You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don’t have to do anything to earn it. Your shortcomings, your lack of self-esteem, physical perfection, or social and economic success – none of that matters. No one can take this love away from you, and it will always be here.
Well thank f***, it’s finally started feeling like fall. The leaves are finally changing (better late than never), the weather is turning gross, Halloween is looming…. And scary movies are on tv. What’s better than that??! (Just don’t say Christmas.)
-The Alias Grace mini series. (See below.)
-Dracula films on Sunday nights this month starring Christopher Lee. Campy at times with tons of bright red (fake) blood, but they are awesome.
-A demonstration of how Medieval people walked. Sounds like a drag, but it’s actually quite interesting. Apparently humans (depending on the region, that is) have gotten lazy at walking properly over the last Millenia.
The most beautiful thing to grace the Internet over the weekend. However, I did find out that this was created in August, so it’s been around for a bit. Also, I thought this was sung by Frank Sinatra, but nope! It’s actually sung by Matt Monro.
-I’m still kind of on a Jesus Christ Superstar kick, so I’ve been coming back to this and this as of late. (And holy smokes, I never thought I’d be admiring how hot a singing voice Jesus has.)
-The Carpenters’ “We’ve only Just Begun”. It randomly popped up in my recommended videos on Youtube a while back, and then I heard it on the radio in the car.
Alias Grace, by Margaret Atwood. So good! I only wish I could write as compellingly as Atwood can. I thought it would be dark and depressing (which it was at times) like The Handmaid’s Tale, but it had its happy moments, and it ended on a good note. I was watching the tv series along with it, and I was not disappointed with it either. Now I am finished, and once again without a compelling book to read. Hmm.
I can’t say that I was ever a fan of the Tragically Hip. Proud Canadian I am, but never one to listen to their music.
I’ve heard their songs on the radio for years, but they never fully resonated with me. At least, not until last year, through the tragic circumstances of Gord Downie’s cancer diagnosis. But isn’t that always the case? Only through these kind of situations do we really start to understand a person. Once I started to learn more about Gord Downie and who he was, the more I could see how much of an influence and impact he had on Canadian culture. And with the incredible things he accomplished this past year on borrowed time, especially with his work on The HiddenPath (while bringing to light a dark subject about Canada’s treatment of Aboriginal children) it says a lot about who he was as a person.
The song Ahead by a Century has a lot more meaning to me now for some reason. I don’t know if it’s because the lyrics strike a chord (so to speak) with me as a person today, or if it’s just because of Downie’s impact, but either way it’s something special. There’s a quote floating around somewhere that Downie was to have said, about creating music to bring people together.
This Choir Choir Choir! clip, although a few years old now, is a perfect example. (PS: No one can put together a musical tribute better than them.)
As of last week, I turned 28. It passed with little fanfare.
For one thing, it was on a Tuesday, and usually weekday birthdays aren’t that spectacular. (In my experience, anyway.) The second thing is that my sister and her tots were flying home to Australia after their three month long stay, so nothing was planned in advance because of the kerfuffle. The third thing: I’m a boring person.
That being said, I still got a red velvet birthday cake! I don’t often go for red velvet, but this one was a surprising delight.
27 was an interesting year. I learned a lot, read lots, wrote… Some. (But still need to write more.) And of course, it goes without saying that I danced plenty. I had a few successes, along with a few failures. I learned to push myself harder in my dancing, but not enough. Those kinds of times aren’t always easy to deal with, but I’ve come to discover (yet again) nothing good comes without hard work involved. Or making mistakes, for that matter.
The nice thing about getting older–believe it or not, there are some nice things–is being able to come away with more wisdom than you had the year before. I like the fact that I’m getting better at things that I wasn’t so great at before, and that I’m constantly evolving and learning more about myself.
I’m not worried about getting closer to 30; I don’t know if it’s because 30 is considered the new 20 (probably not) or whether it’s a general shift in perception, but the idea is almost liberating. The thought of being free from the tangled fishing line that was my 20s certainly is appealing. (Probably given the fact that I like to imagine I will be a fully independent person by that point. Hopefully.)
Anyhow, that’s still two years off. In the mean time, I’m continuing to improve myself, and push myself a little further outside my comfort zone. So maybe…. Just maybe… By the time I turn 30, I’ll have an exciting birthday planned.
I included this song because I’ve been really diggin’ it lately.