February 27, 2010

I have confidence (and I don't have shame)

I've been thinking about confidence again lately. This past week was pretty rough, as I've been stressed out from midterms and assignments. I tried to be confident going into my midterms, so I decided to sing before leaving to face the doom
of a calculus or physics midterm. I sang the song from the Sound of Music that Maria sings before leaving the abbey to meet the VonTrapp family -- "I Have Confidence". Not only did singing make me happy, as it's something I love to do, but the lyrics gave me an instant confidence boost.
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With each step I am more certain,
Everything will turn out fine.
I have confidence,
The world can all be mine!
They'll have to agree
I have confidence in me.
I have confidence in sunshine,
I have confidence in rain.
I have confidence that spring will come again!
Besides, which you see
I have confidence in me.
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The stress of the week was over Friday morning when I handed in my last assignment, so I decided to celebrate and
boost my mood by do
ing something ridiculous. A friend of mine and I have this thing where we write to-do lists for each other. On my most recent list I was dared to go to class wearing undies over my leggings, so
I decided to pull the look off Friday afternoon.


In this sweet outfit I hung out in my residence, went to my physics class, ate a snack in the cafeteria, and lounged around before finally changing into "real clothes" later that evening. Sometimes I wonder if I have too much confidence, as apparently my confidence is currently high enough that I don't embarrass easily. I felt pretty good in that outfit, and I worked it like it was the most fashionable outfit imaginable. Plus I felt a bit like a superhero, as it seems to be a superhero norm to wear tights with undies on top. I now know why that's the outfit of choice for someone trying to save the world -- it's incredibly comfortable!

February 23, 2010

Make It Snow...

It had been snowing all afternoon and into the evening today, which was absolutely glorious. I can't wait to get out and build myself a snowman. Tonight my roomie was telling me that she really wanted a snow day tomorrow, and I wouldn't mind one either (if only because it would mean even more tremendous amounts of snow to frolic in). Thus, we decided to do whatever we could to make even more snow fall. We looked it up online, along with another friend of ours who was also longing for a snow day, and found a whole slew of rituals that promised to make it snow. (I mean, if they're posted online they must be the real deal.) We also came up with a few silly ideas of our own. All in all it was a good night. Hopefully it does snow tons overnight, but if not at least we had some fun and had plenty of laughs.

Looking to make it snow? Here's what we did in our attempt tonight:
* Ate freezies
* Made paper snowflakes
* Turned our PJs inside out
* Listened to a Snow Patrol song
* Put a spoon and paper snowflake under our pillows
* Sprinkled white pieces of paper to all around the room
* Did a snow dance to nature music (while wearing hats and mittens)
* Sang along to pop and rap songs, replacing some of the lyrics with snow
(eg. "I'll make it snow. I'll make it snow. I'll make it snow on them hoes.")

I make no guarantees that any of these rituals will actually bring some snow your way, but I bet you'll have quite a few laughs in the process of trying for your own snow day. I wish you all days of tobogganing, snowmen, skating, snow forts and snowball fights, warm toques and mittens, snow angels, and a warm cup of cocoa when you finally head back inside.

February 21, 2010

I'm Amazing and I Know It

I’ve been thinking about something that so many girls, and probably some guys, say and think all the time.

That line about the guy (or girl) they want so badly, but don’t have - “I don’t deserve him. He’s too good for me.”

Or the one about their current boyfriend (or girlfriend) - “I don’t know what I did to deserve him. He’s too good for me.”


I’ve reached the point in my life where my self esteem is pretty high. I’m not too full of myself, but I’m confident in who I am and what I have to offer this world. In fact, the other day I couldn’t help thinking to myself that I definitely deserve my own Mr. Amazing, because I know that I am amazing. I’m so glad that I’ve come to that point in my life - a spot where I’m so sure of myself. It think it’s important to be able to realize that you rock - to feel good about yourself without the validation of others. I’ve come to the realization that I need to love myself if I want someone else to love me, and that I could never love someone who didn’t truly love themselves.



This brings me to the challenge that I give to all of you.

Make a list of all the reasons you think you’re fantastic. Don’t just think about it and list them in your head either. Write it down or type it out. The things on the list don’t have to necessarily be unique to you. They don’t even have to be things that everyone would put on their own list or a list they made for you. All they need to be are things that you like about you. You’d be surprised how many things you can put on that list when you really put some thought into it, and seeing the great length to the list is certainly a major confidence booster. Once you’ve created it, keep it in a safe place. Any time you think of a new reason that you’re fantastic be sure to add it on to the list as soon as you get a chance. Now if you’re ever feeling down about yourself take a look at the list and be reminded as to how amazing you are.


I did this a while ago, and I look at it often. Whenever someone says something negative to me I take a glance at it. Before I have to do something that I know will be a challenge for me I read it over to get an instant boost of confidence. Any time I need a pick-me-up I turn to my list.

Here's a few of my random things from my list:

I dream big.

I am a good sister.

I have a sweet smile.

I can sing the alphabet backwards.

I have monkey-like climbing abilities.

I know how to do spiral patterned tie-dye.

February 15, 2010

A Story To Share

As I've been spending time with both family and friends these past few days I am reminded by their gestures of love that every little thing makes a difference. This in turn reminded me of one of my favourite little stories, and I just needed to share it. I hope you remember that even the smallest of things make a difference to someone. Every smile, every kind word, every hug, every sincere compliment, every high five, every wave, and every hello can be exactly what was needed to brighten someone else's day.


The Starfish Story
by Loren Eisley
Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.
He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?"
The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing starfish into the ocean."
"I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man.
To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die."
Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!"
At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water he said, "I made a difference to that one!"

February 10, 2010

Comin' Home

With reading week fast approaching I can't help but count down the days until I'll be home. I've been under a lot of stress writing midterms and finishing up assignments, but the knowledge that in a matter of days I'll be home has definitely helped me through it. I know it's a suppose to be a week of studying and rest, and I will certainly do some of both of those, but I also intend to be extremely social. What I am looking forward to most is spending time with people, specifically my family and my high school girlfriends.

I have been blessed with an amazing family. I really couldn't ask for a better group of people when it comes to my family. Sure it's not a group full of perfection, but it's a group that I can be myself around, that truly cares about me, that I enjoy spending time with, that makes me a better person, that I can continue to learn from, and that will always be there for me. I can't wait to spend time playing cards and board games with my family. I look forward to cheering on my sister at one of her hockey games. I anticipate skating on the rink out in the backyard and watching the olympics on television. I anxiously await family dinner, family movie night, family outings, and all forms of family togetherness.

Those girlfriends that I left behind when I went away to university certainly haven't left my mind or my heart. In fact, they are all still there for me when I need them. It's nice to know that I'll have someone to come home to, to cheer me up when I'm down, to act ridiculous with, to vent to when I'm upset, and to lean on when stress and emotions have taken their toll on me. I love these girls so much. Though I do have friends in university now, I certainly have not built bonds of this kind with anyone yet. To be honest, I don't even think it's really possible. I have yet to meet anyone while at university that I feel even potential to become this close to them. I suppose bonds like these don't happen everyday. I'm so thankful to have them in my life.

Music has always been an major part of my life too--an inspiration, a hobby, a stress-releaser, and a different way to think of things. So when one of those incredible girlfriends of mine gave me a theme song for this week I was happy to accept it. Thus I've listened to "Comin' Home Baby" by Michael Buble so many times in the past few days.

I'm coming home, baby, now
I'm coming home now, right away
I'm coming home, baby, now
I'm sorry now I ever went away
Every night & day I go insane
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I'm coming home now real soon
I've been gone
I'm coming home well I'm overdue
Expect me any day now real soon

With Valentine's Day approaching it's easy to interpret the lyrics of the song to be about a romantic relationship, and I'm sure that's how they were originally intended. However, when I listen to the song this week what I think of instead is all the people I'm coming home to this weekend. For me that's not a boyfriend, but instead a group of people that I can't ever imagine a boy being able to compete with. I'm coming home to my family that I love so much, as well as my tremendous bunch of girlfriends. These are the people that I'll be thinking of on Sunday. These are the ones that I'll be reminding how much I love them this Valentine's Day. These are the ones that I come home to.