Monthly Archives: June 2015

Can I Introvert Now?

Long week was long. Really, really long.

I’m tired. Burnt out. Exhausted.

introvert modeI’ve completely run out of almost all the supplements I’ve been taking to support my system. I just worked a 48.5 hour week at work, with only one day off after the previous 44 hour week. And on my one day off, I read tarot at the Pier Street Market.

This weekend (and week, really) was full of extroverted activities. Fun and amazing ones, and extroverted nonetheless.

Saturday was the first annual North Island Pride event in Campbell River. I was one of only a couple of vendors at the event, along with my friend Sarah of Glittering Streaks. I was so honored to be part of this event. There were a large number of young people there, which was fabulous to see. I was honored to be part of the festivities, especially in light of the Supreme Court ruling in the US this past week!

In the evening, the Tidemark Theatre hosted APOCALYPSTICK! – a drag show from East Van. I got all dressed up (sorry, I don’t have any pictures yet!) and Sarah and I went to the show. I felt really self conscious, but everyone said I looked fabulous. It was so much fun! The ladies were a hoot, and SO. MANY. COSTUMES! I love dress-up!

The show meant a late night, and I was back up and at it early Sunday morning for the Market again. It was a fairly quiet day at the Market, which was probably a blessing.

Even when it is quiet at the Market, I still have to turn my extrovert self on. (Not many people would come up to a introverted tarot reader at the Market. Selling your skills or products is, by nature, an extroverted activity.) I also keep my shields at a fairly high level because of all the people. By the end of the Market, I was done.

Alright. Enough whining/complaining/explaining. How am I going to get through the next bit of craziness until I can relax? (Well, let’s be realistic: until the NEXT bit of craziness begins…).

It’s time to engage introvert mode. I think tonight is going to consist of reading, and an early bedtime.

I’ve got about one more week before vacation time starts. I’m doing my best to keep my commitments down to bare essentials over the next week.

Right at this moment I’m listening to the birds chirp. And surfing the internet, watching random videos. But mostly just sitting.

I’m also going to take some time to put my feet in the ocean. It’s amazing how that helps to clear my head and relax me.

And, I’m counting down the days until I can sleep in! 🙂



Are we there yet?

I’m exhausted. It’s been a long day, and I really just want to crawl into bed. But, I have a few more things to accomplish before I can do that. Like writing this blog post, for example.

rubes are we there yetI’ve just completed my second 6-day work week in a row. Today (Sunday) is my one day off before I go back to work tomorrow, and I don’t know how much of a “day off” it was, since I read tarot at the Farmers Market today. It hasn’t been as easy to protect my “me” time as I would have liked.

It is Fathers Day, so I made sure to phone my Dad (from the Market) and let him know I love him. It is also Summer Solstice, so we had a ritual and potluck at the beach after the Market. The longest day has really been long for me!

Thank goodness I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. While it has been a crazy busy time at work (and this week I have an 11 hour and a 12 hour day scheduled!), in two more weeks I am off work for much of the summer. In just over three weeks, we’re going to see my family. I’m very much looking forward to that.

In some ways, it seems like a very large gulf from here to there. And it will be here before I know it. And then the summer will be over before I know it, too.

I’m rambling now, and yawning every few words. So I will take my “me” time now, and sign off. My bed is calling – are you here yet?



They’re Growing Up

June. Summer Solstice. The end of the school year. Dance recitals at work. And two of my boys have birthdays. (Out of respect for them both, I made sure I asked their permission to use their names and pictures.)

Alex & VictorMy oldest son, Alex, was due on the summer solstice, but he was a week overdue. My middle son, Victor, was due the day before the summer solstice, and thankfully he was born a couple of days early. I was, and still am, grateful they didn’t share the same birthday.

It seems so long ago, and yet just yesterday that I was holding them in my arms, rocking them to sleep, watching them take their first steps and hearing their first words.

Very soon, my oldest turns 16, and my middle son turns 12. Alex is taller than me now, and pretty soon he will be learning to drive. Victor is almost as tall as me (and I’m NOT a short woman!), and his feet are as big as mine already (again, that’s quite a feat).

This journey as a parent has been quite the adventure. Half the time I have been afraid of screwing them up because they don’t come with instructions, and while they have some similarities, they are two definitely different individuals.

I’m so proud of the young men they are turning into, though. As they venture out more and more into their independence, I see them through the eyes of others, and what I see is brilliant, charming, and respectful.

I am blessed to have a positive relationship with both of them. They still come up and give me hugs, and talk to me about their lives.

These tears that are falling from my eyes right now grieve the babies and little boys that have grown, and they are tears of pride for the young men that are growing up before my eyes.



The Show Must Go On

This past week I did something I haven’t done for years – I ran the sound for a rehearsal for a dance recital.

Keep calm because the show must go onI’ve been involved in theater since I was in middle school, and I was in dance before that. I remember my first show was a “meler-dramer”, it was even cheesier than a melodrama. 🙂 I was hooked.

I spent (almost) all of my summers in junior high and high school at Trollwood Performing Arts School, an outdoor 8 week summer school focused entirely on performing. Though I auditioned for the musical every year, I didn’t get a part until later in high school (my singing voice wasn’t very strong). That was OK, though, because there was still lots to do! I learned stage makeup, built props and sets, and was on the stage crew.

Summer wasn’t enough for me, so thank goodness for the Fargo-Moorhead Community Theater. I ran the sound board, the lighting board, and started assistant stage managing.

When it came time to choose a college or university course of study, I was blessed to have parents that encouraged me to major in something I enjoyed, and not just something I was good at. So I went for a Bachelor of Arts in Theater.

The school I went to required that students take part in both the technical and the performance sides of theater, which I appreciated. After all, as we used to joke, “Where would performers be without technicians? Screaming naked in the dark.” So at university I built costumes and sets, found props, and focused lights, as well as acting and directing.

I found I did not like the countless “no’s” to get to “yes” that came with auditioning. After university, I focused on the administrative side of theater. I was an usher and worked in the box office for many, many years. Even now, I still work in theater, managing rentals and overseeing the box office.

Last week we had a dress rehearsal for a dance recital, and no sound technician. Because the scheduling mix-up was partly my responsibility, I said I would jump in. The show must go on, right?

It was fun, and thankfully very simple. Stage equipment has come a long, LONG way since I was in school.

Now, it looks very likely that I will be working as the sound tech for another upcoming production. It’s exciting – it’s neat to reconnect with that part of my past. However, I’m anxious about it as well. It’s been almost 20 years (!) since I graduated. I’ve got a lot of brushing up to do. It also means extra hours of work, which in my busy schedule are extremely precious. There’s a point where trading hours for dollars isn’t worth it anymore. However, the production is being put on by a friend of mine, and I want her show to be a success.

The show must go on. It’s in my blood. 🙂




Remind Me of Your Name?

I feel awful. Horrible. If I’ve done this to you, I offer you my sincerest apologies.

Hello my name isI forget people’s names.

It’s happened a couple of times in the past few weeks. I see a face I recognize, and no name comes to me. Or it comes to me after the person has walked away.

I see a lot of different people when I’m doing tarot readings. Sometimes I will ask someone their name and promptly forget it. Or forget it as soon as they walk away. Sometimes I can hold onto a name a little longer. It seems that unless I am seeing someone or interacting in some way on a regular basis, names don’t stick.

At my job, I used to be the front end customer service. I was in that role for almost 10 years. There were a few customers that I knew by name, because they would come in regularly or because they were also volunteers at the theatre. Once we installed our computerized ticketing system, it became a little easier for me, because I could look at their accounts and associate a visual name with the face. It took me many years to get there, though.

In my spiritual community, I went to Spring Mysteries Festival for several years before I could remember most people’s names, and then it was only because we became friends on Facebook, so I had a visual name to attach to the face.

So if I see you at an event when I am out reading tarot, or anywhere in public, please forgive me if I forget your name. I’m working on being better with my name and face recall. I’m conscious of this now, and that is the first step to making a change. Please be patient with me!