she’s gonna do it

I was out for a walk after the first day of my new job and I could not deny the commonality of the songs that played through my headphones. One after the other, they played in this order and my jaw dropped:

Run Away – Real McCoy

Runaway – Del Shannon

Runaway (U&I) – Galantis

Technically speaking, I don’t think Apple Music can be sorted by song title, so for those songs to be played in order like that it must be a sign, right? I usually just press shuffle anyway.

Here are some of the lyrics that played:

Runaway and save your life. Runaway, Runaway if you want to survive.

So a little bit about what’s been going on: I just moved to a new city in another province, and it dawned on me as I was walking that night after work: it’s either sink or swim now baby, and that’s kinda intense!

Also! To make things even weirder or sychronistic this picture was snapped by accident, and it appeared on my phone as the thoughts about sinking or swimming went through my head.

WEIRD. RIGHT?

Digest this how you want, or not at all. But to me it’s proof that this move was necessary for me to thrive. *knocks wood*

I needed to essentially “runaway” and take on a fresh start.

And then this groovy Betty Davis tune came on, with lyrics like “she’s gonna do it” which provided me the hit of reassurance I needed to calm my many thoughts about this change! 😉

pussy problems

Bam Margera. I blame Bam Margera for my pussy insecurities. I was in my early twenties, getting my hair coloured at some overpriced Eaton Centre hair salon while reading an article in Rolling Stone. It was the first time I heard the term “FUPA”. “Fat Upper Pussy Area,” as Margera explained it. Up until that point I thought my privates were pretty normal. Sure, I had no porn-pussy, but I never thought too deeply about it. But apparently having a FUPA is a no-no. I fixated on this term while I sat in the salon chair having my hair processed. And because of this article I solidified the fact that my vagina wasn’t the prettiest. Turns out guys don’t want a female with a FUPA, they are in fact repelled by this. And over the years I have further evidence of men saying negative things about FUPAs, just adding to my insecurities.

If this makes you uncomfortable, stop reading now.

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The 7 Rules of McConaughey

Okay yes. Lately I am obsessed with Matthew McConaughey. He is the coolest and I just can’t help it! I re-watched his episode on the Joe Rogan Experience, which I just noticed was broadcast on my birthday! So if that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is!

Anyway, he mentions the things that become habit in his life when he’s vibing high or as he puts it, when he’s “rolling” and I wanted to share these tips with you:

  1. Journal even when things are good – We have a tendency to only journal when we’re experiencing some sort of distress in our lives. We dissect our failures, but we don’t examine our wins. We should journal the happy times too, so when we fall out of alignment we can see what to do in order to re-calibrate. He says to look at the things you were doing in your life when you were happy, and to even take note of what you were eating, drinking, and who were you hanging out with. So that the next time we get into a rut we can turn to that journal entry and see what we need to do to get back on track.
  2. Check in with yourself before checking in with the world – Check in with YOU when you wake up instead of checking your phone or heading to the kitchen. This can look something like having a conversation between “me and me” as he put it, reading something, writing something. To put my spin on this I’d focus on: how I currently feel vs. how I want to feel, and what I can do to get to those feels.
  3. Don’t lose your wink – He says when he loses his wink it means he’s taking life too seriously. Some tips on not losing your wink: laugh more and don’t take anything personally, which, side note: is one of the Four Agreements.
  4. Don’t ask permission – Have the confidence to do the things you want to do, and believe in those things!
  5. End your day with reflection – Go back through the day, and make a note of what tomorrow’s going to look like – plan for your tomorrow.
  6. Make to-do lists – Write down everything you have to do in the day including simple things like: kiss your wife, listen to that song you like, take a poop (I think he was joking, but he did say it), read something funny, etc. He says the more we have on our to-do list, the more we have to check off and therefore feel more accomplished!
  7. Exercise – Working up a sweat puts a demarcation (a dividing line) in the day. After a workout, all the stress that we previously felt piled up on our shoulders can now be seen laterally laid out before us. This helps change our mindset and we feel better equipped to handle our to-do list one item at a time without feeling a burden on our shoulders.

These were the common denominators of what he was doing when vibing high! Sounds pretty good to me. What do you think?

what is your dating cringe?

Quick a dirty: what is your dating cringe? You know, a past event that when you think about now you get a shiver down your spine and feelings of shame and disgust overwhelm you?

I’ll start – I slept with someone who has a tribal tattoo. EW. This is my dating cringe.

Funny enough, when I found out he had a tribal tattoo it was an instinctual deal breaker, an actual red flag for me. But I didn’t want to be so superficial. I don’t know what it is about tribal tattoos, I’ve just never enjoyed them. To be honest I guess I kinda connect them with trash. Is that harsh?

Anyway, how about you? What is your dating cringe?

that time I almost got scammed by a modern day Nigerian Prince

What would you do if you got propositioned to be a sugar baby, earning thousands of dollars in a month? For some, the idea of all this extra income is lavish! The feeling of freedom in getting to do whatever you wanted. For me personally it would mean being able to finally get my own home! I’d be dumb to pass on an offer like this, right?

The text message came through to me on a Saturday afternoon. My cousin and I had just finished a workout and were driving home. It went something like this:

“Hi Vanessa, my name is Alessandro, I have to say you are absolutely gorgeous. I have a weird question, how would you like to earn $3000 right now and then $500 per week after. I’m not looking to waste your time, so if you’re not interested that’s cool. I just had to tell you how beautiful you are. Let me know if you’re interested.”

Off the bat my gut reaction was SCAM! However, being one part bored in my dating life, and two parts looking for more income, I thought let’s have a little fun with this! Handing my phone off to my cousin I told her to respond, see who this person was and to find out how he got my contact. He told us he got it via my Kijiji ad for personal training.

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About ordering a pizza….

There’s something peculiar and familiar when debating our pizza order which dawned on me tonight.

The scenario: Should I get a 10″ or a 16″? Is the 10″ big enough? Will it fill me? Will I have leftovers? Is it going to be too thin? Should I get thick crust? 16″ might be too big, but it could feed more than one person or I could have it again in the morning…

The pizza options, like men and dating are endless. There’s traditional, whole wheat, gluten free, ones filled with cheese. Thin crust, thick crust, cauliflower, New York Style, Deep Dish, Sicilian, Neopolitan, wood-oven. And don’t even get me started on the toppings

How do you like YOUR pizza?

I personally love a good Focaccia. Something not too big, not too small, nicely seasoned with just a hit of salt and oil. Being left satisfied and not overeating, nor begging for more. A pizza that fills me just right, where I am satiated, can stop eating when I want and there’s plenty leftover in the morning 😉

running to a higher self.

With the pandemic, I’ve had to move my workouts from the gym to the great outdoors (unless it’s raining), so I’ve been doing a lot of running. With each run and every exertion, my brain has a sort of revelation where I come up with great ideas, or so I’d like to think (lol)….. Like comparing the way we exercise, specifically running, to the way we move through our relationships. 

Hear me out: When we run, do we choose the sprint intervals, or do we choose the long distant run? 

When we sprint it’s an all out blitz attack on our muscular, circulatory, and respiratory systems. The 30-45 seconds of all out power and push feels exhilarating and strong but at the end of it we are gassed out and 100 per cent done. With heavy breathing and maybe a cramp, we keel over to catch our breath; it hurts, but we push through.

When we jog we find a steady pace, and keep it going for the duration of the run. Maybe it’s for a straight 10 minutes, or 45 minutes, or maybe it’s a marathon. Sometimes it feels like it’s never going to end. But we persist, we find our rhythm, our motivation and take it one step at a time.The celebration comes moments before we hit that finish line. We are proud of our accomplishment and can bask in the hard work we did. Ah, sweating for something makes it worth it, eh? *ahem* 

We can thank our body for all the hard work it did, breathe and walk it off to recover, and maybe sometimes throw our hands up in the air from the relief and joy we feel at the same goddamn time.

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I baked cookies for a boy and all he did was drunk text me for 48hrs

Below is a true account of my dating experience, I wasn’t going to put this on blast, but thought you may find my story entertaining:

Went on a few dates with this guy, we’ll call him The Pilot. He was nice, the kind of guy who opens car doors for you, picks you up at the airport, and listens to country music.

A definite drinker who even made notes several times that he should probably quit. Me and my Christ-like capacity for compassion gave him the benefit of the doubt, even if a sloppy drunk is the biggest turn off for me. I thought if he can keep it together while drinking, that’s fine. Incoherence though? That will be a problem. But let’s roll the dice anyway.

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