Surprise! – Gratitude Journal- Day 7

Gratitude Journal- Day 7- October 16, 2016.

SURPRISE!

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☆ A surprise visit from a ‘surprise friend.’ I thought her original plan to come to Vancouver from Poland was no longer working out. And so I just went about my days, realizing or believing, that it just wasn’t meant to happen. But then,… surprise! She sends me a message all of a sudden that she is really coming here in mid October! Flight booked. Accommodations organized. Done. Just like that. My first response? WHAT?!!! And then YAY, Yay, Yay!!!

☆ Why did I call her a surprise friend? Well, if someone had told me that I’d meet a girl in a foreign country who loves music just as much, if not more, than I do. And that we’d stay in touch every day, many times a day, for months later, sharing songs, ideas, and being each other’s safe audience to sing and mess up and make mistakes freely in front of, I wouldn’t have believed them. Plus, it was all happening over whatsapp! Man, I never knew how grateful I would be for whatsapp. But yeah, that’s what happened, and she’s here now, and I still can’t believe it! But it feels like I’ve known her forever.

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☆ She sat at a coffee shop in the middle of one of the rainiest, windiest days in Vancouver, waiting for me. And she had the biggest smile on her face, even though recent events had made her a little heavy hearted. And we listened and encouraged and shared perspectives and advice. And I loved how each moment seemed to lighten the weight on her until she was skipping and hopping around in my apartment, giddy and excited to just be in this city and to be catching up in person.

☆ My dresses fit her! The ones I couldn’t seem to have the heart to get rid of and just give away because they seemed too nice to give to a random charity or person. But at the same time, I know they would just continue to sit in my closet, unworn. So I thought, hmm… maybe I could show them to my friend. Sure, she’s slimmer, and has fair skin with long, curly blond hair. So maybe the colours and size wouldnt even fit? But you never know, right?
Wow! You don’t know. ALL of the dresses looked great on her and there were at least five. She was thrilled to take them. The smile that grew on her face each time she came out of the bathroom twirling around in front of the full length mirror to show off another dress … well, I knew they were going to the right person. She even chose one to spend the rest of the day in. A short, fitted dress, in windy, rainy Vancouver. Haha! That was awesome! And it looked like it was made for her.

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☆ The surprise journal gift and pen she bought me- from the Chopin Museum too! It was perfect- “It’s so that you keep writing your songs,” she explained. Well, little did she know I had a little gift of my own for her as well. Uhmmm… it was also a journal I bought to encourage her to write and record her own song ideas as well. It had stylized colorful figures all holding hands around a vibrant, smiling sun on the cover. So fitting. It really is a small world. All under the same sun and moon even though we might be in totally different parts of the world. And it’s fascinating how life brings people together. I am so grateful that life brought us together.

☆ Scheming to surprise a mutual friend of ours who didn’t know that this surprise friend was even in town. We refrained from posting anything on facebook until the surprise took place. THAT was hard because we were so excited. But, I think our efforts paid off. The surprise was successful from what I heard. I wasn’t there to witness it, but I can’t wait to hear about it soon when we all three meet up on Monday afternoon.

☆ I wish you could have met my friend, Mom. She took the framed picture of you off of my shelf for a moment and held it in front of her, looking as if she genuinely wanted to observe and know you more closely. Thank you for giving me the heart and qualities that allow me to connect to such wonderful people from all over the world, Mom. Whenever anyone gives me a compliment, my favorite response these days is, “Thank you. My mother made me that way.” It’s true. Everything that is good about me came from you, and from your mother as well. I hope she is taking care of you up there

If I Had My Life to Live Over- Here’s to 2014!

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It’s about that time again people- almost a new year! And for those of you who have read this blog before, you are well aware by now of what I do each year around this time. Of course, I write down my hopes and dreams for the coming year in another “If I Had My Life to Live Over” poem.

But as in previous years, this is not just for me to express my thoughts about the coming year.  I am hoping that it inspires some of you to write your own. I am always so excited when people send me their own versions of this as a response to my creation.  I am hoping this will happen again this year!  I would love to hear from all of you.

It’s simple.

1) Start with the “If I had my life to live over” line, and write whatever comes to mind.

2)  Whenever you see fit, or whenever you think you’ve run out of things to say, write the ‘If I had my life t live over’ line again, and magically, it will jog our memory for new ideas.

3) After you have written that first draft, go back and clump the ideas that seem to be under the same sort of topic or idea together.  Or add a line or description to the areas that you think might need a little more.

4) Then go back another time to see if you can add a few poetic devices in like similes, rhyme, alliteration, or metaphors.

Or… make your own rules or just keep it exactly the way it was when you started, because this is not a poetry test. It’s a place to allow you the freedom to express your wishes and dreams for the new year.

Remember what I’ve said in the past- new years resolutions are great, but this poem is more about new year’s dreams- “To Become What You Might Have Been.”

Happy New Year’s everyone! Here’s to an amazing 2014!

(If you’d like to know where this poem idea came from, including the original poem and author- Nadine Stair, click here )

If I Had My Life to Live Over

If I had my life to live over

I would express with depth and creativity,

But in way fewer words.

I would write fiction- novels that you couldn’t put down

And I would sneak a smile whenever I’d see them around town.

I would make my own greeting cards and journal books,

And have a little shop where I could sell them.

The excitement in each person’s face,

when they received their one of a kind place,

to scribble their world down on the page,

would motivate me to keep making more.

I’d have my own company brand name at every store.

If I had my life to live over,

I would drink lots of water every day,

And eat less chocolate.

I would run, swim, skate and dance like a pro

And I’d be lean and well toned.

If I had my life to live over I would sing more freely-

alone and in front of large audiences,

And I’d be the fun one up there! Haha!

If I had my life to live over, I would write songs daily

(okay, let’s start with monthly)

And I would practise on my keyboard without hesitation,

Yes, I’D be the queen of music improvisation.

If I had my life to live over,

I’d play a mean guitar,

And pull it out wherever I ….uhmmm… are….

Actually, I’d be able to pick up most instruments

And strum or beat with the best of the best.

If I had my life to live over,

I’d be an advertising agent,

With a big office and a beautiful view,

Or maybe I’d be an architect too (haha!)

And design fabulous artist havens,

That would produce ‘ahhhs and ooohs’.

If I had my life to live over, I’d go to see my places of heritage

-India and East Africa.

I’d be a philanthropist, helping people around the world

with their educational dreams and personal goals.

If I had my life to live over,

I’d be able to converse in any language that makes you comfortable,

In all corners of the globe.

I’d teach in many countries, but always be proud of my own.

If I had my life to live over, I’d have a dance floor to go to whenever I pleased.

I’d use it every day, and never forget to play-

To create whatever I may,

If I had my life to live over,

No matter what challenges were thrown my way,

with my true heart’s passions, I’d always stay.