The last couple of years that I lived in Vancouver, I knew I was ready for some big changes which included being ready to move away from Vancouver. We didn’t know until the last few months that we were headed to Kelowna.
As I sat to write this, I fired up my music player as per usual and decided to listen to Morcheeba. Normally I pick an album but today I double-clicked on her name. As I was writing the first paragraph and thinking about Vancouver, The Sea was playing:
Morcheeba – The Sea:
I left my soul there,
Down by the sea
I lost control here
A cool breeze flows but mind the wasp
Some get stung it’s worth the cost
I’d love to stay
The city calls me home
More hassles fuss and lies on the phone
“I left my soul there. Down by the sea. I lost control there, living free.” About sums up my time there.
I had a *really* hard time adjusting to Kelowna but in the past couple of years, have grown to love it here. It hardly rains (it pours non-stop in Vancouver), it’s dry (it can be so humid in Vancouver that you’re sweating in the mid-20’s) and food can be reasonably cheap because we have access to fresh fruits and vegetables which is the majority of our diet. As you know, we do a lot of canning and the Okanagan is the perfect place for it.
We knew moving to Kelowna was a layover and the plan was to stay long enough for my partner to finish her Phd (in June 2013) and me my side quest (June 2012). We know we are going to have to move for her to get full-time work and has her sights set on another city. But I have been like a cat with my claws dug into Kelowna not wanting to move anywhere other than West. This move would technically be West which is a few steps in the right direction.
I certainly never thought I would have had my claws dug so deeply into Kelowna – especially when my soul is down by the sea. The psychologist I was seeing during my LTD had even commented on my change of heart about Kelowna when she knew how much I hated Kelowna and my heart was still in Vancouver.
Heading into 2013, there was a part of me fearing it was going to be a crap year because of the superstition surrounding the number thirteen. To be quite honest, I have had a really crappy year but also made positive changes:
broken (and still unfixed) tooth in February
passing of my beloved companion of 12 years
ER trips x 3 with my son
massive flareup/infection in another tooth
my car is close to dying
poor and broke
sick a lot lately
But like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I keep plugging on and am reminded of exactly why I have wanted a tattoo of a labyrinth tattooed on my forearm since my son was born over six years ago. A tattoo I would like to get in the Spring when I have more money.
The problem is, I am feel stagnant and stuck in a holding pattern right now that I cannot get out of until at least the Spring. There are certain things that are happening in my life that are either whizzing by too fast that I am having a hard time dealing and comprehending whereas others are so slow that they are not even moving if not, moving backwards.
I am exactly where I am meant to be, right now.
Something I keep reminding myself of. Over a decade ago, I got my heart broken quite badly. I was so in love with someone whom I had planned out the next ten years of my life with and when that relationship ended, I stopped planning for the future and having expectations.
Over the past three years since exiting the corporate world, deep dark depression, bad social anxieties and finishing up that side quest I was on, I have started to see a future again. I once again have hopes, dreams and expectations for the future.
Hopes and dreams which are on the verge of a cascading avalanche about to happen as more pieces of the puzzle materialize and fit into place. Pieces that make up that dreamboard I have been working on over the past few months including changing some of the images.
I have a really hard time sitting on my hands when I have my sights set on something. I am feeling on the verge of bursting out of my skin and quite frankly, have been for most of this calendar year but life keeps getting in the way. Normally I would get dejected out of frustration but know it’s part of the process of getting from Point A to Point B in life: timing could be off, more life lessons to learn, and of course, a few tests thrown in for good measure. The difference this time is I have expectations that there will be side quests I need to conquer along the way and although I cannot plan for them, I can accept them for what they are, thank life for the lesson and move on.
As I Nestle in for the Winter, I am mapping out how best to fill in the gap while placing more stepping stones for my life’s path. There are a few more rocks along the road that I need to clear but when I have my sights set on something, I tend to be successful in clearing paths to get to my preferred destination(s).
This will include clearing space, healing, blogging, upgrading, studying, practicing, photography, quilting, crafts and spending time with my family.
I have not yet fully fleshed out my current goals on paper but have been in my head. With an extra long weekend, I will be focusing some energy on them and working on clearing space now so that it is ready for me to move forward.
Are you stuck in life? Stuck in transition? Or have you ever been stuck? What did you do to get yourself out of the mud? What motivates you to keep trying to free one foot to move forward even when you know that you might have to work on freeing that foot again?
Wow. I know, what an amazing way to start off a second post in a row.
My being able to take SIPS and N.O.T. was pretty last minute even though I had wanted to take the courses but did not think I would be able to. Thankfully finances came through at the last minute and I was able to take them.
When I sat down yesterday and looked at the calendar, I realized it was the first Saturday in five weeks that I had been home in Kelowna. Wow.
The past five weeks have been a bit of a blur. The downside to taking the courses is the loss of income but was the price to be paid to be able to make more money in the future. The upside is that I now feel better equipped to take the next step to becoming a Practitioner which yes, I technically am but I won’t feel like one until I have paying clients on my table.
There is always one great benefit to taking these courses – the work you receive during class. One of the most amazing things I find about specialized kinesiology is that whether it is the Practitioners first or 1,000th balance, the results are the same. Yes, they have to hit the right points and of course, the more experience and knowledge the Practitioner has, the deeper into issues they can go but just doing a basic balance yields the same results regardless of experience.
Easter is the last foreseeable weekend I will be out of town. I will be heading down to pick up my partner and son from White Rock. The weekend before, I will be driving them halfway down so they can spend one of the two weeks of Spring Break with my partners family. Other then that, I am hoping to not leave Kelowna before (hopefully) more SIPS courses in September in Vancouver.
Coming up next…
One area I have felt that I really need to take up slack in, is anatomy and physiology. I will be spending one day a week studying and one day a week practicing. I am hoping by the Summer that my income will increase from working as a Practitioner. At some point, I will have to give up my role as the Office Manager. This is very scary because the safety net of secured income will be gone and I might not know for sure how many clients I will have booked, let alone, how many of them will re-book appointments.
Until I reach that point, I am not going to stress about it and just focus on equipping myself as best as I can before starting out into uncharted territory.