Being Erica

Being Erica is a show I strangely just discovered. It's canadian, simple and lovely. The main actress is such a sweetheart in a completely genuine way that she just sucks you in.

The show revolves around regrets and how to accept them. However, the premise is that Erica, a woman in her thirties who feels she made the wrong choices in life, is given the opportunity to go back in time and faces her regrets and change them.

Obviously, her time traveling therapy becomes not so much about changing the past, but realizing and accepting that some things are meant to be and that mistakes makes us who we are. Yes, cheesy. You will not gain a new perspective on life watching the show.

However, it is highly entertaining and Erica is such a beautifully written heroine that you will forget the 'time traveling therapy' nonesense.

The Kindness of Strangers

The kindness of strangers always amazes me. There's something magical in how a total stranger can sometimes step up somewhere where even a friend might not have.

Last week, we had a pretty big snowfall. The next day, I'm trying to go to work and my car won't move. As in at all. I can't go forward, I can't go backwards. I've shoveled the snow from underneath the tires and in front of them and I finally get out of the car, stare at it and sigh.

Some random man walks by and simply says "well I'll push you and you'll be on your way!". He was so optimistic and timely! He then did just then, pushed me out (which still require a few minutes of pressing on the gas and him pushing with all his might) and once I was out I opened my door to thank him, he nodded and kept on his way. In the ephoria of the moment, I forgot to ask him his name.

Isn't that wonderful? If it wasn't for him, I don't know what I would have done.. Call a friend? Who would really want to get dressed, get out of their apartement and meet you on your street to help you push your car out of the snowbank? It just seems like a lot to ask. And yet, this complete strangers offered it. While yes, it was more convenient for him as he was already in the location, it is still quite something that I didn't even have to ask.

This isn't the first time someone pushed me out of a snowbank. And I've never asked.

And everytime my heart fills with hope in human kind.

Coffee Addict

Back to the Cold

I came back from vacation 3 days ago, but I still haven't unpacked my suitcase. Part of it is because I'm lazy and part of it is because I might not want to let go of the idea that I could still put on my bathing suit...Cold cold Canada, you freeze my heart!

Fearless

“To me, “FEARLESS” is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, FEARLESS is having fears. FEARLESS is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before. FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen. FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost. It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change. FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them. I think it’s FEARLESS to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them. It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS. Letting go is FEARLESS. Then, moving on and being alright…That’s FEARLESS too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after."

Auto-Destruction

'Each person ends up killing the thing they love. Sometimes we get everything we want, handed to us on a golden platter, but we feel the need to destroy it. The heart does not always feel what the eye sees nor does the eye see what the heart feels. It is as if the soul seeks suffering. And because of that, we eventually end up destroying the object of our love.'

Daniel Karpinski

Waitressing

I'm now a cocktail waitress. I work until 3 am on saturday nights serving drinks to partying people who often under tip me. Sometimes, I have a great time doing it. I work with awesome people, I get to drink (not too much however, as I drive back home) and I get to socialize for a living. Some other times though, the loud music, the drunkness, the constant flirting and the general crowded room feeling gets to me. And I want out of there as fast as possible.

It gets me funny stories though. Like, how come guys don't realize I'm paid to smile at them. Doesn't mean I'm into them. It's all part of the game. So save yourself some energy and don't ask me for my number. I don't want to give it to you. Especially not under those circumstances.

The other night, a guy wearing sunglasses (in a club...bro, you ain't cool!) thought I was offering to buy him a drink when I asked him if he wanted something to drink. After a while, I just gave up as he was way too drunk to understand the concept that I was a waitress not a girl hitting on him.

Oh well, it pays the bills right? Plus it could be way worst!