Today in Victoria

My city, Victoria, BC, can feel a little boring more often than not. While a lot of the cool kids like to pretend we’re all metropolitan and diverse, the truth is there isn’t always  lot going on. And then there are days like today.

There is Dine Around. Restaurants all over town participate, offering their best 3-course dinners for $20, $30, $40 or $50. I’ve only been to Catalano and Olo by Ulla so far. Both were incredible.

There is Urbanite, where I will be. A cocktail party at the Art Gallery celebrating and inspired by their latest exhibit, the Marimekko Design Company.

And there is James Vincent McMorrow, whose voice is absolutely lovely.



Hey. Next time you try to meet with a friend and they don’t have time, don’t be so quick to lay into them with Wow! You’re always soo busy. Ok?

Being busy has become a thing that no one is supposed to be any more, as the righteous and privileged of the world are all too eager to point out. But some people don’t have that luxury. And others aren’t even that busy, they just don’t want to hang out with you.

Consider this.

Four years ago my life was bonkers. I had a full time job that kept me busy much more than 40 hours a week. I had a volunteer commitment I was passionate about, but required at least another 10 hours of my time on a weekly basis. I maintained very close relationships with 4 different groups of friends, many of those individuals I made a point of seeing once or twice each week. If someone called and wanted me to volunteer for something, have a drink, go for a walk, come over for dinner, anything really, I would say yes. I never said no to anyone and was constantly rearranging my schedule to make time for everything. And to be honest, there were aspects to this lifestyle that I loved.

However, my house was a glorified storage unit, as I was never there. I regularly had wine for dinner and rarely cooked anything healthy–I had no time. I never exercised and I pretty much didn’t sleep. I was so unhealthy. That lifestyle was in no way sustainable.  But here’s the thing. No one ever accused me of being too busy. Ever.

These days I make a conscious effort to keep an open schedule. I limit my extracurriculars to 1-2 nights during the “school” week, and maybe 1 or 2 more on weekends. I make time for being healthy, for running and hiking and just being outside. I spend time alone, with my partner and nurture a few close friendships with visits on a weekly or monthly basis. I cook healthy food. I sleep. There are a few people and activities that I don’t get to with enough regularity, but I will. And they understand.

My life is so much healthier now, it’s better in every way. Better, except for one thing. I am regularly told that I am too busy. The irony. As soon as I actively began not being busy, that is exactly what people started accusing me of being. It’s infuriating really. I’ve made a commitment to myself to no longer overbook, overextend, overcommit. And now when I saw no, I am now faced with You’re always way too busy! 

I’m not busy, I’ve just changed my priorities.

Calling someone out on being too busy has become an insult these days, a passive aggressive accusation that they don’t have the time to be present, to stop and smell the roses, to spend time with the accuser. While this may be true for some people, it is definitely not true for everyone being called the dreaded b-word. Some people don’t have the luxury of having a spacious schedule–they have to work two jobs and go to school and care for children or parents and all those other things that can take over a life. And others would just rather go to bed at 10pm on a Tuesday than take you up on your offer to see your boyfriend’s cousin’s band.

Understanding another person’s changing priorities can be hard. I get that, I do. But it doesn’t mean they have bought into the “cult of busy” or fallen into the “busy trap” or whatever the latest catch phrase coined by The Atlantic is. Maybe that makes a person boring, but it certainly doesn’t make them busy. So lay off, ok?




some articles about love

Happy Valentine’s Day!

This morning I was in Mexico. Now I am home. Feeling too tired/lazy to write something legit. Instead enjoy these links to love themed articles that you may or may not have already read.

36 Questions That Lead to Love This NY Times article on the psychological love study was all over my social media feeds a few weeks ago. If you haven’t read it yet, give it a go. Better yet, try it out with someone you’re hoping to fall in love with! Kurt and I asked each other the 36 questions on a road trip not too long ago. While it was a fun way to kill an hour, it did not make us more in love.

Love is Not Enough I’m a huge Mark Manson fan and here he tells it like it is. The problem with idealizing love is that it causes us to develop unrealistic expectations about what love actually is and what it can do for us. The “Harsh Truths” he talks about should just be “Truths”.

Masters of Love I found this article fascinating, in particular how partners respond to one another’s bids for attention.

How to Pick Your Life Partner #1 and How to Pick your Life Partner #2 Love love love love x 100.

Coming Home

Leon Bridges’ EP Coming Home came out on Tuesday. Give this a listen. This is a kid from Texas who recorded these two songs last year. It’s hard to believe. I cannot wait to hear what his full length album sounds like over and over and over again.

Life Lottery Win #3

I’m grateful for friendships that span 20 years. I’m grateful that some things will never change.

Ugh. So cliché. Anyways.

My friend Raju came to visit me last week. We met in 1995 in Mr. Goodrich’s grade 8 gym class. For 20 years we’ve been one another’s best pal, sounding board and voice of reason as we’ve stumbled through life, relationships and careers. We made it to our early 30’s through a combination of luck and hard work and guessing. And now, both with our dream partners and dream jobs, it’s really freaking fun to reminisce and laugh about all the mistakes we made along the way.

And even though these visits don’t happen as near as often as they used to I’m grateful that they still happen and that they probably always will.