As you all know, I’m participating in the Under Armours #whatsbeautiful campaign courtesy of Under Armour Women and Fitfluential.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about confidence.
Recently, I have found myself so happy I could burst. I have found a bizarre balance in my life that is working for me. I look at pictures taken recently and not only do I look good in them I can tell that at the moment the picture was taken I felt beautiful.
Hello all you gorgeous people!
I am willing to say that summer is officially here. And in the land of Vancouver (aka the land of the wet and rainy), summer is a short period of time where everybody wants to go outside all the time because we are usually drenched. As an example, I wore shorts to work last night, I left at two in the morning and it was pouring rain. I had to take a taxi.
One thing that we often forget about is our SKIN and keeping it healthy! I have a confession.
This post was supposed to go up yesterday.. but WordPress is silly and I’ve always ran late anyways so its kind of fitting.
There is a man in my life who has been there since day one.
He never really saw himself having children, but at the age of thirty-four when I came along he embraced his role.
He taught me how to walk and talk, stayed home with me for a year, gave me a crazy haircut, tipped me out of the snowsleds (accidentally) and patiently walked around for hours with me. He would roll his eyes lovingly every time we were ready to leave the house and I was the last one out (JUST ONE MORE THING) or if I couldn’t find something (WHERE ARE MY MITTENS). He tried to patiently wait while my brother and I continously fought over who got to sit in the front seat or play with legos. And he would be imaginative and creative with us, from making parachutes for the army men and dropping them from the top of the stairs or helping us build a bobsled to slide down the stairs in.
Remember how I went for my first REAL run back Tuesday? I was slightly terrified. I’ve been running, but only on the track, max 3km at a time. So this was my first run on the road. And rather than write to you about it, here is my first Vlog from my new IMac!
Yesterday marked my one year anniversary living in Vancouver. I celebrated it in a typical Amalia fashion, by breaking things at work (by accident) and having a long day of craziness followed by watching hockey.
Seriously however, I was thinking a lot about how moving to Vancouver has changed my life. And I was talking to my Mom about it on the phone. I never really was one hundred percent sure about the decision before I made it. It took me two years, one break up, one making up, one ditching of flights, many trips out to Vancouver, and then for a special person in my life to tell me not to stay because of her — that was how long it took for me to just suck it up and arrive.
So you may have noticed my absence (or not, I will forgive you). I got a new computer (thanks to my brother who helped me out majorly for this one) and it just happens to be a Mac. It’s beautiful, about the size of our television, and has lots of buttons and controls and commands and stuff that I have yet to figure out.
I consider myself a relatively intelligent person, but apparently that intelligence is Windows specific. Soon, however, I will build a knowledge base in Mac technology and you will all be able to read about my adventures much more frequently. And my brother will have more time in his life because he will no longer have to field my “what does this button do?” phone calls at all times of the day and night.
It’s my birthday!
I have been alive for a whole quarter century. When I sit down and really think about that it’s kind of overwhelming! 25 years. My Mom was in labor with me for about 25 hours, so I wonder if we are even now? I was also 5 days late. I was supposed to be born on my Grandma’s birthday but no, I had to be special.
Here I am as a cute little baby. All squishy and noodly like we all are at the beginning of life.
