Hey Gen Y’ers: Don’t Forget to Live

There have been a bunch of articles circulating lately about Generation Y and how lazy, entitled and deluded we are. I happen to be apart of Gen Y, and I also happen to be unemployed, which gives me the time to read all of these articles that scream at me what a useless, snobby, lazy person I am (oh joy).

I have to say, these articles aren’t exactly the best confidence booster as I struggle to look for a job, and I will admit that I am floundering at the moment to figure out what I want to do. You see, I have this dream that I will be able to find something that gets me up in the morning with a smile, something that makes me feel like I’m making a positive impact in the world and something that uses the education that I worked for six years to obtain.

But maybe all those authors are right, and those conditions are FAR beyond anything I could possibly deserve. I mean, it’s not like I deserve happiness and fulfillment in my life, right?

While you can perhaps deduce my feelings about these articles, this blog is not actually meant as a rebuttle. Others have done that really well and if you want to read some, check this out, or this. What I’d like to do instead is to share some advice I got last week from one of my oldest friends.

While you have time, give yourself a break and have a few adventures. Explore your town/province/world while you aren’t busy starting your career. Make time every day to enjoy your freedom.

Now I know what you’re thinking: you don’t have the money for that. And frankly? I don’t either. But since she said that to me, I’ve been making a point every day to do something to explore Victoria. Maybe that means collecting beach glass or driftwood on the beaches near my house. Maybe that means riding my bike to a friend’s to go for a walk on the ocean, and maybe that means biking to the nearest place that I can go for a hike and hoofing it up the mountain. I’ve yet to spend money on these adventures, but I’ve sure enjoyed doing them.

When I look back at how I spent my time unemployed (in the hopefully near future when I have a job), I’m certain I won’t regret the hour each day that I took to have a little fun.

This is your world, get out there and EXPLORE!

This is your world, get out there and EXPLORE!

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Love: In Smoothie Form

I have a confession to make.

I kill plants like it’s my job. And no I don’t mean pesky weeds, I could probably make those thrive. I mean nice, pretty, joy inducing plants; the kind that sort of breaks your heart when they are all droopy and dead.

It’s been quite a few years now since this started happening. When I lived with my brother when I first moved out we had two plants. They were the most resilient buggers in the world. Every other month or so, Michael would go away to a world cup for two weeks and it would just be me and the plants. The first time, I was completely oblivious to the plants. I did nothing to help them live. When Michael got home, he was all “did you even water the plants ONCE?! Jill, you can’t just leave them to DIE!”.

Nope, I hadn’t even watered them once. In fact, the thought never even crossed my mind.

But they survived, so the next time he went away, I was determined not to let them down. They needed me!

I watered them every.single.day. When Michael got home, again he lectured me on the importance of watering the plants…But I had! Where had I gone wrong! I’d watered them with water AND TLC for two weeks straight!

I had nearly drowned them in all that water and TLC. Turns out you can’t water plants every single day or it kills them. Go figure.

We’ve been through numerous herb plants and I think they are the hardest. They always die, and quickly.

But I’m determined to hone my skills. Fresh herbs are just TOO delicious to have around the house, this time, I can’t let them die. I’m doing everything I can to keep them alive; I’m pruning them, watering them (but not too much), making sure they have sun, but aren’t too close to the window where it’s cold etc. etc. etc. Except reading about caring about plants. Maybe I should try that. 

And so far so good! It’s been five days.

But on to the smoothie love part. I’ve been using my delicious basil plant in smoothies! And it has yet to disappoint.

My smoothie and my basil plant...aren't they beautiful!

My smoothie and my basil plant…aren’t they beautiful!

Strawberry Basil Smoothie

6 large frozen strawberries
1/2 cup plain greek yogourt (or any plain yogourt, that’s just what I had)
1/2 cup milk
1 tsp honey
5+ basil leaves (just grab a bunch, lovingly, and toss em’ in!)

Put all ingredients together in a magic bullet cup or blender and blend! I usually have to add a little water part way through because I don’t put enough liquid, but I like thick smoothies, so I do that sparingly.

And enjoy! The basil takes the smoothie to a whole new level, right?!

Mmmm fresh parsley and basil soaking up the sun. Don't worry! The window isn't too cold and I take them away from that ledge AS SOON as the sun goes away. I'm trying!!!

Mmmm fresh parsley and basil soaking up the sun. Don’t worry! The window isn’t too cold and I take them away from that ledge AS SOON as the sun goes away. I’m trying!!!

On Community. And Enthusiasm. And saying no to ‘Cool’.

This is a blog about community. 

Community:
1. A group of people living together in one place, esp. one practicing common ownership: “a community of nuns”.
2. All the people living in a particular area or place: “local communities”.

When we were planning our move to Victoria, I craved community. I couldn’t wait to know my neighbours, walk to the grocery store and feel like I belonged here. Kind of like how I feel in Yellowknife, back home. While I’m not quite there yet in my neighbourhood in Victoria, it’s had me thinking a lot about one of the most beautiful communities I’ve ever encountered; the Philippine Running Community.

In my race report about the Four Lakes 100 km/Old Spanish Trail 60 km I talked about this a bit, but I want to expand.

In North America, it is my experience that we as a group have a overarching goal, at all times to be ‘cool’. ‘Cool’ often involves being non-chalant and not all that enthusiastic. It’s not ‘cool’ to exude excitement and unabashed, genuine enthusiasm. This is something that I have struggled with over the years, and I actually have actively worked to ‘tone down’ my enthusiasm so as not to overwhelm those around me.

When the other racers arrived in Kayapa on the day before my first 100 km (Keith and I had been there for five days already), the whole village was bursting at the seems with ALL THINGS RUNNING. People were gushing over gear, proudly talking about their PR’s, exchanging ‘war’ stories from other races, and generally just totally geeking out about ultra running.

It was my experience that ‘cool’ was the complete opposite in the Philippines than in North America. It was actually COOL to be totally engaged, keen, and pumped up. It was cool to jam about the latest gear, compare running shoes, and talk about each person’s FEARS for the next day. And you know something that is almost too incredible to be able to put into words? Probably one quarter of the people registered in the race HAD NEVER ACTUALLY COMPLETED AN ULTRA.

Let me repeat that. There were people in the race who had yet to finish a race that they’d entered (and they had entered their fair share of races). They had DNF’d every ultra they had attempted. At first I thought, “Why not do shorter distances? Why not do something you know you can finish?”. But reflecting on this, I think it only further illustrates this incredibly supportive community. There is absolutely NO looking down on a DNF. In this culture, a DNF is leaps and bounds ahead of a DNS (did not start). Because you know what a DNF means? A DNF = Courage, Determination, Risk Taking. A DNF says “I tried my very best, and am damn proud of it”. Here at home, DNF is almost a ‘bad word’, one that indicates weakness of spirit and of body.

BUT I’M CALLING BULLSHIT. Bullshit on being cool. Bullshit on masking our true emotions. Bullshit on controlling our enthusiasm.

In the Philippines, a finish or a DNF means “I SHOWED UP AND FOUGHT WITH EVERYTHING I HAD”. It means, “I am present and engaged in my life”. It means “I am myself, without apology.

And in my opinion, this is one of the most beautiful demonstrations of community that I have ever had the honour of taking part in. 

(I’d like to again, from the bottom of my heart, thank the Philipino people for their love, kindness, and hospitality. I am forever grateful and can’t WAIT to come back some day and also to welcome and share with you MY community here in Canada)

Suitcase Dweller – No Longer!

After four long months of travelling – three in Asia and one in Canada, I can finally say that I have unpacked my suitcase for ‘good’. I am now settled in a tiny apartment in Victoria, that is close to school for Keith, and close to the ocean and some running trails for me. While the last two weeks have been fun, they have definitely been an adjustment as I set up our place, find my way around this impossible to navigate city, and try to figure out just what the heck I’m going to be doing now that I’m here.

In order to help get myself out the door, I thought I’d start blogging about the adventures to be had in the City of Victoria and it’s surrounding areas. While I generally think of myself as an adventurous person, I’ve been having a hard time motivating myself to get out the door – instead I’ve been feeling a bit frozen in my comfortable little home, afraid to venture into the scary outside world. Perhaps this can help other people in Victoria get out and explore their city as well!

This is the truth, right?! At least I guess I'll be testing out the theory!

This is the truth, right?! At least I guess I’ll be testing out the theory!

While this wasn’t my first adventure, I thought it was a good one to start with. I always love starting things on a funny note!

I was out on a run last week, that turned more into a search-for-beach-glass, when I had a bit of an odd experience. I was walking along a small beach near our place, so focused on the small pebbled beach in my search for glass, that I wasn’t really watching where I was stepping. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a log that was right on the edge of the water and decided to step on it. Of course my eyes were still glued to the rocks when I hear and feel a big ssspplllluuuurrrrccchhhh and immediately jump back with a small (ok, big) yelp! I look down at the ‘log’ that I had stepped on, and it turns out it was a dead seal, missing it’s head, just lying there on the beach! I spent about five minutes in a fit of laughter before I had to turn and leave the beach immediately…I think I may have popped the stomach in my ill aimed step and the stench was nauseating.

I know what you’re thinking, “How on earth did you not smell it when you got to the beach?” and to that I can only respond that I just didn’t. It wasn’t really decomposing except for the fact that it’s head wasn’t there and it had a cut on it’s side. I think it might have been hit by a boat prop and then swam to shore to die. The smell only started when I popped the stomach with my foot. I briefly considered taking it home and skinning it (the northerner in me for SURE), but figured I a) wouldn’t be able to stand the smell while I walked the couple km’s home and b) may be breaking the law by doing that, so ran away laughing to hit up another beach for glass instead. I unfortunately didn’t think to get a picture of the seal, but that would just be sad anyways, right?!

Have you ever accidentally happened upon (literally) a dead animal? I want to hear about them! I seem to be accumulating the most random animal stories (as featured here), and can only imagine that there must be many, many more stories out there!