There's not really a lot to keep up with - as in not a whole lot has happened - I just have trouble remembering to document anything that does happen.
Let's see.... since my last post, what's happened. *crickets*
That's what I thought.
My dad and I walked in the Father's Day Walk/Run for Prostate Cancer Canada. It was held, aptly, on Father's Day. My mom was supposed to walk as well, but after a health scare earlier in the week, we basically told her she wasn't allowed to and dad and I continued on without her, while she performed as photographer for us. Together, we all raised just over $1,400 and dad and I finished the walk in just under an hour, about 10 minutes faster than last year. We all say we're going to continue doing this particular 5k walk for as long as we are physically able. Which means, somewhere down the line, I will be walking alone...
I'm going to see Corey Hart perform live next weekend. To most, this would not be exciting. To me, it's a childhood dream. Corey Hart was my first ever celebrity crush. It began at the age of 8. And because I was so young, I have never had the opportunity to see him live. On my list of dream concerts, he's always been there, but toward the bottom of the list because he doesn't do music anymore. He retired from touring and making records to raise his children. Which I can totally respect. It's definitely a valid choice. It just made me sad that I would never have the opportunity. Until now. Apparently, some local(ish) DJ approached him to remix one of his songs, and Corey said yes. And it's now become a kind of Pride anthem, so he's performing as part of the Pride Festival. Which y'know, is a little odd, given that he's straight and all, but that's okay. I'm going to see Corey Hart live! And I don't have any issues with going to Pride to do it. I've been at Pride for much less of a reason than that before.
The next day, my friend and I are heading to Niagara Falls because she hasn't been in a very long time and would like to do a few of the touristy things. She's coming with me to the concert, so it's a perfect way to combine the two things. And we're both on vacation starting that week so it's perfect! It should be a good few days. So excited!!
In other updates:
I've begun going to a chiropractor, and I feel pretty good about it. I was having muscle issues in my right shoulder blade area and had been having recurring headaches that I could not get to go away. Since seeing the chiropractor I've had only one headache, and I think that it was caused by the adjustment and my body adjusting to the new position. Otherwise I've been doing really well. She's given me some exercises to do on my own as well, and those are also very helpful.
My weight loss goals are not going as well as I had hoped - I'm stuck at about 12 pounds lost - but I do feel healthier. I feel good about myself knowing that I'm being more active. And maybe my metabolism will at some point realize that I'm not going to stop walking and get itself in gear. There's no reason for it to be sluggish. I'm not starving to death, clearly.
I have a "face-to-face" for what could be a very interesting job opportunity on Wednesday. Part of me is freaking out because of the circumstances that make it interesting, and part of me is being very passive. Shrugging my shoulders and saying "Eh. Whatever happens, happens." It's a weird situation for me. I'm generally quite high-strung about prospective job stuff. I desperately want to find something new, and it's a very bad idea to let a prospective employer know that you want it desperately. So perhaps this will go better because I don't have that same feeling.
Some days I feel kind of like I'm drowning in the non-ness of my life. (Yes, I just made up that word.) I don't really do anything much, but I feel like I have no time to do anything, because I never get anything accomplished. It's a bit scarey. I'm hoping that maybe I can change my attitude a little if I change some of my current situations. I need to make changes, I think my psyche is scared that I'll end up somewhere worse than I am now. I'm too comfortable here. Even though I'm not really comfortable at all. But change is stressful, and worrisome, and who needs that? Every one does. I know. I just have to get myself comfortable with the idea of change, so that I'm a bit more willing to take a risk. And hopefully the right risk will present itself soon, while I've got myself in the right brain-place to take advantage of it.