Books….hardcover, softcover, not digital

I love books. I have always loved stories and how they could transport me to a different place and a different time. Being the new kid in a new country and many different neighborhoods meant that in order to occupy my time I picked up reading. Not only did it allow me to learn English at a much faster pace but it also gave me a view into what “normal” people lived like. I was able to pick up on what was acceptable and what wasn’t without having to ask. Even now, in my mid twenties I still love to read. But it has to be real books aka nothing on a kobo. I understand that you can store many more books into your suitcase with a kobo but there is something about curling up with a real book that is not replaceable for me. On that note, I also do not like new books. I hate reading a book that has not once been opened by anyone else. Frankly I think the way I feel about books is the way I feel about the type of house I want to live in. I want a “lived in” or “livable” house. Nothing brand spanking new for me. I hate being the first to scratch or nick something new. I want to not feel bad if I spill something on make a mess.

That’s all for now, used books and lived in homes.


What’s in a glass of wine….


A glass of wine…some days (today) that’s all I need. At the end of a hard day, a glass of wine relaxes. At the beginning of an amazing meal it slows me down enough to really enjoy it. In front of a fire with my guy, it sets a romantic mood. With a group of girlfriends, it leads to great conversations. So I always ensure I have a bottle of two around 🙂 Hey they also make great hostess gifts. So what’s in a glass of wine? Depends on how my day has gone  and who is spending the evening with me.

Morning Coffee

Morning coffee…it is one of my favourite things. During the week, I have carved out about 20 minutes each morning to enjoy a coffee while surfing the net. This is a big deal as usually nothing wins out over sleep. But morning coffee on a weekend is a ritual. It’s what gets me out of bed. It’s what gets my day going. I love it and yes, I am having one right now 😉

The inspiration for this blog …

I love quotes, they inspire me in ways that nothing else can. They become almost like a mantra for me and if I re-read them they become more and more tangible.  Once in a while I like to browse for new quotes and on one such occasion I came across a quote or more appropriately an expert from a book that really moved me. It was taken from a book called “Cold Tangerines” by Shauna Niequist and as I read it I was astonished as how much it outlined my own thoughts about life in a way that I had not realized I felt before:

“I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away. In high school, I was biding my time until I could become the college version of myself, the one my mind could see so clearly. In college, the post-college “adult” person was always looming in front of me, smarter, stronger, more organized. Then the married person, then the person I’d become when we have kids. For twenty years, literally, I have waited to become the thin version of myself, because that’s when life will really begin.
And through all that waiting, here I am. My life is passing, day by day, and I am waiting for it to start. I am waiting for that time, that person, that event when my life will finally begin.
I love movies about “The Big Moment” – the game or the performance or the wedding day or the record deal, the stories that split time with that key event, and everything is reframed, before it and after it, because it has changed everything. I have always wanted this movie-worthy event, something that will change everything and grab me out of this waiting game into the whirlwind in front of me. I cry and cry at these movies, because I am still waiting for my own big moment. I had visions of life as an adventure, a thing to be celebrated and experienced, but all I was doing was going to work and coming home, and that wasn’t what it looked like in the movies.
John Lennon once said, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” For me, life is what was happening while I was busy waiting for my big moment. I was ready for it and believed that the rest of my life would fade into the background, and that my big moment would carry me through life like a lifeboat.
The Big Moment, unfortunately, is an urban myth. Some people have them, in a sense, when they win the Heisman or become the next American Idol. But even that football player or that singer is living a life made up of more than that one moment. Life is a collection of a million, billion moments, tiny little moments and choices, like a handful of luminous, glowing pearl. It takes so much time, and so much work, and those beads and moments are so small, and so much less fabulous and dramatic than the movies.
But this is what I’m finding, in glimpses and flashes: this is it. This is it, in the best possible way. That thing I’m waiting for, that adventure, that move-score-worthy experience unfolding gracefully. This is it. Normal, daily life ticking by on our streets and sidewalks, in our houses and apartments, in our beds and at our dinner tables, in our dreams and prayers and fights and secrets – this pedestrian life is the most precious thing any of use will ever experience.”


Fast forward to now, about a year later, when on another quote search I was reminded of the powerful message from this book. Re-reading it again ignited an idea, which was to start a blog outlining little moments in my life that I may otherwise oversee. So here we are at the beginning of what I hope will be an enriching experience for me.

Until the next moment…..Ta ta for now