all my career dreams came true in a grade 6 classroom

I don't think this is normal, but I have recently developed a fanatical love for politics.  There is something so appealing about being involved in the decisions that influence the world around us.  The decisions that transform our freedoms, finances, and health realities... among so many other things.  So back to grade 6... I was volunteering in a classroom today and they had a local Member of Parliament speaking to them about his role in government, and encouraging the kids to get involved in politics... I felt like he was speaking to me! Maybe it was the grade 6 level of communication I connected with, but more likely it was simply the opportunity to learn more about what goes on within Canada and between Canada and the world... its fascinating and inspiring... if only I could go back to grade 6 and redirect my career path... I would have made it my goal to be Prime Minister! 

blue collar working

I'm wrestling with the news that I have to purchase steel toe boots and a hard had for the job site we'll soon be working on.  I joke that I am simply beautifying the blue collar industry, but at the end of the day, when I arrive home to see the mess that has become of me, its sometimes quite difficult to believe its true. Still, there is something about a good hard day of work that I enjoy... its both satisfying and challenging... but steel toe's and hard hats... seems like one big step in a direction I'm not ready to take...

30 post by 30?

Does anyone else find that their best ideas come at the oddest moments?  I pretty sure my best thinking happens while I am driving or washing my hair... 

I wish those moments of pure brilliance would happen more often, it would have made school last semester a little less tedious and...

more recently....

it would have made the mad dash from a distant part of the snow shoe trail, to the parking lot a whole lot less hectic.  I read my analog clock wrong... giving us a rather impressive feeling of accomplishment over the distance we snowshoed in a very short time... and leaving us in search of a new viewpoint of the Vancouver city lights, when every other person was heading back for the parking lot.  

Thankfully, my ability to read people is a teeny bit better than my ability to tell time. The odd looks from the people heading in the opposite direction from us, the man who stopped dead in his tracks (not literally) only to stare at us like we were crazy... well those replayed in my mind for a while until I decided I should double check the time. It was 10 pm. I was a very critical hour off from reality, and so we began our  version of a snowshoeing race against time in hopes that we would make it out of the park before they locked the gates or towed our car.  

We made great time for those last 3.5 km winding our way through the dark path to the parking lot (we at least hoped that was where we were heading) and were relieved to find at least 3 other cars still up there. I always wondered about those people who began a hike or a snowshoe prepared for emergency, but I guess there is something smart about that.  Spending the night on the mountain simply did not seem incredibly appealing.

This was one of those moments that I wished no one else would find out about, but really, where is the fun in that!?!

well, 29 posts left now before I turn 30... here's hoping being 30 will be as much fun as 29!