A Girl in the World

Friendship

A few months ago, on a fresh London evening, a girl friend and I were sitting at a pub catching up about the year away.  We talked travel and work and friendship.  Under the buzz of after-office revelry, we opened up about pain and history and the men in our lives.  She asked me about the Boy and how things were going.  And I said in an instant, “I don’t know how it’s possible but everyday it gets better and better.  Usually, things start out really great and fizzle away over time, but with this one, it’s been the opposite”.  She smiled and said,  ”I love the slow burn”.

The slow burn.

Like unwrapping a present one fold at a time, the slow burn is an exercise in patience.  It’s believing when there is no proof.  It’s anticipating when there is no map.  It’s moving forward in the complete pitch black trusting that whatever happens, things will turn out as they should.  It’s the opposite of control.  It’s about not needing to know the future, it’s about being ok with uncertainty, it’s about embracing the moment.

The last year away has been a slow burn for me.  So much of the path I took while traveling, exploring and learning was uncharted.  On certain occasions, I didn’t even know where I’d sleep that night.  And on a grander scale, I had no idea what I was going to do after the journey was over, whenever “over” came.  It was an exercise in becoming completely comfortable with myself and all the non-answers that plagued me.  Did I make the right decision?  Am I in the right place?  Where will I be a year from now?

There were moments during my travels when these questions would drive me crazy.  I’d been so used to having answers, to having it all planned out.  Sitting in the nucleus of a self-made bubble of ambiguity was sometimes painful, sometimes exhilarating and almost always scary.

It has taken me a while to realize this but the slow burn is probably one of life’s best gifts.  In friendship, in work, in love and in dreams, the most important element is time.  Time reveals all the details that matter.  Time gives you the perspective and level-headedness to see past the fear, the heady excitement and the unease of change.  It helps you dig through the superficial and gives you the clarity to really see the bare bones truth of what you need to know.  It really is like opening the most amazing present there is, one small fold, one piece of scotch-tape at a time.

Patience is key.  Welcome the slow burn.  If you rush through, you may miss out on the stuff that matters.

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The Greek Salad index

September 2, 2010

We just finished an incredible two weeks in Greece – eating, beaching, swimming, dancing and overall indulging in such ridiculous languid pleasures that I feel guilty writing about it all here.  The sun, the sea, the music, the company, the scenery, the food.  Death by pure pleasure.

In addition to the beautiful Greek breakfasts that we had in Santorini, we gorged ourselves in seafood galore.  Sardines, calamari, octopus and fresh fish.  We spent most meals at local fish tavernas along the sea or along the caldera and we made it a point to stay completely away from the tourist restaurants.

Sampling restaurant/taverna food for two weeks straight was a fantastic learning experience in “eating out”.  My best friend Mari and her boy, AKA “The Greeks”, taught us to use the Greek salad index.  Whenever we looked over a menu deciding to eat at a place, they advised that we always check the price of a Greek salad.  Local, down-to-earth, family-run places usually price a Greek salad at about 5 Euro.  A place that prices a Greek salad at 10 Euros or more is catering to tourists.  Stay away!

Using this index, we found some incredible gems.  The kinds of places where the restauranteur, his wife, his kids, and the grandmas would all take part in serving us our meal.  Usually, these places offer cold, sliced fruit and raki complementary after the meal.  By 9pm, they are  always packed full of people, the noise of screaming kids and clattering plates abuzz in the air.  Magical.

It’s hard to believe that only three days ago, we were sitting in our swimsuits, having walked straight out of the sea and sat down to eat fresh fish on the outdoor terrace of a local fish taverna.  These have been some of the best meals of my life.  Dinner with good friends, over incredible food, watching the sun set in blaze of glory.

Just gorgeous.

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We had some dear friends over for dinner last night and honestly, one of my favourite things about small, intimate dinners is the quirky conversation that is bound to come up about none-sense things.  It’s amusing to listen to it all flow from architecture in Canary Wharf, to suicide in one of the large towers, to suicide in the tubes, to Jamie Oliver, to cleaning bathrooms, to lime water that could be pinot grigio, to sex shops, to movies, to salary negotiations.  It’s like communal A.D.D. between four grown adults.

We were talking about a documentary on YouTube about suicide in the London Underground and quickly the conversation diverged to lunatic thoughts.  You know the ones.  Imagined scenarios in your head so real and so possible, they scare you.  Like when you’re standing there waiting for the train to arrive, it’s barreling down the tunnel at 30-40 miles per hour, it’s loud, it’s windy, the platform is packed with people.  How easy would it be to step a few feet over and into that rushing train?!  Danger is so close.  There are no barriers, no gates, no guards to stop you.  I used to imagine jumping in front of the train in the mornings, with a rush of fear so strong, I’d shiver all the way through the ride to work.  It’s nice to imagine vividly an alternate universe where recklessness knows no bounds.  The imagination is a powerful thing.

Our friend Andy’s lunatic thought was a little less sinister.  You’re in the office talking to a colleague face to face and you’re distracted by the lone, curly hair sticking out of the tip of his nose.  It must have been there for months, maybe years and how he hasn’t seen it every morning in the mirror and tried to remove it is beyond you but wow, how you’d love to just reach out and pluck that thing off his face.  You’re talking, smiling, nodding, completely distracted by the desire to save this man from any more embarrassment.  Maybe if you just pretended it was a fly and you quickly reached over to just get a piece of it.  He’d be startled but you’d laugh it off, ha ha ha, oh there was a fly on your nose!  It’s teasing you, that one grey grangly strand of hair, asking you to save it from the spotlight of this man’s nose.  Are you going to listen?!  What would happen if you did?  Would you get fired? Would he yell?  Would you care?  Would it be funny?  Of course it would be funny!

Or what about kissing that total stranger for no reason at all but to selfishly bemuse yourself over his reaction.  You’re walking down the street, he’s distracted, you’re bored.  Let’s spice things up a little, create an interesting human experiment.  He’d probably push you away before you even got the chance to get close enough.  Maybe he’d fall over from shock.  Would it be funny?  Definitely.  Would that classify as harassment?  In the USA, likely.

Or what about jumping from the gallery section of the Royal Albert Hall onto the arena below.  Would you break your bones?  Would it hurt?  How mad would the orchestra be over your disruption?  You’d probably get arrested.  What would jail be like?  How long could they really keep you there?  It’s not a crime, really, is it?  Silly yes.  Criminal, not really.

And wow, how cool would it be to go Jackie Chan on that really annoying colleague of yours?  A punch here, a karate chop there.  A black eye and a bleeding nose.  Ooooh, blooood. Too many action movies.  Fight Club. James Bond. You can punch like the best of them. Would your hand hurt?  It’s been said that punching someone is just as painful as being punched.  What would it sound like to hit someone on the nose?  He’d probably fight back.  Then what would you do?  Run?  Punch him again?  You’d for sure go to jail then.  It’s silly AND criminal.  Bad. Ass.

Decades ago in Calgary, we used to attend a baptist Sunday school where they taught us that thinking is the same as doing.  I was as nervous then as I am now about this teaching.  If it were true, my seat in hell would have been saved for me years ago.  I completely disagree with that preaching now.  Of course thinking isn’t the same as doing!  They’re two different words!  Duh!  And besides, that’s the whole point of being able to have lunatic thoughts.  Sometimes, we just need some fantastical escapism. =)

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If you’ve ever been at a Starbucks long enough to eavesdrop on two women chatting over coffee, you’ll realize quickly (especially if you’re a man) just how crazy the world of girl talk can be.  Scratch that.  It’s not crazy, it’s … ridiculous.  We women are ridiculous.  Even though I participate in said girl talk regularly, I’m still amazed at how we’re able to perpetuate hours of conversation on insignificant details regarding our interactions with the opposite sex.  Hours and hours on what he said, what he didn’t say, what he did and how and why and when and where.  Imagine how much more productive we’d be and how we could increase our creative output if we just STOPPED doing that and spent time on other things?!?!  We’d have cured cancer, AIDS, world hunger by now!!!

This is an excerpt from a chat I had with a girl friend earlier today….

K: denise!

me: hey miss!

K: thanks for coming out last night to somerset house. hope u guys had fun

me: it was a cool experience!! :) and it was so nice to see you!!

K: :)
btw that boy i was telling u about on monday night
he sent me an email yesterday saying he had fun.. but that was it and like an idiot i responded with an email that i thought was casual but fun. i ran it past two guy friends here at work and they said nope.. u seem too keen! :(

me: LOL
oh goodness!

K: and of course i haven’t heard from him yet :(
ugh!

me: these MEN and their stupid games!

K: dating life sucks!!!

me: LOL.
don’t stress!
i have friends who get texts from girls they are IN LOVE WITH and they look at the text, talk to each other and are like “Ok, i won’t reply to her today. Maybe tomorrow or the next”
and i am like ARE YOU GUYS RETARDED?!?!?!?!

K: hahaha are u serious?

me: YES
SO STUPID

K: UGH
so this was our email exchange
from him:

Hi K,

Good fun last night!

Rxx

and then my novel to him:

Definitely – can’t remember the last time I had so much fun on a Monday night! :)

Heading out to see a movie at Somerset in a bit. What’s going on at your end this evening…practicing ballet in your large bathroom? Now that I’ve had the pleasure of getting acquainted with your singing skills..I’m quite tempted to see your pirouette!

:) K

me: that’s not bad :)
it’s totally flirty :)

K: yes … the boys said the opening line was TOO intense and the “what’s going on with you this evening” says that i want to see him that evening.. which is SO NOT the case

me: oh goodness :) i don’t get men. so they said that it was too eager?!

Kinnari: yep!

me: let me see what the Boy thinks.

K: i bet he’ll say the same!

me: He says it’s fine. BUT NOW I AM MAD AT HIM FOR BEING A PART OF THE MALE SPECIES! because now i am irritated at men in general because they’re so dumb

K: he says it’s fine?? come on, tell me exactly what he said!

me: he said that it was friendly and that it’s the guy’s loss if he doesn’t reply

K: how cute. He’s a sweetie

me: BUT you know what, He never replied to my text messages either.

K: No??? why not?

me: it was only thanks to C that i didn’t drop him completely
she was like “oh, he seems shy. give him a chance”
and i was like “i don’t want a guy that i have to chase!”

K: hahahhahaha

me: so then i emailed him one last time and he asked me out
FINALLY!
SO NOW I AM ANNOYED!

K: LOL
you are funny

me: anyway, i am asking him for his feedback again and he said the same: “It’s the guy’s loss if he doesn’t reply”. BORING!!! Why can’t he indulge and analyze the email for two hours like we do?!?!?! ;) LOL

K: hahhahaha. Seriously! Can u believe how much time we WASTE on this shit?

me: LOL!

K: i thought for at least 20 minutes on what to write in that email

me: LOLLL

K: just to his “had fun last night”
JESUS
and now another hour stressing about how i sent the wrong msg
lol
absolute idiot

me: I’m dying here!
SO FUNNY!
i can’t stop laughing.
dumb men.

K: hahaha
no
men are not dumb
we are. we are the ones that are wasting our time analyzing every word and gesture endlessly
oh he held my hand this way instead of this

me: LOL

K: (literally, yesterday at the bar, i was telling the girls how we were holding hands)

me: so true!

K: men spend their time on wiser things

me: what do they spend their time on?

K: the usual ones on beer and sports

me: lol

K: the smart ones on reading about the world, talking about news.. life etc.

me: you’re so right

K: when do you find a group of guys talking about some girl one of them met?

me: true true! We need to spend our energies on other things! THAT is wisdom miss!

K: yep absolutely. you need to write a blog post about this!

me: Yes.

K: tell all the women to stop!

me: I will. Ok, let’s touch base later about plans for tonight. Thanks for making my day. Such a laugh!

K: Cross your fingers for me. Hope he emails

me: it’s his loss if he doesn’t! and THAT would be stupid of him :)

K: :) i actually agree with that
see what 30 does for u?:)
makes u pretty secure

me: :) haha
YES!!!!
love it!!!!

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A wedding in Germany

July 12, 2010

We’re back from a wonderful few days in Baden-Baden Germany, after spending time with friends at one of the most beautiful weddings I’ve attended. In the middle of a heatwave, we congratulated Scott and Sonya as they declared their vows atop a vineyard in Germany’s Black Forest region. There were tears, champagne, strawberries, blazing heat, a gaggle of friends, a lightning storm.

Love and lightning. Perfect.

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Quality, not quantity

April 29, 2010

The older we get, the more we need the people we knew when we were young.

It’s 2:30 AM and we’ve just finished with the dishes from tonight’s dinner with friends.  Lots of wine, picadas and pizza.  Wow, it is so nice to be able to socialize with a few familiar faces.  Sometimes, this adventurous lifestyle of moving around and conquering a whole new city can deprive one of the comforting, stable joy of good friends.

Throughout my travels, I’ve met a lot of people.  Crazy, smart, fun individuals who bring their own spice to life.  But as amazing as its been to run around and party with a bunch of strangers who have nothing to lose, there’s nothing more heart warming than catching up with people who’ve known you while sober.  It is so nice to talk about politics, old travel stories, and memories of years past from the comforts of the kitchen table, instead a sticky kiosk from a smokey bar.  Simple, down-to-earth shared time.  It makes such a difference.

The last time we met with Greg and Ana was six months ago when I was here in November.  Back then I was full of pent-up travel angst.  I was itching to hit the road, to see Asia, to wander and jump on the backpacker band wagon.  I wanted to be everywhere at once, happy to be in BA but even happier that it was for a limited amount of time.  Wow, how things change after a little time and a lot of experience. Today, there is zero desire in me to run around marking countries off a long list of things to do.

I *love* the little home that we’ve built here with our small basil plant and fresh daisies.  I love the routine of school, work and coffee dates with friends.  I love the subtitled movies, cheesy Spanish pop radio and corner fruit stands.  I love the stable, constant, tenderness of being with my love.  It has been so good for the soul.

I wish I could kidnap all the important in my life and plant them all in BA.  I don’t need many people.  Just a few good friends, my parents, my brother, my dog.  They’re enough. Actually, they’re more than enough; they’re everything.

These pockets of time catching up over coffee, sharing a meal, going for a walk, or sending an email that is real and open and intimate – all with friends who make a positive difference in my life – are such blessings.  I need to make sure these connections happen more often.  They’re the moments that matter most.

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A gift of giving

December 24, 2009

Today, I received an email with a subject heading that read: Someone special has given a gift in your honour. When I clicked the link, it opened to a page that looked like this:

What an amazing gift. I’m going to name the goat Billy and the chickens Melina and Roger. =) Thanks AP. Such a fantastic thoughtful gift.

Merry Christmas.

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Too bad it’s not obvious here but to give some perspective of scale: standing straight in front of him, my head only comes up to his lowest hand. He is the size of a house! I tried to steal him for you but he wouldn’t have fit in my suitcase!


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Laughter

June 9, 2009

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This was taken in Shunt – one of my all-time favourite venues anywhere. It’s beautiful, well lit and tucked away under London Bridge. Sometimes there’s great music, other times a fantastic exhibit. It’s the perfect place to sit in a dark corner, drink wine and chat away with good friends.

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Just because it looks bad on the hanger, doesn’t mean it won’t look amazing on you.

Cynthia is fantastic at this. She can see the potential of a piece of clothing from a mile away. She will make me try things on that I’d never look at twice. Asymmetrical cuts, drapes, and shrugs. Women’s bodies are not two dimensional. Try things on!

Wear pretty underwear.

Not for anyone else but you. You never need a reason to indulge in luxurious things. Life should be indulged. Everyday, always.

Ice cream is good for digestion.

According to Maria. It’s also great on lazy sunny Sunday afternoons, during 3 hour brunches.

The only love that’s free is the love that comes from your mother

It’s unconditional, ever-open, ever-lasting. Even when you’re PMSing, illogical, cranky, mean, immature, and irrational – she will always be there. All other love is bundled with a set of expectations and a certain level of give and take.

Use a face scrub twice a week, and a mask once a week.

One scrubs away dead skin. The other sucks up impurities.

Use under-eye cream every single night.

The skin under your eye is more sensitive than skin on the rest of your face. Take good care of it.

Use sunscreen every day.

No ifs ands or buts. Your skin will thank you when you’re 40!

Buy yourself diamonds.

You’re worth it. =)

If he doesn’t call or email, he’s not into you.

Move on. There are bigger and better fish to fry.

Throw away holey socks and underwear. Pronto.

I always get told off for this. Cyn will find holey socks hanging to dry and will come bursting into my room, yelling. Like my mother has said before – Be sure your undergarments are presentable; you never know when you’ll need to be rescued by a hot fire fighter.

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