Have you ever had a #FirstWorldProblem kind of day? Today is definitely one of those days for me.

I share a post office box with my Mom and Dad (as did my grandmother when she was alive). That’s fine, except that the post office only issues one key. My Dad, more often than not, is the one who picks up the mail, so he is the person who usually has the key. After completely ransacking my parents’ office yesterday morning, I was unable to find the one and only mail key. I texted Dad to find out where it was. I can’t remember the exact reply, but it went a little something like this.

Hi jkhffiughafajddeiedjkhjghadkjkdnvjvjvnruiuthjslvhsgijahfluwauqpvjluhajlgb

I came to the logical conclusion that a preschooler had somehow gained possession of his phone, so I waited a while before sending a new text. About 4 hours later, I resent my previous text. I did not get a response before I went to bed, so naturally, I assumed the (imagined) preschooler from earlier in the day had tossed his phone in a toilet.

When I woke up this morning, I had a text from my Dad. There was no preschooler, and his phone is alive and well. The mailbox key, however, is Ontario. My mailbox and I are in Nova Scotia, so that’s going to make getting my mail a wee bit challenging for the next little while. Perhaps he could mail me the key? Oh, wait… that won’t work.

Since I had no mail to sort through this morning, I thought I’d do a little blogging. Over on my photo blog, I like to embed images from my Flickr account so that I can conserve my WordPress media storage space. I got 9 of the 20 photos I wanted to share uploaded, then Flickr broke. It seems to be a world wide issue judging by the angry comments on the Flickr help forums. While I am slightly annoyed and inconvenienced by this outage, I, unlike many of the other free subscribers to the service, don’t feel the need to publicly trash-talk Yahoo and Flickr on their own platform. If I had a paid “PRO” account, I may feel compelled to complain, but I don’t have a paid “PRO” account. I get the service for free, as do the sauciest of complainers in the forum. 

Ooooh…. guess what? Flickr just started working again! One #FirstWorldProblem solved! Do you think any of the complainers are going to go back to the forum to thank them for fixing the problem? I’m almost tempted to go back and check. Almost.

While Flickr was out, I decided to wash the floors. Of course, my right rubber glove had to spring a leak! That, however, was not the biggest #FirstWorldProblem of my floor washing endeavour. What really got to me is the lingering scent of the (new) cleaner in the house and on my hands. It’s making me ill! It’s freezing outside and I have all the windows open trying to air the place out. Why must cleaning product companies formulate their products to be stinkier and stinkier all the time? Do I have to start using homemade cleaners for everything?

End of #FirstWorldProblem rant. I have a post to finish over on my other blog.

Dragonfly Face

One day, last September, on a trip into my greenhouse, I discovered a dragonfly trapped in a spider web.  The poor little thing freaked out as I tried to rescue him, but once he was free from the sticky web, he didn’t want to leave my finger. I must have walked around with him for a good 10 minutes before I “made” him go sit on the Virginia Creeper. Once I was free of the dragonfly, I went inside to get my camera. He was still where I left him when I got back.

I snapped dozens of photos of the critter that day. The one I’m sharing today is probably the worst quality image of them all (which is why I’m posting here and not on my photo blog), but it’s my favourite. I’m in love with that little face! It looks as if he’s smiling from ear to ear and giving me a wave.
face of a dragonfly

For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge—Face.

“This week, let’s celebrate our many different faces.”

Birth(day) Of A Goddess


A card from my parents.

It’s my birthday. I’m 44 today. Regretfully, much of my last trip around the sun was spent feeling really freaking old—at times, I felt a heck of a lot older than my actual age. I was utterly exhausted. I pushed myself through each day, and was never able to fully enjoy doing the things I enjoy doing. Everything felt like a chore. To clarify, I wasn’t depressed, unhappy, or anything like that—I was just downright physically drained. My next year on this earth is going to be different. I’m sure of it.

Two and a half weeks ago, I made the difficult decision to quit the gym. What had once energized me was making me feel like total crap. I knew my my body was telling me to stop, but didn’t want to (again) give up the only form of exercise I enjoy. After well over a year of resistance, I listened to my intuition (and my doctors’ advice), and traded my gym rat status for the title of yogi. I feel so much better already. I no longer have “resting my eyes sessions” that I wake up from 12 hours later.  Clearly, I had been pushing my body too hard.

Moment of truth… I don’t like “doing” yoga. I never have. I have to give myself a pep talk every evening before I hit the mat. The whole time I’m “doing” yoga, I’m trying to focus on my breath, but what I end up doing is thinking about what I want to do when it’s over. That said, I think I’m hooked. I love how I feel when I’m done. I don’t mean the feeling of relief that my session is over—I mean my body feels so darn good. I feel like a freaking Goddess after yoga practice!

At the end of 2015, I made a list of 7 of my “core desired feelings”. Every Sunday, I would write down things I wanted to do that week that would make me feel my “core desired feelings”. By mid-March I gave it up because I was feeling like a failure at every Sunday check-in. Either I didn’t get around to doing what I had planned, or, I did what I wanted to do, but it didn’t make me feel the way I wanted to feel. I wanted to feel like me again—feminine!

All 7 of the “core desired feelings” words I chose in December—the feelings I failed to make myself feel with my weekly good intentions—were feminine energy words! It’s rather ironic that exactly one month after ditching my attempts to get back in touch with my feminine side, I unintentionally awaken the Goddess within through yoga. If anyone would have told me that would happen, I wouldn’t have believed them (considering how much I don’t enjoy “doing” yoga).

Now, I’m totally obsessed with learning anything and everything I can about what it means to be divinely feminine. My birthday present to myself is going to be a book that I recently added to my Amazon wish list—Awaking Shakti: The Transformative Power of the Goddess of Yoga.

Happy birthday to me!