Getting rid of baggage (literally and figuratively).

I've never been the best at unpacking or getting rid of unnecessary baggage. While the two concepts don't  REALLY have much in common, the analogy is the same. I procrastinate doing things until eventually everything is partout in my room and my life. Betcha didn't think your clothes could double as your life issues did ya?

I have been back for almost a week and my bag is still sitting on my floor. Sure there are some things taken out of it, but for the most part it's still full. I have looked at it many times wondering when I'll ever get around to actually taking everything out and cleaning up my room (ie. life). I have this dilemma with moving things; I like when things are in a certain place and am afraid that changing it too much might disrupt the peace (or chaos that I hope will turn to peace eventually). Lost? I'm trying to say I'm terribly afraid of change and of confronting my issues.

Life is easier when you keep everything in your suitcase and don't deal the massive amounts of laundry that no doubt lie within the case. Ignoring it doesn't make it go away, but it does make it somewhat bearable. However, recently I've decided that I need to be more proactive with my life. Although there are things that will put me out of my comfort zone, I need to dive in. I know I'm going to make mistakes, who doesn't? But I shouldn't let myself miss out on opportunities because I'm afraid of messing up. What kind of life is that?

I think this post might have had a point at the beginning, but it's lost now. I was probably using it to distract myself from this:

Moral of the story: stop procrastinating and take things out of your suitcase of life (ie. worries, concerns, self-doubt, judgements etc. and you'll be a much happier person!)

Ok, go unpack Janet.

Back from the Mainland

I'm always so sad to return home after a vacation, especially one that lasted less than 72 hours. I know my only purpose for going was to see the concert, but I was rather impressed by Toronto and I would love have had the chance the stay longer.

The concert was nothing short of amazing. I only wish the seats we had were closer, but even just being there was awesome. If you think I was surrounded by thousands of tweens screaming, hoping that the boys would see them, then you'd be right. If don't think I joined them, then, well, you'd be terribly wrong. Even though I had beer in hand and leopard heels on, I was heavily involved in the fandom going on. My throat was sore the entire next day from screaming and singing.

I always have a mindset that the 'big city' will be so much more unsafe than my hometown, when really, if you just use your streetsmarts you'll be fine. I didn't find myself stressed walking around downtown at night, but I didn't venture into any dark alleyways either. My ignorance about bigger cities needs to stop; there are good people all over the world, they aren't just confined to my area code.

The shopping of course was spectacular. We didn't even go sightseeing because we decided shopping was the top priority. I know the CN Tower gives an amazing view, but I needed those 5 new dresses and lipsticks. I know I'll be back to Toronto, hopefully for longer so I can make time for touristy things. I'd almost rather though ask one of my friends to show me around so I can see what a typical day is like for someone living there. That would be a more rewarding experience in my opinion.

Anywho, that's it for me. Just a short and sweet update about my trip.

- Janet

Toronto-ing

So the time has finally come for my friend and I to embark on our short but sure to be amazing trip to Toronto to see One Direction. I know I am not 13 years old and probably have no business being amongst them screaming my lungs out, but I will be.

The one thing I don't have is shame about what I like. If I enjoy some kind of music, I am going to listen to it. It really doesn't impact other people (as long as I'm not forcing What Makes You Beautiful into your ears). I spent a lot of time when I was a teenager trying to fit in with certain groups based purely on music and I hated it. It's so much easier to just listen to what you want and watch what you than appeasing other people. If you can't enough of Florence and the Machine, dance around your room to it; if Snoop Dogg (or lion now? I can't even) really just 'gets you' then by all means fill your ipod with it. Doesn't matter to me.

I will also be purchasing a few items no doubt when we hit up the Eaton Centre.

It'll be nice to get away for while, even if just for a few days. I wish I had the financial ability to travel anywhere I wanted at any time. I know a girl who just goes wherever she wants and it all seems so exciting. I guess a dose of wanderlust is healthy. I want to start planning my next adventure.

Have a good week folks!

Janet