctor’s office.

Once I returned a sweater to the Bay 3 years after it was given to me as a Christmas present. And yes, they did take it back.

The other morning I prided myself on only hitting the snooze button 7 times before getting up.

Is there a pill for this? Do any of you have any suggestions? I need an app on my phone with a hand that comes out and hits me upside the head to get me on track. This is why I’m such a minimalist wannabe. If I have nothing, then I will lose nothing. But I suppose even minimalism won’t help me remember doctor’s appointments.

2015 means less stuff to hate

One of my many goals this year (including resurrecting this blog) is minimising and simplifying my life.  I wouldn’t necessarily say I want to become a “minimalist”. I’m not lusting after empty walls, counting everything I own, or planning to only wear black from now on.

Not that I even think minimalists do that.

Ever since I realised just how much I hate my stuff I’ve been slowly but surely chopping away at all the clutter that surrounds me and purging it. I came across a great quote recently that really resonated with me: That which you hold holds you.

The truth is that having the stuff has been more of a burden than a reward. Any clothes I buy I have to wash, knick knacks have to be dusted, books have to be stored, and on and on and on. What a nightmare it has all become. Like the ring. Not the ring where the creepy girl crawls out of the TV (that’s an entirely different nightmare), but Frodo’s ring. Carrying that little ring is such a massive burden for him and that’s exactly how I feel about my stuff.  I need to take it to Mordor and be rid of it forever.

That’s not to say I haven’t already come a long way. I might not be traipsing into Mordor just yet, but perhaps I’m at the Black Gate. Here’s what I’ve managed to oust in the last year and 10 months since writing about this the first time:

  • All of my childhood toys/stuffed animals. My previous neighbours had a young daughter and one day I asked the mom if she would be interested in them. To my luck she was and poof! They were gone. Not only that but I was able to see the daughter playing with and enjoying the stuffed animals on numerous occasions, so not only was I unburdened, but they were fulfilling their purpose again. That felt nice. Like in Toy Story. Aw.
  • All the cables/wires/plugs/phones of old. Those things that I didn’t know what to do with but didn’t want to throw out? I finally sorted through them all and took them to a recycling depot.
  • Clothes. So many clothes. Ridiculous amounts of clothes. I got rid of them. I donated so many bags I couldn’t even fathom a guess at the number. I don’t know how I even managed to amass as many as I did considering I have never been much of a shopper, nor very fashionable. In fact I spent 4 years pursuing a dance degree where I wore sweatpants to school every day and was asked what the special occasion was if I was wearing jeans.
  • Miscellaneous items I can’t even remember. Things that sat on shelves collecting dust, extra sheet sets, blankets, etc.
  • Several pieces of furniture.
  • Books… the hardest to part with. I took about 85% of my book collection for donation. Along with the three bookshelves that were their home for the last few years. Actually I wrote an entire blog post about this but never got around to posting it. Although I love my books and it was painstaking to part with them, I’m glad they’re gone to be read by new eyes. All that remains are a few favourite novels, my poetry collection (which I’ll probably never be ready to part with) and books that I have yet to read.

It all comes down to time. I want to spend more of it on the things I love and less of it fretting over the mundane chores on my to-do list.  Now it’s just about being certain that I love everything I have, and that everything brings something positive to my life so that it is worth the effort to maintain. My main goal is to ensure there’s absolutely nothing wasting away in a box in a closet. Everything I have, as William Morris would say, should be either useful or beautiful. That’s why I’m keeping the dogs. Not only are they beautiful, but they help keep me warm on those horrid winter mornings where I just don’t want to get out of bed.

Lastly I’d like to send a belated Happy New Year to everyone. Thank you to those who might still be reading this, you are all amazing.

Perpetual unemployment

Apparently I have a knack for two things: disappearing and unemployment.

I don’t think either are necessarily bad things. The summer when I was 20 I decided to go live in Japan for three months without telling anyone (except for my parents because I was a courteous daughter and still living with them at the time). I remember the Friday before I left my friend asked me to hang out the week after and I replied with a maybe. Then when he messaged me the next week asking what time I could meet I wrote back “Sorry can’t make it, in Japan.”

I don’t know if I thought I was being exceptionally devious or what, but the funny thing was the next year I did the exact same thing to the same friend when I went to visit Ireland for a month. Whenever we hang out now he always says “see you later, assuming you’re in the country.”

As for the unemployment part… I’m sure some of you recall my constant posts complaining about my job. Well as it turns out last month my mom was going to be travelling to BC for a couple weeks and invited me to go with her. So I requested a week off with the manager..

“Absolutely not,” she said, “in fact I’m giving you far more hours than you even agreed to work that week without asking you because I’m so unreasonable and crazy.”

“No worries,” I replied, “you can put me on the schedule as much as you like, just keep in mind that I won’t be showing up because I’m quitting this dumpy hell hole.”

Then I trashed the place.

Okay, that’s not exactly how it happened. (The more boring version includes me handing in two weeks notice and her spending a full hour trying to convince me to stay.)

Anyway, I was clearing the hundreds of photos I took off my camera just now and thought I might as well share some of them with you guys rather than letting them rot away in hard drive obscurity 🙂

The morning of departure:

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I kid you not I did not place Rupert next to my stuff.. he went and sat there because he knew something was up and he hates to be left behind. Unnecessary worry because he had a reason to come on the trip anyway.

What I really like about driving through this part of Canada at this time of year is you really get a full spectrum of weather.

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Field is an awesome spot to stop to let the dogs out because they have a lovely park to walk through right by the highway. Case in point-

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Pretty, right? Got a pic snapped with the mountain. The snow was pretty deep there.. to give an idea..

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Join me for a snowy picnic, anyone? Of course by the time you get to BC it’s all lush greenery and nice temperatures.

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Hope is absolutely one of my favourite places. Real small town in the middle of the mountains. It’s just gorgeous and has a really unique feel.

Finally made it to our destination (Chilliwack) after splitting the drive into 2 days. Chilliwack is a nice city in the Fraser Valley, it’s also surrounded by mountains, they’re just not as on top of you as they are in Hope. It’s a big farming place:

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Seriously look how green it is! Maybe it’s just cause I live in Calgary where everything is either covered in snow or brown and dead, but I can’t get over it. So nice 🙂 I like this pic because it is Chilliwack to a T. This is just a hobby farm, so this is a picture of someone’s backyard with their cows and their green space… you know how it is.

Speaking of cows

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You know you’re in farming country when…

One lady commented “surely there are better things to take pictures of” when she saw me snapping this. Umm, no. There really aren’t. I found it pretty amusing that they needed to specify so many different animals.

I entered Rupert into the dog show while we were there, here we are competing against the rest:

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This judge didn’t end up picking Rupert, can you believe that? We both took it pretty hard. So we trashed the place. And then Rupert took a nap.

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Just kidding. Actually one of the judges who had great taste did take a liking to Rupert and awarded him Winners Dog, if that means anything to any of you.

So a week and a half later and it was time to say goodbye to the green stuff.

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We took the Crowsnest Pass home (the longer, more scenic route). Spent the night in wonderful Castlegar (above) and hit up a few touristy spots.

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I can always tell I’m getting closer to home when I see the snow creeping up again.

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And what’s up with this?  For whatever reason the person who designed this map decided to include a single tree on this random stretch of road to account for the massive forest surrounding the highway. Thank you, GPS.

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And the continental divide. Once again inaccessible thanks to the mass accumulation of snow. At least this was taken in April so it’s not totally unreasonable. This was the situation a few days ago:

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Spring in Calgary. Perfect May weather. Why do I live here again?

It was a great and refreshing trip all in all. The only regrettable thing was that once again I failed to see a moose.

Oh, did I mention you are all awesome? Hope you’re having a great day 😉