(I thought I’d share this poem that was taken from a journal of mine, it was written July 26, 2006.)
Forget Me Never
by Ash
Forget me never;
Forget me not.
Times we loved;
Times we fought.
We walked alone;
We walked together.
Forget me not;
Forget me never.
I’ve been nursing a real bad neck as of late, I have no idea what might have caused it, all I know is that it’s been nagging me for awhile now. It could be the gym, quite possibly from shoveling or maybe it’s the way I slept, something has been causing me to slow turn my head for the past two weeks. I was never one to just tolerate the pain so I have been doing my best to rehab it as much as possible, so far, though, the pain keeps coming back. Over the years I’ve accumulated my share of bumps, bruises, and broken bones but with time I healed and the pain all went away, I always bounced back 100%.
This neck thing does bother me a lot, but I’m still doing everything I normally do, there’s a discomfort but I manage the pain enough to get through it. To aid in my recovery, I’m using the help of the gym, heating lotions, stretching and my doctor has prescribed me some pills too but I only take them when I absolutely need to (not a fan). I have resorted to a more physiotherapy like approach when it comes to my gym workout and I make sure not to overdo it which is important when you are rehabbing any type of injury. Best not to push it and make something worst. If you sit at a desk all week like I do it’s good to take some time during your day to work out your strained muscles, working in front of a monitor can wreak havoc on your posture and can also make an existing injury flare up something fierce. I try to pay attention to how I am sitting to alleviate some discomfort created by slouching or hunching over at my desk which I’m guilty of from time to time. Heat has seemed to provide me with the most relief; I have been using a magic bag and a heat rub to loosen the tight muscles in my neck. When it comes to our bodies, we know ourselves the best and we all respond to treatment differently; some of the things that I have suggested are things that you can try for yourself. I do want to point out that if you are experiencing pain on any level, it’s best to consult a doctor and then with that advice you can start your road to recovery.
Dealing with pain is awful; my stepfather had to live with pain each and every day for about a five year period not long ago. He injured himself on the job and was faced with a future of surgeries, painkillers, and extensive rehab that even then provided no absolute surety that he would get back to his old self. I saw that man who is by far the strongest man I know concede that he was at the mercy of chronic pain and on his darkest day cursed everything and wanted to quit. I earned a lot of respect for people suffering in chronic pain because of the hell my stepdad had to endure during his recovery. Because of his will and the support of the family, he’s completely back to himself today but for awhile there, he was doubtful that he would ever truly be rid of the pain entirely.
Staying healthy is a challenge, we try our best to take care of ourselves but sometimes the unpredictability of life proves that anything can happen. We break and bleed all the time, as far back as our days of bumping into corners and falling off our bikes, we are all too familiar with the feeling of pain. Now that I’m older it’s becoming apparent that I may not fix as easy as I used to, I need to do my part but I also need to accept going to the doctor when something doesn’t feel right. I know people who avoid the hospital at all the time which actually puzzles me, why? Ego? Denial? I can’t answer that question for anyone but myself but I hope my dialog has made you think about how important it is to look after yourself. We have friends and family that love and depend on us so we have to think about them too, they matter and so do you, don’t forget that. My neck got me thinking and this post was just my way of exploring my thought…next time I make a post though I promise it won’t be so much of a Pain in the Ash.
I watched a movie earlier tonight, “Cardboard Boxer”, not bad of a film. It starred Thomas Hayden Church and Terrance Howard, and it focused on the homeless. Watching the main character Thomas Hayden Church fight adversity and survive his way through day to day life on the streets got me thinking. A few nights ago I went for a walk and later wrote about it, I blogged about how cold it was and how much I hated winter. It’s true, I was just “vent writing” and emoting my true frustration with how I felt about the dark days of winter. No question about it, that night was cold, sooo cold, it was bitter and there was snow everywhere I looked. As I walked along my body was in a full contraction from the brisk night air, I couldn’t help but think about how people who live on the streets do it. Imagine having no place to go and having to try to find somewhere warm to sleep every night of your life, not only that you have to feed yourself too.
We witness this all the time, we pass by the usual suspects every day on our lunch breaks that give us their best pitch Monday through Friday to score just a little bit of change. As soon as that interaction of just a quick yes or no is over, you move on with your life. We go back to discussing what plans we have for the weekend or how good our workout was that day, the question of where you were sleeping tonight never entered your thoughts. That night as I walked I thought about it a lot, I was freezing, yes I was wimping out a bit too but I was content knowing I had a warm home to return to. I asked myself what I would do, what would be my gut instinct, could I be capable of the lasting a night like that on the street? Probably not, but it humbled me knowing how fortunate I was and how my problems just don’t seem as important anymore. I look out the window and I see a driveway that needs to be shoveled or I see a hinderance to my morning commute, I can’t appreciate the challenges they must endure each and every day battling mother nature.
The next time you pass by someone who could use some help, do so, give them a chance. Yes, I know, how can you be sure where the money is going? So many questions rush through your mind during that microtransaction, it’s milliseconds, we are quick to judge. We can stand there all day morally debating if we should but we already know the answer to that question. How much do we waste each day on the simplest of pleasures that we enjoy, ask yourself again, can you afford to give? I bet the answer is yes, we just try to find answers for saying no, like we have something to prove. We honestly don’t know where we will find ourselves in life, there are peaks and valleys in every dynamic.
That night made me realize that sometimes I do take life for granted and I do have it good but sometimes I think otherwise. I have a roof over my head, a job that I go to from week to week and a family that love and care for me. Appreciate the fact that you have cable and that the internet exists, a trip to the store takes 5 minutes by car, we got it pretty good. Give of yourself, help out at a soup kitchen, donate your used clothing, do whatever you can because at the end of the day if you give back to the people that need it the most it can slowly become the only change they might need.
I went for a walk last night and boy was it cold, the air was crisp, the snow made crunchy noises under my feet and my face kept seizing up on me, ah winter. Didn’t matter what the temperature was, I determined to get a walk in, it was a beautiful night so I threw on a few layers and took off. I kind of fast walked at first which warmed me a little, then when I passed the point of no return I had no choice but to see it through. As I paced along kicking the scatter chunk of ice I thought, we are nowhere near the end of the winter season and it is really starting to get to me. I’ve lived here on this island for my entire life and you would think by now I would be used to the cold Atlantic Canadian winters but that is by far the polar opposite (pun intended).
Yesterday morning we had 30+ centimeters dumped on us which we all had to wake up to and to add to that, had to do so on Monday morning-gross. Yeah the 5:30 wake-up call from the neighbor’s idling snowblower is always an indication that there was shoveling in my future, it was about to be a “morning”. Feeling robbed already of my weekend I turned over and made a cave with my pillows complete with a tiny hole with a perfect view of the alarm clock. Lying there defeated by mother nature along with a severe case of the Mondays, I started doing the math in my head of the steps between getting out of bed and sitting at my desk. On the verge of facing the harsh reality that I had to move my lazy butt and very close to leaving the sanctuary of bed when all of the sudden, my face started buzzing. It was a call from my co-worker, she was calling to tell me that work had a delayed opening, yes…there is a god. There’s no better feeling than looking outside at winter punching everything in the face and then being told that there’s no work, how old am I again? With the anxiety of white-knuckle traffic and snow drifts lifted off my shoulders I returned to the blanketed abyss because it’s a snow day. Well, it was more like a snow morning but like I said, after losing the weekend and on top of that a Monday morning, I’ll take it. (Ash 1 Winter 0)
Oh yeah, I hate not having sidewalks. (Ash 1 Winter 1)
I’ve made it to tibbs eve, the shopping is done, it’s snowing outside and I just poured a drink-Merry Christmas everybody. People were hustling and bustling at the malls,traffic created some white knuckled moments, and there’s a turkey keeping my fridge door from shutting all the way, all sure signs that Santa is soon coming to town. Everyone I saw tonight looked relatively happy as they buzzed around putting final touches on the last of their holiday lists. Sales at every turn, “excuse me” was the phrase of choice and I even passed a lineup of cheerful kids waiting for a photo op with the man in red himself all just in the “nick”of time.
There’s so much that needs to be done before the big day and it’s only now that I got the opportunity to make a blog post and ironically also in the nick of time. I had to make some sort of post for the conditions are all there. There’s a blizzard outside, the tree is beautiful with all those lights, gifts are being wrapped and christmas music has created the perfect atmosphere for me to write. An atmosphere that makes me think back on old times trying to recall some of the things that I did as a kid to celebrate the day before the eve of Christmas. Memories of happy times and how for that one time of year family was first, food was plentiful and the world seems to stop, even if for a few short days.
People are winding down their workloads, shutting off their lights and punching out for some well deserved quality time with family and friends. Gathering together and enjoying each other as much as possible, eating, drinking and just creating special moments with the people we love, I love this time of year. Life throws so much at us, it allows us to become distracted from what matters the most. To get time like this to forget all that and just focus on our closest bff’s and the kinfolk are times to be celebrated-embrace it. My grandmother loved Christmas, she loved people and with her, there was no such thing as too many, everybody was welcomed no matter what. She was in her glee when there was a constant roar in of conversation in the kitchen and drink of whiskey in her hand, that smirk on her face when you questioned what was in her glass would guarantee to make your heart smile.
Miss somebody? Christmas is famous for that as well unfortunately, this time of year can remind us of that void in our lives but that’s ok because we need that too. Sure it sucks reminiscing about a time that no longer includes a certain someone, but for the time that they were around I bet there are some unforgettable Christmases that were spent together. I miss my grandparents, my uncles and friends a lot at Christmas time but thinking about them also makes me feel at peace with the fact that are gone but am reassured that they will never be forgotten. They will be forever a part of me and this time of the year brings that out the most.
Like I said, it’s the day before Christmas eve and I’m sure there are traditions that you’re recreating right now with the people you love and spend time with. Card games, marathon gift wrapping, and shed parties are only examples of all that tends to happen on a day like today. One example I guess is the last minute shopping tradition, the one that I was a part of earlier, well, at least I know that I am not the only one, it’s not on purpose I promise. Any traditions you keep? Anything that has to happen for you or Christmas just don’t seem the same?
The weather is horrible too, Santa’s sleigh would have come in handy on night like tonight. That said, now that I’m inside looking at the snowfall, it does give me a very festive feeling inside. I have always wanted to have snow on Christmas, it just doesn’t have that same feel to it without a slight dusting of the white stuff. I went for a walk a few nights ago and the snow had just fallen and you know, with the Christmas lights it completely made me feel all nostalgic. I couldn’t help but think about what it was like for me as a kid when I too was going to bed early and hoping I was good enough to make the nice list and Santa was going to bring me that GT Snowracer I wanted so badly this one year. Last week my little nephew was visiting us (he’s three) and I got the chance to see a glimpse of what Christmas means to a kid whose enchanted by the spirit of the holidays and it showed me once again that is truly all about the kids.
So I leave you with a wish of a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, I thank you all for reading my blog, I appreciate every view, like and follow. I started this blog not knowing if I would be this far invested but I am starting to realize that I enjoy sharing with you my thoughts and feelings about the world around me. Have a safe holiday and all the best in the 2017.
Merry Christmas
Ash
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas and I would imagine that panic has started to set in for some, while for others, maybe not so much. No matter where you look there are trees beautifully decorated, extravagant displays fill store windows and Santa’s waving his way through street parades. All constant reminders that we need to start to think about crossing people off that list of ours because time is getting short. Each day that goes by the bargains start to dwindle and merchandise will be soon become scarce, I urge you to get out there now and start shopping, no seriously go.
One tool in any disciplined shopper’s arsenal to beat the holiday anxiety would be to create a Christmas shopping list. A Christmas list can reduce a lot of stress this time of year because once complete you can then start a strategic plan of attack, just getting it down on paper would definitely make you feel a little better at least. These lists help us prioritize the given with the maybe, the easy to shop for with the not so easy to shop for. Your list will grow and so will the anxiety, those names with blanks spaces by them will probably make you stress out but keep moving forward because each year your gift creativity might be challenged, but it’s Christmas so challenge accepted, right?
I’m sure you have made little notes of subtle hints and clues left by friends and family over the past few weeks and months. These hints I hope have not fell on deaf ears with you around, the best gift-giver in the world as you rush to the list and scratch down as many ideas as you can hoping to find that perfect something and lock it in. It’s no easy task playing Santa every holiday season, well, Santa’s helper that is, there’s a lot of thought that goes into creating a Christmas of ooo’s and ah’s. Finding that perfect gift brings a huge sense of satisfaction, it’s a huge weight off your shoulders especially when it’s a rare find or that item that everybody seems to want this year, you even rush to wrap it right away. Nothing like leaving the store beaming knowing that all your hard work had paid off, you did it, you found that perfect something and it only took you three hours standing in line and a few elbows to the face to do it.
Christmas lists are ever-changing with people getting added, some not making the cut this year and those who will never leave your list no matter what and is starting to become too difficult to shop for by the way. BIG gifts, small gifts, joke gifts and the special gifts, they all started with some sort of list, a collective inventory of who gets what and why. Whether it was a mental note you made or you went elf level and Microsoft Excel’d that sh*t, either way they likely started with a “list”. When do you make your list? When do you start to write down names alongside the ideas, some ideas with circles around them, some might have underlines and some may go as far as having a circle with an underline. We constantly jot down and scratch out little notes to ourselves as the holidays draw near, all of us moving toward the same goal, surviving Christmas. We scramble to get stuff done with our crumpled paper in hand and after losing two pens already we trudge along thumbing our lists. So many list categories of which include fundraiser gifts, the boss gift, and of course the “Secret Santa” gift, all with their own micro budgets and all with their own degree of difficulty. One thing to remember though, is no matter what, the lists are all scared, no peeking or you will ruin the surprise. There’s a code of silence and an agreed upon mystique about what is asked for and what is given.
It would be sacrilege to make a post about lists and not include children. Let’s face it, if it weren’t for the children and their handwritten pleas to Santa to reward a year of being good there would be no need for lists. There is nothing better for the soul then reading a letter from a child caught up in the wonders of the holiday season. The happiness of seeing your kids opening their gifts on Christmas morning is what captures the essence of gift giving and the smiles on their faces is what makes Christmas all worth it.
There are a lot of emotions surrounding the holidays and some of those emotions might be of sadness, we may have lost loved ones or moved away to another part of the world. Christmas can and will bring some of that, but why not use Christmas to help others in need, take a second and maybe add someone new to your list that are struggling or going through a real tough time. Make them a part of your own holiday tradition, they might need a little joy to turn everything all around. It’s easy to get all caught up in what we need or want but remember there are those who are less fortunate, those who struggle everyday let alone Christmas. If you do have the ability to pay it forward then write that on the top of your things to do.
It’s December 7th, 2016 and it’s full on Christmas, people are freaking out and some are thinking about doing some baking this weekend because their done, all their lists are behind them (insert bitterness here). If you are like me you might be somewhere in the middle, knocked out a few but there is still a way to go. The count downs have begun but it’s still no need to go full on panic attack that you left everything to the last minute, there’s still time. I have had the occasion where on one Christmas Eve I passed a man with no more that 20 minutes left to shop say to a friend of his in passing that he had nothing done, crazy…or in my opinion selfish. Leaving your shopping to the last-minute will only bring on bad appliances, way too expensive jewelry and another bad sweater that dad seems to never wear, a gift should come from the heart and with a lot more thought.
Questions like “how’s your shopping going? or “Are you all done?” are usually the second or third thing that is mentioned when I talk to people these days and with that comes that internal dialog of what’s left on my lists. No doubt that Christmas has a way of creeping up on us, we sometimes show shades of our inner Grinch and resent the holidays but if you think about it, it only comes once a year so we should embrace it. Enjoy the time with your family, have that drink with your colleague because we only get one day a year to “Christmas and chill”. There’s bound to be some obstacles and moments of stress but that’s where we need to help each other make it the best Christmas yet both giving and receiving. So if you have a list or need to make one then go ahead because your gift, your gift is on my list, of the best things in life.
I know, bad Hall & Oates tie-in with the closing…
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I’m not sure why but the other day I thought about this jacket that I use to wear all the time when I was in my twenties, it was brown leather with a seventies style to it, very Donnie Brascoish. I swear it felt like it was made specifically just for me, I loved it and only got rid of it a couple of years ago. A brief history about this coat, back in the day my best friend Danny and I would visit the local thrift store on a weekly basis, it was a part of our roommate routine. We’d both spend hours combing through old vintage clothing hoping to score some new digs, well…new to us at least. Sifting through racks upon racks meticulously choosing what we liked, there were some hits and even more misses, the harder we looked the more gems we’d find. One day we were both determined to score what we thought was the pinnacle of all university student thrift shopping and that was the “vintage jacket”. It was our main objective and it wasn’t going to be easy because at the time retro jackets were a trend (we totally started it by the way). After trying on what seemed to be every jacket they had for sale and on the verge of giving up there it was, in perfect condition, not a blemish on it and even had all the buttons still intact. I quickly called dibs and as soon as I put the coat on I knew it was mine, fit like a glove in a very jackety way, best find ever.
(Crazy fact about the coat is that in the inside pocket there was a movie ticket stub that was issued in 1977, the same year as I was born and only 10 days off my birthday.)
Like I mentioned it was just a couple of years ago that I had to say goodbye to the old potential heirloom for it could not just hang there anymore serving no purpose. Finally the jacket had run its course for any need that I had for it,…it was a very sad day, I said goodbye to an old friend. I relinquished it back to the realm of thrift store purgatory where someday it might catch the eye of another retro jacket connoisseur and give someone else as much use as it did me. That coat saw me through some of the best years of my life and when I think about it, it brings back a slew of memories. I held on to it for as long as I could, I’d try to convince myself over and over that someday I would wear it again, someday, no seriously it still fit. Who was I kidding? The jacket made me look like a baby in a two sizes too small sleeper, I was clearly in denial, after a few moments alone with the coat I said a few words and placed the jacket in the goodwill bag then ran to my room crying. No I didn’t cry, well maybe a little, it was dusty in the room. No I was actually very happy that I donated the jacket back to where I had gotten it from some years ago, it had gone full circle and who knows where it might turn up next.
I bet as you’re reading this you too can recall some item of clothing that you held on to maybe a smidge too long and well past its closet expiry date. I remember pairs of sneakers where my pinky toe holes gave away the colour of my socks and ball caps having sweat stain rings but it didn’t matter because of the perfect curved peek. Looking back at my jacket, that cap and those shoes, it kind of, in a way acts like a synthetic journal quickly flashing up thoughts and memories which are forever attached to them. There are chapters of my life that can be chronologically profiled with the help of some of my wardrobe, stages of my life that can be cat-walked down a ramp as my voice narrates in the background. If you were to look through your closet now, is there anything that you just can’t throw away? Are there items that have stood the test of time because you couldn’t bare parting ways with it or maybe the emotional attachment that it may hold?
Clothing can carry sentimental value for some of us, I still have to this day a dress shirt, t-shirt and suspenders combo that my grandfather use to wear. It hangs in my closet and from time to time when I’m digging out something on a daily basis to wear I pass it on the hanger and instantly start to think about him. My grandfather must have had twenty of the same combination of that dress shirt, t-shirt, and suspenders trifecta. He certainly loved to rock the flannel, and when I pass by it at the end of my shirt rack each morning I’m glad in this case I held on to the past. I kept my grandfather’s ensemble because when I look at it, it makes me happy and when I think of him that’s how I picture him and he’s rocking the flannel as only he could. We get these emotional attachments to the clothes that we wear because quite frankly and as funny as it may seem the clothes has been there with us the whole way. That one suit we had straight out of college that helped us make it to interview after interview, that dress that has seen itself go from maid of honour duties to a night on the town, how something as simple as what we wore on a certain day can have so many emotions attached to it.
Emotions are one thing but people also care about their identity when we decide to put something on. Clothing can also become synonymous with who we are, I knew a guy in high school who always wore a ball cap and he just became known for the cap, then there was the parachute pants girl, turtleneck guy…the list goes on. I’m sure most of you can remember someone based solely on some item of clothing that they wore all the time or maybe there’s someone who you know now. I was briefly known in political science class as the guy in the green puffy vest, yes I said “puffy”…moment of silence for the 90’s puffy vests . Ok let’s forget the puffy green vest but my point is that certain clothing can define who we are or who we were. I grew up playing sports and every time I put on a jersey as a kid it felt like something I would be doing for the rest of my life. That phase came and went just as many did after, but when I see a jersey now or even get to try one on it takes me right back to the good ol’ high school days where sports consumed my life. If you take a look at who you are today as compared to whom you were there may be similarities and I’m positive a lot of differences. How has you’re style changed? Has it changed at all? Were you once a t-shirt and jeans guy and now it’s nothing only suits or maybe you’re a girl who wore nothing but black in college but now anything else is the new black.
I hope I was able to make you think a little bit with this post, sometimes when I think about something stuff just pours out. The jacket meant a lot to me sure, but realistically it was more like a time capsule that took me right back to then and there. So trust me, go through that closet or clean out your dressers, there may be some stories waiting for you to recreate all over again. That coat that I bought and the day we spent at the thrift store was a day I will never forget, and a memory like that will always be worth more than the clothes on my back.
Geez, it has been 17 days since my last post, where has the time gone? Now in my defence, I did have a lot going on in the last little while but…the dust has settled, the smoke has cleared and I am back in front of the keyboard doing this blogging thing that I love so much. October was like a blink but the month has created some moments of creativity for me so I hope to share some of that in the weeks to come such as my cousin getting married so stay tuned. In short, the ceremony was beautiful, the food was great and it was very nice to see some old friends. Most of the family were there too and we all got the chance to spend a night together like the good old days.
My mother and stepfather stayed with us for the wedding which was a couple of weeks ago and I must say, we had a lot of fun and got in some good chats. One of those chats we had is what lead me to make this post. We were travelling downtown on a Sunday and my sister had been calling for my mother a few times but bad timing (mad tizzy to find a Halloween costume) just meant that mom would call her back when she could. While we were taking a look around the Halloween store my mother finally took the call and spoke to my sister. The call ended and my mother made me aware of what it was that my sister wanted to speak to her about. I was instantly mad, it was about my nephew who had a experience with bullying just the night before and my sister was just letting us know.
My nephew has autism, he is a very functional independent young boy and so bright that it amazes me sometimes that he is even deemed to be. He reads at a level beyond his years, loves conversation and is constantly wanting to know how and why things are. He is a great kid and he reminds me of myself sometimes and now he’s getting bullied and I was kilometres away feeling completely helpless.
Like me, he too has a passion for bike-riding. He loves riding his bike all around town and has since been visiting the local youth center which is something he used to shy away from before. He is quiet and doesn’t like to be forced into engaging people and needs to be allowed to make those steps on his own. He has accomplished that when it comes to this youth center, he was once scared to go but now he is there almost everyday. He’s definitely a go-getter and if he wants something he knows he can do it but we always try to tell him that sometimes there may be obstacles.
Just a few nights ago he faced a big obstacle, he was hanging out and having fun at the center when some kids offered him an ice cream. Accepting the ice cream and looking at it as nothing more then being friendly he thanked the young boy and returned back to his seat to enjoy it. It was later realized that the kids had spit in the ice cream before they had offered it to him and he blindly ate the whole thing without knowing. It would have never been known if it were not for a young girl who told her parents who in turn called my sister to inform her of what had happened because she felt bad. Mad was certainly an understatement for me at the time, I was full of emotions and the worst part was I couldn’t physically be there for him. I blogged about bullying before and it was about me but now I get to see it from a uncles perspective and have to deal with those emotions, I especially didn’t like it. Mother and I discussed it for a bit and I began to think about it a little more in depth and it got a bunch thoughts bouncing around.
Yes, I managed to make it out of high school unscathed but trust me, there were moments of bullying that I went through that weren’t pleasant experiences at all. Now that I have a daughter that’s in university, several young nieces, nephews and cousins in high school I worry all the time that they potentially would be plagued with bullying. I don’t let that worry consume me like most parents shouldn’t because it is another unfortunate part of life. This was a part of life that my nephew had to face and experience and no matter how much it hurt me, it had and was going to happen. So my thought was initially the emotion that they were picking on my nephew because he was autistic but it quickly turned to the thought of bullies just being bullies.
Here’s a honest question, have you ever bullied someone? No matter the degree I’m sure a lot of you have bullied and there’s a good chance you’ve been bullied as well. We all have an acquaintance with the feelings that go with both. I heard someone say that other day that what if we were all the same person but just living in different vessels of life, shouldn’t we treat each other like they were us? I thought that phrase was a really good positive take on life and if true then yes I think we would treat each other differently but is that what it takes? Bullies are scared of the unknown, scared of the different and sadly too scared to ask why?
Thinking about it since and after hearing that my nephew was doing fine after the whole ordeal, I felt better and it gave me faith that he dealt with it his way. When we deal with things, they are our things, but when they happen to the people that we love and care for we feel panicked that we couldn’t swoop in and save the day. Teach your kids about bullying, talk to them and see what makes them tick, find out what kind of friend your kid would make. Bullying may always exist but as parents and role models we should do our part to teach our kids why it shouldn’t.
I’m pretty much like a lot of people when it comes to getting older and what I mean is, we all see ourselves as being slightly younger than we actually are. I still see myself as a young guy in my twenties, my loved ones tell me I haven’t aged a bit and most people who know me and get to interact with me on a daily basis would consider me a 12 year old stuck in an adults body so my going theme is youngish right? Well, the other day I was at Chapters having a look around perusing a few books trying to score a good read. I wandered around spending a little time in some of my go-to sections when I finally came across a book that I was satisfied with, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, currently reading it and I got say I like it alot. Once my purchase was complete I started away from the counter when I heard “Excuse me, Sir?” I paid no mind and continued on when all of the sudden I heard it again but this time louder, ok so that made me turn around in curiosity.
Yup!…it was directed at me, I had left my keys at the sales counter and this employee was trying to get my attention to return them to me. So the “sirs” were all for me, lol, it was a funny moment, I thanked him for the gesture and made my way out the door to my car. I turned the key and sat there for a second, I couldn’t help but to start to think about what had just happened, it was the first time that I had be called sir or at least the first time it kind of resonated the way that it did. As I said I still think that I am in my twenties, so getting the sir was like a kick to the shin. It did surprise me a bit hearing it but I’m glad that it happened because it got me thinking and since then I’ve been recalling some great memories. I’m not sure what it was but it just created this moment of thought for me where I just started to really take in account that I’ve got some years punched, lol.
My daughter was out the other night, she had asked me to help her with her university project. (I’m writing whole post about it) The reason I mention my daughter is that its when I am with her that I feel my age, I look at her in disbelief that it has been eighteen years already that she’s been alive, poof just like that. Seeing her go through her stages of life is surreal, experiencing all the same things as I did. I take a step back sometimes and ask myself how was I capable of creating such a smart beautiful young lady like my daughter before me and why doesn’t she stop growing up.
I’ll be forty next April (ouch) and trust me there are days that I do feel the milage on my body but I do my best to try to stay as in shape as I can which helps me maintain a healthy living. Staying active is a very good way to stay young, physical activity can take years off your life and no matter what the age anyone can do it. Want to feel good about yourself and get on Father Time’s good side well I suggest working out, that can mean anything at all that works up a sweat and gets the ol’ heart rate going.
Age is certainly just a number and we mustn’t allow ourselves to get too consumed with the fact that we all must grow old. Celebrities are the most notorious for trying to set the clock back or maybe just hit pause for the sake of their careers but it usually just ends up looking very apparent that they have gotten a little lift or a pull maybe a nip or a tuck. In my opinion I take more notice to the work that they had done rather than what they were trying to correct. To each their own and c’est la vie, people will continue to chase the fountain of youth but unfortunately we will all die trying. Life is relatively short and the chapters of our lives (not the literal Chapters I was buying my book) go by so quickly it takes moments like the one that happened to me to make you stop, slow down and realize where we are with our lives. We may all be in different stage of our lives but look at how far you have come, what you have accomplished, experienced and how much you have grown as a person. Think about the people that you love and the relationships you get to spend every day with, time is what gives us that, take your time.
“When you get older the months will feel like weeks and the years will escape you so take stock of what makes you happy and surround yourself with it”. – Theresa Douglas
Being called sir for that moment is not something that I took to heart and I certainly won’t lose any sleep over it but it was a reminder that I am getting older. I do need to take stock of what makes me happy and so should you, we all need to celebrate the years we have been alive and the years that are to come. Don’t be someone who lets time slip away, make sure you use that time for its intended purpose and that’s doing the things and loving the people that make us happy. We can sit there and wonder where all the time as gone but believe it or not its been there all along we just need to take advantage of it.
Earth To Ash 
