Tagged: life

The L.A.W. – Failure.

I was looking around the internet for a little inspiration today, internet, and I came across a list of questions from Operation Meditation that I thought were mildly interesting. I particularly liked No. 1. – Is it worse to fail at something or never attempt it in the first place?

I talk about failure a decent amount on this blog, but hey, you can’t talk about your terrible qualities in public enough, right?

Right, Rob Ford?

When I was younger – say, high school freshman – I used to think life was a series of planned out, easy-to-follow steps that if followed correctly, would eventually led to riches and stardom. You go to high school, then college, then grad school, then you choose a job from the hordes of people falling over themselves to give you a job and then suddenly you’re a Victoria’s Secret model (my grip on reality when I was younger was loose at best). Shitty stuff like diabetes and divorce and identity theft happened to people who didn’t follow the steps. Life is like a baking recipe – you skip the baking soda and those cookies are going to suck.

But then my guidance counselor failed to send out my transcripts on time, so I missed the deadlines on a bunch of schools. My best friend was diagnosed with leukemia and, after a three year battle with it, passed away. I was (wrongly) diagnosed with diabetes. I failed my sculpture midterm and my art history midterm and my astronomy midterm right in a row (sorry, parents). I was cheated on by my boyfriend with a close friend of mine (it was complicated). I got declined from six different grad schools (six? Seven? Many).

At some point over the last six months or so, I finally realized that life is not a recipe at all. Life is playing darts, drunk and possibly blindfolded, and you think that you’re playing one game, but halfway through the other people playing decide to switch the rules around and no one bothers to tell you. Or maybe life is like being a mouse in a maze, but all the lights are off and you keep bashing your head into walls because you are a mouse and you are kind of stupid.

At any rate, you fail a lot in life.

Some of those failures are huge failures, or at least they seem huge at that moment. When I failed those midterms, I felt like the world was dropping out from under me. Now? Meh. Didn’t come up in the job interview, strangely enough.

Some of those failures are your fault, and some of them aren’t. Sometimes it seems like life fails you, or that life’s not fair. When your best friend dies when you’re 20, that’s not fucking fair. That’s life failing.

At any rate, you can’t predict failure, most of the time. Sure, if you’re entering a salsa competition without ever dancing before, that’s predictable, hilarious failure ready to happen. That’s one thing. But most of the time you can’t predict when something in your life is going to blow up and go horribly, horribly wrong.

So what, then? You sit down and have a cry and some chocolate, and then you keep pushing. No, I didn’t get into grad school, but I ended up with a fantastic job. Yes, my ex-boyfriend cheated on me in a horrific, dramatic manner, but I learned from it and waited and ended up with someone way better.

Yeah, life is hard. Life is mean, and you keep bumping into obstacles and reaching and trying and losing. But it’s also brilliant and beautiful, and reaching for that next rung on the monkey bars is always worth it, fall or not.

 

 

Now what?

Now that the psycho-craziness of November is over and Mi Madre’s home from Africa, I’m sort of feeling… I don’t know. Lazy? Like I have too much free time? Empty?

Which is crazypants, because my life is damn busy enough without doing both my job and my mother’s.

However, I’m feeling like I need a new project of sorts. Or a hobby. Or maybe a pet (not a pet).

Do you ever get that feeling, internet? You run yourself into the ground doing a huge project or favor or life, and then when the stress lets up you don’t really know what to do? Like Inigo Montoya after he gets revenge on his father’s killer?

Or, you know, not like that.

Any ideas, internet?

The L.A.W. – 10 Ways To Make People Think You’ve Got It Together.

If you’re wondering, no, I didn’t have a reason for not posting a Yoga Tuesday blog yesterday, other than the fact that I thought it was still Monday.

Don’t judge me.

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1. Don’t forget your own damn blog schedule.

2. If you put flowers in your house, people will think you’ve got your shit together. Until those flowers die, and they’re still in your house. Then not so much.

3. Make not wearing makeup to work a habit. That way, if you show up to work looking a rachet mess with no makeup on, you can just pretend you’re sick, and no one will suspect a thing. 

4. Memorize one smart sounding thing about politics or the economy or culture every day to slip casually into conversation. For example:

Coworker: Man, I hate how the bank is closed on Sunday. It’s so inconvenient.

You: Just like the government, huh?

5. Occasionally leave parties early and tell people you’re going home so you can get up early the next morning and hit the gym, because you’re training for a 5k / a marathon / the Olympics / NASA.

6. Quote people no one has ever heard of. Actually, no, don’t. That’s just annoying.

7. Keep your car really clean.

8. Tuck your shirt in. Preferable wear shirts that are ironed. Or at least clean, with few / no holes.

9. Stop getting drunk in public. No one wants to see that. Also, if you’re out of college, what are you doing getting drunk anyways? In fact, if you’re in college, you shouldn’t be getting drunk either. Everyone stop getting drunk.

10. Have a definitive answer to the question where do you see yourself in five years? Then do that thing.

Transition.

Hey internet. It is a beautimous day here in where-I-live and the tourists are flowing regularly through the visitor’s centre. It’s move-in weekend for both of the colleges up here, so we’ve had a regular flow of people moving their kids in and wanting to know how to get to Bed Bath and Beyond and Tarjay and Weggies to buy bed sheets and computer cords and stuff.

If I may wax poetic for a moment (and I may, because it’s my blog and I do what I want) I feel weird about student move-in this year. Not like, I-really-miss-being-in-college-and-wish-I-was-moving-in-myself weird, but more of a I-feel-very-disconnected-from-this-entire-process weird. Which is in itself weird, because last year when the students came back, I was so upset that I moped around for a week and had long conversations with anyone who would listen that I hated everything and wanted to move back to my college town.

Weird.

Weird weird weird.

You know when you write a word too many times and it just starts to look like it’s not a real word anymore?

Yeah.

Yet I digress.

Life is like that. One day you’re pretty sure you are going to be a princess when you grow up, or that you’re meant to be with the person you’re dating for the rest of forever, or that you can’t graduate from college and become a real person being the idea makes you physically ill. In the moment, your emotions are too big and spiky and powerful to disconnect from them.

So you ride it out. And you deal with the fallout, and take the day moment by minute by millisecond.

The next day, or week, or year, miraculously, things change. You’re pretty sure that you actually want to be a doctor, not a princess, and yeah, thinking back on it, your last boyfriend was a total ass, and weirdly enough, you are really glad you don’t go to college anymore.

If you’re going through that right now, it won’t last, I promise.

Ride it out, my friends.

Career Bucket List.

This isn’t a yoga related blog per say (or at least, what it ended up as isn’t, even though the concept totally was), but I am writing it in half-pidgeon, so I’m going to count it.

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So I pitched this awesome idea today to the Director at my job, and the core idea isn’t exactly super important to this blog post, really, but basically it would involve talking to the local high-school about how awesome the city we live in is. It’s an idea I’ve actually had floating around in my head for a little while now. It’s also an idea that no one else understands my excitement about.

Anyways, the Director and I chitchatted about it, and he said he’d like to see me flesh it out a little more and come back, and then he said something along the lines of is this one of your life goals? and I honestly answered, yes.

I’d like to explain that answer a little.

Like most 20-somethings, the questions what do you what to do with your life? Where do you see yourself in five years? and especially what are you going to do with that Art degree? fill me with an emotion somewhere between the urge to cry and the urge to run away. As a coping method, I came up with a list in college of things I would like to accomplish in my life that I felt would contribute to my eventual career. The career part I envisioned less as a concrete job, but more of a sort of vague and misty shape made out of projects that I accomplished over a long period of time.

See? There’s my Art degree in action. My life is a series of projects. Kind of like a career oriented bucket list. Or a to-do list. Or something.

Some of these projects were a little… less well thought out that others. Some of these projects aren’t actually projects.

Nevertheless, here’s the list. I starred the ones I’ve already completed.

-Give a lecture as a guest speaker at both of my alma maters.
-Record a CD or DVD.
-Publish a thesis or dissertation.*
-Publish a creative novel or compilation of works.
-Host a gallery show.*
-Lead a special project.*
-Organize and host a big workshop of some kind.
-Have to travel a long distance for an important business meeting.
-Attend a conference as a pivotal speaker.
-Be invited to an interview for a news source.*
-Attend jury duty.

Hilariously, this list was written when I was still pretty convinced I could make it as an intellectual writer slash artist who was mostly a recluse and also a millionaire and also possibly a rockstar slash supermodel.

The question of what or who I want to be is still terrifying to me, because half the time I have too many options, and half the time I just want to be me, doing what I’m doing. However, silly as it is, the list keeps me going. It gives me direction, vague as it is.

It’s open enough to allow for experimentation, and ambitious enough to keep pushing me forward.

I’ve already crossed off four of the things on this list, and hopefully with the next three months, I’ll be able to cross off two more (no, I’m not telling you which two. You have to guess.)

I guess my moral is that you don’t always have to have an end goal to keep moving forward.

Blessed are the flexible, for they never get bent out of shape.

There. I knew I’d bring it back around to yoga.

P.S. – Am I the only one who thinks the concept of jury duty is really exciting??

Life Updates.

Hey internet. Sorry if the last few posts have been a little… bizarre.  Life’s been hectic recently.

Actually, on that note, a brief,  real-life-real-time update. As of Thursday, I am no longer living in my parent’s house! Varenka and I have our own adorable (okay, adorable is a strong word) apartment centrally located in Where-I-Live, USA, about 6 blocks and a neighbourhood away from mes parents. Moving is apparently terrible. More on that soon.

Second update, the same week that I moved into the new digs, I got a new job! (promotion? Semi-promotion?) at the Visitor’s Centre! I’ll be doing some very cool social marketing, public relations and website-based copy writing stuff, which is as swanky-sounding as it is super exciting. However, I’m now essentially working full time there, which means that with my yoga job on top of that, I’ll probably be pushing 50-55 hours a week working my two favorite things.

Somebody pinch me.

Anywho, what with the move, the new job, and the fact that I don’t have internet yet in the new apartment (Gallifrey), the blog postings for the next week or so may continue to be… odd.

I guess we’ll see what happens.

Smooches!

(Never again).

Cassandra.

My dogs, the Petraphobes.

I might officially have the two stupidest dogs on the planet.

Let me explain.

I’m still in Canada visiting my grandparents, whose house is right on the lake. Not lake close. Not lake side. Lake on.

My two golden retriever puppies, Patty Mayonnaise and Dr. Pepper, are H2o enthusiasts. They swim like otters who have spend the entire morning unattended in a candy shop. Patty, in particular, is aqua obsessive. She will figuratively swim until she dies. Pepper enjoys BEING in water, but less so the physical aspect.

Let’s omit the part where it took them 15 minutes to even figure out that the house was near a body of water. Namely, the 15 minutes it took for me to put a swimsuit on and take them down to the beach. Come on, dogs.

No, the part that had me in stitches was the part where my dear dogs could not see the massive schools of spawning carp that were literally underneath their noses.

Side note – did you see what I did up there with the correct usage of figuratively and literally? That’s how it’s done, internet.

Yet I digress.

Each spring, the lakefront right outside my grandparent’s house is home to multiple healthy populations of fish… uh… doin’ it. As only fish can do. Meaning by laying eggs and – you know what, you get the idea.

I distinctly remember one day when I was a kid, about 7 years old. I was swimming in the shallows and I caught, with my bare hands, a pike who was clearly sedated by his (her?) post-coital bliss. I grabbed hold of the struggling serpentine shape and high-tailed to the house, where mi familia was enjoying some late afternoon apéritifs.

I proudly walked into the middle of this pleasant gathering, and said (true story), “Look! I caught dinner!”

It took some time for then to convince me to put the fish back in the lake. Apparently people don’t eat pike (reasons why I’m single #4 – I’m wicked good at catching spawning pike).

Long story summarized – lots of fish up in this lake. Massive fish. I saw at least five 10-pounders.

What catches my dog’s attention, pray tell? What makes them raise their hackles and growl and clash their teeth?

hnwcassandra pups

This rock.

This inanimate, non-threatening rock. Keep in mind there are huge fish swimming INTO my dog’s legs (fish are dumb).

But no, apparently the rock was a bigger security issue than the fish.

Because of reasons?

Sigh.