Thank you Earth Hour!

I am a lucky gal! I have an incredible coach, wonderful family, and caring friends.  All of whom have been telling me for weeks that I need to slow down and take time for me.  And I always mean to heed their advice and do just that, but theres always something that needs doing, something that can’t wait. Yes, it could wait an hour or two or a day or two, but I rarely ever acknowledge that (along with remembering the word ‘no’ in my vocabulary).

Well, last night it had to all stop, at least for an hour, because it was Earth Hour – a time to shut down all of the electronics for at least an hour.  And I’d written about healthy ways to spend the hour, so should I not follow my own advice.  At 9:10, I began the ritual of turning off all the power (aside from the heat and the refrigerator) and I began to light candles. At 9:31, I shut down the iphone and by 9:35 I was climbing into a steaming hot bubble bath, basked in candle light.  I brought absolutely nothing with me, aside from my digital camera.

Setting the Scene

So what does one do in a tub for an hour once you’ve finished photographing the scene?  (Gentlemen – don’t answer that.)  Well, I just lay there and soaked in the steaming hot water, bathed by the gentle flickering of the candlelight, and sipped on my wine.  At first it seemed like an eternity.  My mind kept racing to, “but I’ve got to get this done, oh and theres that story, and I should have already done that, better remember to put that on Monday’s schedule….” Then I became aware of how quiet the world was around me.  My neighbours must be observing Earth Hour too.  But what is that buzzing?  That buzzing that is almost deafening.  Dear God, is that the buzz of all the electricity that I didn’t turn off – the heat and the refrigerator?  Wow, is it loud and incessant.  Is it always there? And then, at long last, my mind turned off and I finally started to relax. Really relax and unwind.  I could have spent the whole night there, had the bath water not turned cold.  As it was, I was there for an hour and 20-minutes.  An hour and 20-minutes of pure uninterrupted ‘me’ time. No phones, no emails, no tweets.  And how did I feel?  Incredible!  I felt like a whole new person.

mmmmmm......

So aside from understanding just how much electricity I use as one person, which seems to be a rather greedy amount, I was reminded of how unhealthy the race paced, electronically driven world that I (we) live in is.  So I am now going to make an attempt to honour my own Earth Hour once a week – either on my own or with a friend. And I have to say, I am really looking forward to it.

My 2010 New Year’s Resolution

Some of you may have noticed that the Autumn of 2009 got a wee bit unhealthy for me. I worked too hard and didn’t take care of me, despite reminders from Jennifer and Rob that my well being was the most important thing at the end of day.  I did hear them, but their would always a more pressing matter that needed my attention whenever I’d scheduled ‘me time’, and as a result I ignored my needs.  I didn’t get enough fresh air, exercise or eat as healthily as I normally do.

I am resolving to change this in the New Year.  I have to change this in the New Year for my own health.  You see, all that unhealthy living has resulted in my feeling quite uncomfortable, as my belly has grown uncomfortably large, and the good doctor tells me it is dangerous for ones heart to carry too much around your waist.

This doesn’t change my philosophies on body images. I still don’t believe in dieting, but rather am a fan of healthy living, including good food and exercise. And I think bodies of all shapes, sizes and ages can be beautiful and sexy. My body, however, is feeling uncomfortable and unhealthy to me, so it’s time for a change and hence, a New Year’s Resolution.

Week 1 - side

My New Year’s Resolution: To return to my normally toned and healthy feeling self.

How: By getting fresh air and exercise at least 6 days a week and eating healthily.

Evaluation: To stick to my goals, stay on task and for added incentive, I will be photo documenting this New Year’s resolution every two weeks on flickr. Come cheer me on.

Any of you that have New Year’s Resolutions of your own and want a bit of incentive, accountability and support, come and join the 2010 New Year’s Resolution Group I’ve set up on flickr.

Love and Light,

Emme xoxo

Mature

The last couple of weeks , I’ve been having to make some very tough decisions.  I’m always reminded at times like this how lucky I am to have such great and incredibly supportive friends and family in my life. And more recently to be working with a wonderful personal coach, like Jennifer Priest.  This year has been filled with so many changes and Jennifer has been helping to make sure they are positive ones.

The debonair and thoughtful Stefan, recently sent me this word play on my name:

Very sweet of him and amidst a lot of tough decisions this brought a smile to my face.  I just didn’t get why Stefan would see me as ‘mature’, especially since I like to think of myself as a modern day Peter Pan.  Then I thought about the last few weeks and the decisions that were facing me and I got it.  Even though, I am having more fun then ever and enjoy a lot of laughter and silliness, I, in part enjoy that because I’ve grown up.

A big thank you to Stefan and Jennifer for allowing me to see that maturing is a good thing!

Menilations

The last two weeks I’ve been barraged with the notion that men are far deeper beings then they often let on.

When the chips are down as women, we often seek each others companionship out to vent, drink, cry in each others arms and let loose.  I certainly have those gal pals and when I had a bit of a stumble a few weeks back, it was those gals that were there to help pick me up, dust me off and apply the bandages. I don’t know what I would have done without them.

Photo by Jill Watson

Photo by Jill Watson

I, however, am also the girl thats grown up as the tomboy, meaning that I have a certain ease and comfort with men that has meant that some of my best friends are also guys.  The guys were there too.  They hugged me, listened to me, and handed me the hard liquor, but I couldn’t really talk to them about what was going on.  They’d just get mad and seemed somewhat irrationally overprotective of me.  It was nice to know that I was loved, but didn’t go so well with me talking it through and I tend to have a habit of processing aloud.

At any rate, as I have returned to a more zenful state of being thanks to my friends (both male and female), family, Jennifer Priest and the most loving little cat, I’ve had a bit more of a chance to reflect, and have started to recognize why the men in my life were so mad and it went far deeper then just simply their feelings of love and protectiveness towards me, and here I simply chalked it up to them being irrationally overprotective initially.  I also started realizing how deeply they really understood me, seeing far below the surface.

Perhaps the two that this rang deepest with were my Dad and one of my oldest buddies.  Dad’s been trying to tell me to slow down and take a holiday for weeks in a subtle manner and I didn’t  realize just how badly I needed it until I burst into tears when he said it more directly on the phone the other day.  Thinking maybe I should have listened to him a bit sooner.  And then there was my old buddy, who kept telling me I needed to start writing even if I didn’t publish what I wrote.  I didn’t want to as when I’m feeling raw, I am most honest with myself, vulnerable and reflective when I’m writing and I wasn’t sure I could handle that, was scared of what I  might discover and of the emotions that might come with it.

Photo by Gina Biancaniello

Photo by Gina Biancaniello

Well, I had to start writing Thursday  in my coaching prep form for @JenniferPriest and I was amazed in the session that followed at the realizations that came out.  Feeling a whole lot stronger now and ready to start cautiously writing again.  Also going to start doing a little more listening to what the men in my life are saying.  They are far more insightful and deeper then I think I gave them credit for.

All That Glitters is not Gold

Got into a bit of a tif this last week with ‘the boy’, as he told me that he didn’t enjoy reading me online and that he wouldn’t date my online ‘voice’.

Photo by Lola May

Photo by Lola May

You can imagine, I took that a little personally, but once I calmed down, it got me thinking.  There are times when I don’t like my online voice, when I find that it gets a little shallow.  You know what I’m talking about – all glitz, glam, sparkle and shine.  That’s not me, but it is easy to write and provides a simple standby when my life gets too busy.

Photo by ShellyS

Photo by ShellyS

Whys it been busy?  Because I’ve got a new fellow in my life that I’m spending the time that normally goes into writing with.  A little ironic really.  He starts reading, as he starts to date me, and I neglect my voice in lieu of spending time with him.  No wonder he doesn’t like my online voice.  ‘She’ hasn’t been me this past little bit, but rather a shallow substitute filling in for me in my absence.  I plan on rectifying that.  My sincerest apologies.

Kisses,

Emme xoxo

PS Thanks Jennifer! Talking this through in this past weeks coaching session, really helped me to process this, think about it rationally and reflect on myself.  Meant when I talked to him about it, I could talk calmly and rationally and hear what he was saying.