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1/15/2014

If you're curious, my last post was not a profound new year's resolution, though it seemed fitting for it. It was simply what happens when I'm going over final exam prep. I had to test out the "creative" approach. It's not as on topic as I had hoped for, but I think it's good enough for me to pass grade 11 English, so that's comforting. There's a really intricate paragraph that goes with this - the introductory paragraph to my critical response... I had to try each response...

And no, I'm not giving away answers. This was in response to the practice test. Sorry. But in all fairness, I wrote this in under an hour, including the planning sheet and paragraph responses to both critical and personal, so just imagine how epic your two hour response could be...

...when did my blog include chatting with students who don't read it anyways? When we hit exam season.

So back to the dry spell we go! Although in all seriousness, I did make an on-air resolution to post at least once a month. I can't promise that the content of these future posts will be very worthwhile. I expect a number of "See? I'm keeping my resolution!" posts to follow. Although I do have a great collection of new games I really should review. BTW: Legendary, the Marvel deck building game, may have taken up a huge portion of my winter break... we just couldn't quit with Loki on the loose...

...oh the nerdiness of my household...

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Shedding Pounds for the New Year

1/15/2014

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In your world, you think you’re perceptive. You think that you can see through the shining surfaces around you, decoding hidden messages and uncovering the secrets that can never hide too deep. It’s everywhere… the hidden. And oh, clever you for seeing the lie in that ad or the irony in that speech, or all of those untold stories on the faces around you. Clever you, but you never stop to see your own reflection, do you? Never look inside that mirror for too long, or else you’d realise that I was there… I am there. I sit, I wait, I am ever so patient, after all, I’ve been in this body for as long as you have, and yet the daylight never shines on me – not fully. Every year I catch glimpses. I feel that I can even smell the air as it shifts from sweet to smoggy as you go about your day. I’m not your conscience. I’m not your soul. I’m not even the result of indigestion. I’m you. I’m the you that waits on the finish line for you to join her. Everyone has one, their most inner true selves, and our purpose is simple: to wait. Some of us are louder than others, making a fuss to drive through their bulky body of excess – all of that extra fat of “not us”.

You carry that around with you – the “not us”. It follows you everywhere. It used to be heavier, but when we were young, you were shedding off pounds of “not us” that we hardly noticed the weight since we became lighter and lighter every day. That’s what you do as a child – you discover the “not us” and discard it. Every bruised knee, every bump on the head, every proof that the stove really is too hot and that we aren’t quite brave enough to go into the basement in the dark, all of that shed away the “not us” and I could breathe.

But it slows. It slowed. We learned our way around mistakes. We learned that people were watching, that people don’t approve of bumps and bruises, of wrong answers and bad test scores. We learned that people laugh when we fall, when we fail. We learned that trying can lead to tears and tears to attention we don’t want. We don’t want people looking as us! And why would we? We aren’t even ourselves yet!

Those small moments may not seem so significant now, those bumps and bruises, but they defined you in ways I know that you can’t even remember – but you knew it then. You knew the moment it happened. You knew that you weren’t invincible, but you also learned that you were stubborn enough to try. You learned that you have to face consequences, but you learned that you could survive them. Until the laughter. Until the stares. Until the need to be safe.

It’s bulky in here. It’s stuffy. It’s dark. Every passing year I hope for a little help, a little less to carry around, a little less of “not us”, so that the real us can breathe. Sometimes we drop pounds overnight. A car accident. A death. A mistake you can never take back. And while you dread these nights of agony, you forget what it feels like to wake up to see the sun shine again – I don’t forget, because it’s on those nights that I can see it too, and I can breathe.

We’re resilient. We’re brave. So why am I still carrying around the weight of doubt, of meekness, of quiet, of safe? That’s not who we are. And one day, when you’ve walked your road of life and we meet face to face on that finish line, we will look back on your journey and reminisce about those tragedies we overcame, of those joys we embraced because we knew how hard they were to come by.

This will happen. This is a promise. But will you really make me wait until that final day? Will you stay safe on this journey, bogged down by the fear of mistakes, of laughter, of stares? Will you look back and wonder why the journey felt so tiresome? Or will you find me before the end? Will we look back and see years of lightness, of bumps and bruises that made us happy, because despite the hardships we faced, we did it as us, not as “not us”.

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