Posted by michelle w.It’s the year 2113. A major museum is running an exhibition on life and culture as it was in 2013. You’re asked to write an introduction for the show’s brochure. What will it say?Photographers, artists, poets: show us RETROSPCTIVE.
Ladies and gentlemen we are pleased today to offer you a rare glimpse into the past. We are taking you back to 2013. Bear in mind how different our communities were prior to the war of 2080 which resulted in the clean living act.
Our exhibits include cars and trucks with actual gas and diesal powered engines. We also have a motorbike which is a large bike powered by gas as well.
You will be awed to see battery powered devices such as Ipod music makers and Smart Phones. All devices are in working order and we will be providing a short demo.
The exhibit showcases a replica of an actual fast food restaurant including it’s 2013 menus. You may be shocked to to see how people ate prior to the clean living act.
There are many other showcases that will capture you and take you back. Please enjoy and be thankful for our advances.
We are pleased to continue to offer free bike parking. The exhibit costs ten hours of your time donated either to a community garden or bike shop, one hour will be deducted for those using their own bike locks today. Roller skates are allowed on all pedways, please be mindful of those traveling on foot.
Posted by michelle w.Think of a topic or issue about which you’ve switched your opinion. Why the change? Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRANSITION.
“I would rather be pleasantly surprised then fatally disappointed”
Julia Glass
This is a little tough because being a woman it’s my prerogative to change my mind and often so the gears in my brain are shifting rapidly through the brain files trying to find a suitable answer.
A topic I have struggled with greatly is “Expectations”
I don’t feel I have unreal expectations for people. I expect that people will try to do their best and be accountable to their roles and for their actions. I expect that people will do as they say they are going to do and keep their promises. I expect that if a situation arises that makes it impossible for them to fulfill a duty that they will make a reasonable effort to cover it. I expect that these “situations” will not arise frequently.
I expect that this is not to much to expect but I am wrong. When I place expectations on people I am continually disappointed.
I have decided that I am accountable only for my own actions and to fulfill my own roles. I am desperately trying not to place expectations on people. If I don’t expect you will and you don’t then I am not disappointed. That is your cross to bear. Have no fear for when the Zombies come they are looking to “eat brains” You’ll be safe huddled in the corner with all of your broken promises and unfulfilled tasks.
I am learning the word No. It’s a little foreign but I like the way it rolls off my lips. No I cannot do that. No I am sorry I have my own commitments. No you will have to find someone else.
No No No.
So in expecting less I will not end up doing more. I like this concept. Here’s to hoping (but not expecting) that it will work! Taking the leap…
“Be yourself, everyone else is already taken” -Oscar Wilde
If one experience or life change results from you writing your blog, what would you like it to be?Photographers, artists, poets: show us SINGULAR.
Writing forces me to put my messy brain in order, slow down and somewhat organize the thousands of thoughts playing pingpong in my head at any given time. The greatest change in me since starting my blog Dancing in the Rain is the confidence to be myself. When I began writing the series Thousand Acre Heart where I candidly talk about teen pregnancy, adoption, grief, marriage and motherhood I found a forum that I feel very confident in simply being me. It was sort of a “coming out” in a public way and saying “this is me, all of me, take it leave it. I am choosing to be happy”
Some of my confidence came with age and wisdom, some of it came with being reunited with my son and filling a very big void in me but a huge chunk of it came from acceptance. Accepting myself, my choices and all the crazy little things about me. I don’t want to be anyone else but in accepting myself it makes me want to be me…only better. A better listener, a better mom, wife and friend.
Blogging helps me refect as well as organize those thoughts and goals so it has been a big and positive life change for me.
Who is the one person you hope isn’t reading your blog? Why?
I have been on vacation for a couple of days without internet so I have had to neglect a couple of posts, my apologies.
The obvious choice for this would have been my brother because he doesn’t get blogging or sharing your feelings so he chooses to try to suck the joy out of it for me.
The less obvious choice but one I carefully considered was Nicholas Sparks. I do not under any circumstances want Nicholas Sparks to stumple upon and read my blog.
My life therefore my blog is full of all the ingredients for a Nicholas Sparks bestseller. Love lost, love found, struggles, angst, the meaning of life, discovery, rediscovery…
So while I am busy with my day to day and daydreaming the possibilities of who should play me in the movie of my life, Nicholas Sparks will already have a bestselling novel written and the screenplay sold. It will be bigger then the Notebook and I will get none of the credit for my own crazy life.
So while I am vain and love it when people read my blog please do not share it with the talented Mr. Nicholas Sparks.
Tell us about the last time you had a real, deep, crying-from-laughing belly laugh.Photographers, artists, poets: show us JOYFUL.Please note that comments are always closed on daily prompts.
Last month we went on a mini family vacation to Nakusp B.C in the Kootenay Mountains. We are actually on our way back again to celebrate our wedding anniversary so I am typing this on my phone.
We spent a very relaxing night at a fabulous 2 storey chalet overlooking the Arrow Lakes and the mountains. It was a long drive but worth it. Waking up in the mountains in on my list of top ten things to do. Instead of waking up when the city is going to work, I woke up to the steady drum of the lake water hitting the shore rocks and a warm mist hanging low over the majestic mountains. I let my family sleep while I made a pot of strong black coffee, poured the largest cup I could find and climped up to the lookoff to watch the early morning unfold. The feeling I felt sitting there is the same feeling I get listening to Zac Brown Brown (Toes, playing on the radio). It’s a good life, not a care in the world. A shot of coffee and a lungful of intoxicating mountain air.
My husband is hilarious, sometimes I am too busy to one hundred percent appreciate his humour but there is nothing quite like a genuine belly laugh. The world’s most natural medicine. I always tell myself I am going to live in the moment more. Laugh when it’s funny, dance when I like the beat and actually take the time to see the things I look at. My husband works up North and is gone for ten days at a time so occasionally it is essential to take a break from the routine that sucks the life out of us.
I made a glorious brunch while singing along to the radio and eventually the allure of bacon roused my family from their slumber.
We cleaned up and toured Naskusp. We all experience that same feeling in the mountains, like time is suspended, it is very freeing. We decided to visit friends in Burton, another remote town in the Kootenays. They have a nice property and being there felt so homey and comfortable. My daughter Morgan and I decided to go for a little walk and her being a city girl she wasn’t at all content to walk in the woods. I think she watches too many scary movies at her sleepovers because when I went into the woods to inspect and take pictures of what appeared to be a small abandoned cabin she freaked out “Are you trying to get us killed”
This just made me want to be silly and poke fun at her ridiculous fears. Scenarios of doom and gloom and the possibilities of what heinous events could take place in the creepy little cabin flowed out of me as easily as the clouds hung in the sky. I decided it would be fun to take some pictures for Instagram to document our near death experiences in the woods. Morgan thought I was CRAZY but got caught up in the fun of it all as we gathered fallen trees for props. When I tripped during my antics we both were overcome with giggles that soon turned into full blown hysterics. The early teenage years are so hard, it felt like forever since the two of us laughed like that. I was full blown crying and snotting. It felt good. We needed it!!
This trip started rather rocky with a collision with a gaggle of geese on the highway so hopefully that is the end of our bad luck. The sun is shining and we are driving in the heart of the rocky mountains. Tomorrow I will wake to the mountain air and carefree days that I crave.
My husband and I just played the Michael Jackson Thriller CD and sang a duet to “The girl is mine” He was Michael to my McCartney. “…the doggone girl is mine!” I don’t remember it being that cheesey. So funny.
Cheers to love and laughter. If you have nothing else in the world but those two things you are richer then alot of people.
Dancing in the rain! 