I Got Lost

Somewhere between there and here I got lost. I can’t really pinpoint when it was, where I deviated from the path, where the course I was on took a one degree flexion. I can’t even say I was completely lost. Not in the sense of everything. I was just lost in one or two areas. One of those areas was writing. Last January I made a vision board and on it was ‘Write’ and I did until our bike trip, then… crickets. There is never a time when there isn’t a blog/facebook/instagram post floating in my head. They are always there, the ideas and words and phrases, but I get lost somewhere between my head and my fingers, and my posts go floating into the abyss.


I wasn’t hiding. I really wasn’t. There was a lot going on through the last half of the year. I have been giving it a lot of thought, trying to figure out where it all went south. I am not sure if I came to the correct conclusion.

One of the things I have been involved with is a group on social media marketing/branding. I have also been listening to podcasts and a lot of the information goes to branding and marketing as well. There is a whole lot of planning and purpose involved in how you put yourself out there. Having a specific outcome is important. I planned this blog to write inspiring posts about exercise and wellness for people to be inspired to do a little bit more. But here’s the thing. Sometimes I want to write about my cat. Or just something else. And so the post is there but my mind says it’s not relevant. So I don’t write and my blog falls silent. And sometimes my social media does too.

I will see how it goes. I will write here or elsewhere. I may just write about nothing, I may not write again for while. I am sure that with my optimistic count of 2-3 readers, me being one of them, I won’t disappoint too many people no matter the outcome. Perhaps it is not my season for writing. Perhaps, I will remain lost. I have other things I am working on right now. I might have to leave some things out. I want to get to that room behind the overgrowth of vines and hunker down, but I don’t know if I can go there yet. I had to write this post that has been bouncing in my head for two weeks. I have to publish it in its rambling flaws too. Because we don’t find our way without taking a step. And I guess time will tell where I go from here.



The only constant in life is change. Each year a couple months after New Years I have another opportunity to reflect on my life. In reality, I don’t wait for a special occasion but you know…sometimes a birthday makes one think on the past year and reflect on the ramifications of getting older. Don’t get me wrong, getting older is better than the alternative. Despite the rolling over of the calendar however, one doesn’t need to become laden with the foreboding feeling of the years passing by as many do. Some people are known to mourn the loss of a previous decade or worry about entering a new decade…that’s so not me. Maybe it’s because I don’t always act my age.


What is acting your age? Age is such a specific number that has such variable meanings on people’s bodies and minds. There is no denying as we grow older our body does age and the reality is we won’t be getting out alive. The changes we experience are created by variances in each individual. Much of the changes are can be modified by how we think and what we do.

Having read Spark by John J Ratey MD, and Fast After 50 by Joel Friel I have realized there is science behind the idea of our bodies not aging to the extent we may believe. I am inspired by those athletes in their 70’s, 80’s and 90’s who push the limits of societal markers for age, who are dispelling myths of how one imagines those ages to look (or who have seen it first hand in themselves or others) and who are breaking down barriers in what is ‘deemed’ physically possible by society. Sadly most people look at those inspirational people and believe them to be anomalies in physicality and don’t recognize the anomaly is actually in their mindset: what they are willing to accept (or not) and what they are willing to do to that end.

Whether you think you can or think you can't, you are right.

Barring illness and injury, we can apply this to so many aspects of our life while we age with only a sprinkle of realism. Let’s face it, realism will pop up it’s ugly head without our help, so don’t entertain it more than a sprinkle at a time and only for health and safety reasons. Whether you think you are too old for something, or think you aren’t, you’re right!

I have decided to do monthly theme’s for my blog posts and thus my personal growth, because when you have a word of the year, or word of the month, you will think of it, it will pop up in conversation, you will question it, you will notice it and you will work on all those things to grow. So for me this month’s theme is change and the next few blog posts will focus on change. I am getting this post out a little late in the week but want to continue to push toward consistency. It is International Women’s Day today, so a shout out to all the women who push the boundaries of expectation and age in all things they do.

For all those reading, I want you to journey with me this month in thinking about change. In this post I talked about what we can physically do in a broad sense. Are you doing all you can or are you using age as a reason not to? Are you sure you can’t do something? Yes I realize we don’t want to do some things; is not doing what you don’t want to do, serving you? Is there something (a way to get your heart pumping, get more steps, move your body) that you prefer over others? Are you willing to entertain finding something you will like (or tolerate) to start? We all struggle with the barriers in our minds; questioning our thoughts is a huge step in breaking away the barriers sometimes a pebble at a time.

As spring is approaching I hope you are encouraged by the promise of new beginnings, continued growth and increased abundance. Have a great rest of your week.



My Comfort Zone Won’t Stand Still

Where is your comfort zone? Are you always in it? Do you have to be forced out of it by outside sources only to recoil in fear and push against it with all your might? The one thing about being comfortable is…it’s really comfortable. That voice inside us resists moving from that place. The other voice inside us tells us to move. Usually the situation isn’t so glaringly obvious, but as we age, this type of situation can creep up faster and faster. If we wish to create a world that is bigger, to have more abundance, we can do so by pushing back on our comfort zone by leaning into the uncomfortable.

If your comfort zone is the top of the mountain, reach for the sky.

When we are young, we learn by experimenting and doing. A child learns to walk and talk by observing and trying. A teen learns to branch out on their own by trying new things and finding what works and doesn’t. In our 20’s and 30’s we are experiencing new jobs, relationships and sometimes parenthood for the first time. Then we get comfortable, not necessarily in the every day (those who are parents realize they face new things daily), but we often get comfortable in our lifestyle. We have small growth activities through outside sources (interacting with people) and we upgrade at work, learn new technology, read a book, but often don’t do something big that scares us. That something might be small to a twenty year old who is all about adventure but the forty year old self is losing sleep over it. By fifty, the voice of ‘I’m too old for that…’ is resounding more often. Continue that theme into the sixties and by seventy a person can have one foot in the grave even without health problems.

As we age, our world gets smaller. Our memories aren’t as clear, which makes learning a little more difficult which means keeping up with new technology can be overwhelming; there is so much information. Our bodies slow down and it seems things take longer and there are health issues even if we work hard to prevent them.

I have done some things to push my comfort levels to different places. I have learned to snowboard, I have started learning a new language and practicing. I have pushed myself to learn new technology and a new business and another new business and all that is involved with those things. I am getting comfortable and it is time to start doing something new. Tomorrow, I will start a video challenge on my fb page A New Dawn-Feeling Good. I am not sure if I will do it daily all month but have plans to do it daily to begin with at least and have some topics set out. My plan is for a short 2-4 minute video each time. If there is anything you want me to talk about let me know. I will try to fit it in if I know something about it. I am scared, nervous, really uncomfortable with the idea.

As we go through life, our comfort zone moves. We can allow it to push us into an increasingly smaller world, or we can push our comfort zone to the mountain tops or beyond. Where are you taking your comfort zone?

Do You Look Like Who You Say You Are?

Have you ever run into someone and not recognize them, or you recognize them but can’t figure out who they are or where you know them from?  Often times it is because you see the person out of context; in a place you don’t normally see him or her, perhaps dressed differently than when you normally see them.  Perhaps you aren’t really paying much attention to the people around you.  Does the person actually look different, or do we see them differently, or is it both.  Both because we are all a complexity of the things we do, the experiences we have, the emotions we are feeling and so many more things that influence the way we look.

I find it interesting how we are told to be our authentic self.  It is as if we are inclined to present someone we are not, or maybe pretending to be someone or something we are not; perhaps wearing a mask, disguising ourselves.  Hmmm… How is it people can’t see through that?  I am a product of my genetics, a product of my experiences good and bad, and a product of my thoughts.  I suppose in the aspect of being a product of my thoughts I may not be who I say I am.  Consider my post I AM An Athlete.

A good many years ago, gathered around a fire at the neighbour’s house with a bunch of other people (having planned to go for a long bike ride in the morning with the hosts of the party), my neighbour and I joked that we needed to eat the chips that were going by because “we are athletes and need to bulk up for the ride”.  It is a common thing to carb up when you are about to embark on a particularly gruelling event the next day, usually by way of pasta, not party snacks.  At any rate, we laughed and laughed and “I am an Athlete” became the thing to say for just about anything.  What she didn’t know until I talked to her about that post, is that I started saying it elsewhere as well.  When asked at the grocery store if I needed help out, my reply was a quick, “No thanks, I’m an athlete, I can do it”.  I simply smile at the thought of it because I wonder (but don’t really want to know) if they think I am some kind of nutball for saying that.  I do it because I find it amusing, but also out of habit. Such a habit that when I have to lift something heavy or do some gruelling task, I tell myself the same thing.

We get in the habit of saying things to ourselves that may be destructive to our well-being.  I could never do that.  I am not good at that. I am too young to do that/I am too old for that.  I don’t like that.  I don’t want to get hurt.  I don’t want to start and not carry through.  I am not smart enough.  I am too heavy/big/fat.  I am too out of shape.  I am not good looking enough or just not good enough.  Interestingly, most of us trust ourselves more than anyone else and we believe what we tell ourselves.  We start to look like the person we see ourself as.

Despite our misgivings about ourselves, a friend will tell you of your beauty, encourage you when you are down.  They know you deeper than the surface.  Have you ever noticed on days when you are feeling especially happy, people tend to look at you and smile.  They see that beauty in you.  You are beautiful!

On the other hand, people make quick judgements about who we are based on our looks, things they have heard about us or things we say to them.  When you go to a work function and someone asks what you do for a living, your answer will earn you a nice little box in the eyes of the person.  If you have a piece of paper in the form of a degree, people look at you just a little different than if you are a high school drop out.  If you have a conversation over breakfast with a group of people brought together through blogging, they may have an image of you based on what you have written in your blog, but if the question of religion comes up, your answer will determine the box you are put in according to their preconceived ideas of what that religion entails.

Despite all the sports I play, I like to have my nails done.  I get gel nails and I get them done really short because of the sports I play.  I like the feeling of having a reinforced surface of protection for my nails.  I like that they look nice.  I went to a new nail tech; it was my first time meeting her and in my instructions for my nails talked about the sports I do.  Later in the appointment, she commented that I don’t look like someone who does all the sports and activities I do.  I was a little taken aback and assumed (incorrectly) that it was because of my size.  I am a little heavy, but because of my preconceived ideas of what an athlete looks like I don’t look the correct size and shape of someone who does so many activities.  She told me that it was because she saw me as looking very businesslike.

It is always interesting to hear what people think of us.  Okay, maybe just sometimes.  Of course we worry that what others think of us is negative, unflattering or bad, when usually it’s not the case at all…they don’t give us a second thought.  Most of the time what people think of us has nothing to do with us, but everything with to do with the other person’s world view.  Knowing this, does it really matter what image we present? Even if we are wearing a mask, pretending to be someone we aren’t or faking it until we make it, does it matter? People would still be seen through the lenses and preconceived ideas of the viewer. Some people see through the mask, but they still don’t see the real person, but the mask they perceive.

Here is an amazing video of how a person can see you differently based on the information given.  The photographers are all given different information on this person and told to capture that in the photos of him.  It is striking how different the photos look and is a great example of how people might see us differently given different information.

Ultimately, I believe we need to be conscientious and responsible in presenting ourselves honestly, not purposely misleading people.  That is being true to who you are.  If you are working on being a happy person, yet feeling down, I believe fooling yourself for a moment by smiling big in the mirror is a healthy choice.  Telling yourself you are a happy person is better than wallowing in sadness as long as you stay away of the line between changing your habits and denial; sometimes there is a fine line.  That is where you are true to yourself.  Time to go out and be your best you or better yet, the best you, you want to be.


I AM An Athlete

Six months ago, a friend suggested I make a fb page so people could follow our journey cycling across Canada (in stages).  I didn’t make one at the time, but posted updates on my personal page so my friends were able to follow our progress.  When I decided to make a fb page in conjunction with starting my schooling to become a personal trainer, I decided to make a blog as well.  I wanted to make sure the names were the same or similar so i started investigating the blog set-up first.  If any of you visited my blog last week you probably saw little to nothing as I slowly navigated my way through set up.  I then had the task of setting up the fb page, which was also new to me and something I kept putting off because I couldn’t find the ‘label’ that fit me.  I decided to go with ‘Athlete’ in the public people area.  Wow, that seemed like such a reach.  Unless a person is actually good at something, are they really called an athlete?  I would venture a guess there are people who are good at something that won’t even call themselves an athlete.

Yet…that’s what I chose and then got a knot in my stomach.  What if someone finds out I am a hack?  Just because some of my friends call me Marathon Barbie, doesn’t make me an athlete.  Who am I trying to kid? I don’t even look like an athlete; I have soft spots and sometimes I don’t even wear the proper clothes.  What if someone sees me eat something they believe is unhealthy? Am I just fooling myself? I didn’t ask all those questions in the time my life was flashing before my eyes when I hit that button, but my stomach reacted to all those doubts over the years that seem to come out the moment you proclaim something.  Fortunately, I had to write that little ‘about’ statement next, so thinking on the fly, I came up with:

There is an athlete in all of us. Sometimes we need someone to lead the way or introduce us to something new. Each day is a new day to get moving.”

That’s what it’s really about.  It is about moving daily.  It is about starting each day as a new day, forgetting what we didn’t do to the best of our ability the day before.  It’s about stretching ourselves in new ways, mentally, physically, emotionally…and just growing because that is where we feel fulfillment and we aren’t getting out of here alive, so why not?

So what defines me as an athlete?  It comes down to what I believe about me.  I play sports, I am active, I have pushed myself beyond what I thought possible. I have exhausted myself physically to that point of hitting the wall and emotional breakdown. I have had victories, and failures; I have succeeded and I have fallen… and I have gotten up and carried on.  I am my biggest competitor (except, occasionally, for that one friend) and my biggest critic.  Calling myself an athlete allows me to be my biggest supporter as well.  When it comes right down to it, each of us needs to be our own biggest supporter to become our best selves.  So go ahead, call yourself an athlete and make it happen.