birthdays make for reflections

Like other notable dates in the year's calendar, my birthday instigates self-reflection. This year's analytical theme seems to be personal cleansing. As I've followed my heart over the last couple weeks, my actions have been echoed in many a sign this March. I particularly liked the horoscope Caroline coincidentally taped to the back of her envelope which contained my hand-made birthday card (note the horse she drew, and without looking at the page).

PISCES
(february 19-march 20)
I used to have an acupuncturist who, as she poked me with her needles, liked to talk about her understanding of Chinese medicine. Once she told me that every human being needs a "heart protector," which is a body function that's "like a holy warrior who serves as the queen's devoted ally." But the heart protector is not something you're born with. You've got to grow it by building your fortitude and taking care of your body.
I think the heart protector will be an apt metaphor for you to play with in the coming weeks, Pisces. It's going to be an excellent time for you to cultivate any part of your life that gives your heart joy, strength, peace and integrity.

Bring on jogging, my best girlfriends, a new handbag, and listening to my gut - always.

March 15

Get psyched. Get overwhelmed with ideas. How to get them out? Coherency. Tangibility. Articulation constipation.

Must decide on a focus. Meeting with people inspires me. What to do with my own life?

Temp. Intern. Move to Toronto. Take risks. Use the youth. Stay inspired. Stay involved. Show up.

I got energy. I got passion. But about what?

Art is an idea. I like bringing things together. Must reflect more, consider more and write it all down. Use this blog to my advantage. Exercise my tools.

What was today? March 15. A Monday. Looked tired but felt attentive.

Rough sleep night before. Distraction on the pillow. Several episodes of Being Erica and then restless cold douvee. Early to rise, too early, not hungry but shoved down a mess of cereal, yogurt and banana. Drowned in milk and tea. Love the 10 minute walk to work. To coffee grinding, milk steaming, smiles upon entrance, cheerful conversation. Coffee house as the third home? Poor boy and lost laptop. As that is what he wanted me to believe. Or just wanted a chat, sharing his leads to purchase a replacement for his stolen companion. I know, my lonely friend, I know the lifeblood that is an Internet connection.

I watch the virtual office workers, against the public glass and faces into the world's laptop windows. Young, old, large, tiny 'tops are the rabbit holes to the universe. One young man scrolls through photos of a woman. An older gentleman, a regular from the block over, is increasing his daily small medium roast quota to an 8 as he perches intermittently at the south west corner with his hefty 'top. I want to know him. What kind of business is he conducting here? Where does he go in between his coffee breaks? A "factory" around the corner? How does he not go crazy from 8x12oz coffee? I have one Americano and I'm buzzing, concentration and articulation flying to the heavens. (Should someone consider an IV coffee drip?)

job application

confined by an 8.5 x 11 inch white sheet of tree product
am I meant to contain all I am on this two-dimensional surface?
how to articulate myself in words when I struggle enough to articulate in action
then to sell my self in a letter
a Letter
a cherished construct of thought
a product I adore to create for those I love
but turn to detest creating for those I know only as HR
I do not know who I am
thus I am asked to tell a story
fictional based on non-fiction
I love stories

which is mine?

march 8

so my today consisted of .. . .

vancouver sunshine wake-up call
(espresso + steam milk + pour and re-pour) x 10
receiving a favour towards a job application
spending $16 on paper supplies and an hour browsing urban source
forming the beginnings of 12 tea party invitations
a sun-in-the-eyes afternoon run
and several hours hacking at the Grind's tinternet because I have put off contacting Shaw for this long.

Thursday is only three days away.