on uncertainty


Oh poor little neglected blog, I’m sorry for not knowing what to do with you.

In truth, I have no idea why I haven’t turned to you – you who help me clarify my thoughts and make sense of mental chaos.  There’s been a lot going on (a lot, and nothing), and I haven’t known what to make of any of it.  I tried this new thing, where I turn to close friends and family for advice.  It worked surprisingly well (do you know about this?).  For someone who has spent so long thinking that independence means going it alone, and that asking for help is a sign of weakness or inability, this newfound realization that others can provide helpful perspectives and insight – without there being any sense that needing those is a sign of personal failure – is at once illuminating, freeing, and deeply enriching.  It saddens me that it took so long for me to learn this.

Still, here I am, turning to you once again.  This time not for assistance so much as for the sake of archiving.  I’d like to document this long absence and mark it as a sign of a desire for change.  I’d like to return to writing, to return to ruminating over next steps and to recording my thoughts for the sake of some future me who may like to revisit these wonderings, down the road, or for whom they may serve as a faint whisper to which I should be held accountable.  That was the impetus all along, really – to challenge and motivate myself to be accountable to my future self, and to use that to spur me into doing things in the present.

I am deeply, deeply uncertain about the future, which feels so large, looming, and vast.
My solution? Break it down into smaller, manageable pieces.


One summer. This summer.  This summer that connects to so many more – through autumns, winters and springs – yet which is, for all intents and purposes, arbitrarily yet meaningfully distinct and individual.  For the sake of my sanity, perhaps. Or for my temporal (and temporary) existence, which feels simultaneously much too small and way too big.

With that in mind, and with no time to spare, here goes a long-delayed and much needed jump into the abyss: my summer list for 2014.

La Liste (2014)

  1. make puff pastry from scratch (I’m nervous already)
  2. go on a kickass road trip
  3. go sailing
  4. engage in more random acts of kindness (one project per week, perhaps?)
  5. make myself into a cloud
  6. sew something
  7. read 5 books (much more realistic than last summer) – and no more than 3 at a time (it’s all about challenging oneself, right?)
  8. see a film in an unconventional setting (outdoor screening, drive-in, etc.)
  9. host a picnic
  10. build a budget (the eternal struggle)
  11. repaint and reclaim my apartment
  12. prep for PhD application season

They’re still more or less abstract, but we’re getting there!  Baby steps.

Suddenly the summer feels a whole lot more like an adventure… Just the way I like it.

What’s on your list, internet pals?


on being affiliated and taking credit


I’m having a really tough time with boundaries.

Let’s start a little further back.  Have you ever read the book Stargirl?  The main character is a high school-aged boy named Leo, who finds himself attracted to the quirky new girl, Stargirl Carraway, who is caring, thoughtful, unconventional, selfless, and nonconformist in a way that inspires a great deal of ambivalence from her peers – first intrigue, then admiration, then hate, then… well, I’ll let you read the book.  Stargirl is a complex character, and deciphering a core message or moral from the book is less straightforward than it seems, in my experience.  Stargirl devotes herself with reckless abandon to projects that she hopes will make people happy, often while intentionally disassociating herself from the projects so that they can be anonymous gifts that imply no desire for recognition.  She was a huge inspiration to me when I first read the book, in high school, because of her courageous blend of humility and generosity.

Now, though, I’m finding it hard to figure out how to follow her lead – and to what extent I should, or want to.  I deeply admire her character’s generosity and thoughtfulness, and long to emulate these qualities in my own life.  I also share her indifference to the spotlight (in fact, I may be more allergic to it than she is; she seems perfectly at ease being the centre of attention, because, at bottom, she just doesn’t recognize the weight of others’ gazes).  Lately, though, I am feeling the push to own my acts and projects in a way that I’m not entirely sure how to handle, and in ways that I’m not sure her character offers me insight in terms of how to mediate.

I love the community projects I’ve undertaken this year (and previously, more silently).  They make me feel connected to this city that I love so much, and it really warms my heart when people engage with my installations and report that it made their day.  Finding a way to spread that feeling of being connected to others was part of the idea behind including hashtags on the posters; it was all about giving people a way to see that this was bigger than each individual experience – that my good day is in kinship with her good day, and so on, and to allow everyone to see just how far the impact from a small box of felt flowers could extend.

So why blog about it?  Do I feel a desire/need/impetus to link myself personally to these projects?
And if so, why?

That’s the question with which I’ve been wrestling for months.  On the one hand, blogging serves as a helpful archive, and reinforces the aforementioned sense of connectedness by linking present projects to a whole past history of similar undertakings, and to additional photos for those who maybe only caught the end of an installation but would like to see more.  Blogging also offers not-insignificant practical benefits; it’s expensive to undertake these projects, and, as an underemployed philosopher, funding is a source of constant constraint when it comes to bringing ideas to fruition.  Publicizing these projects gives them greater attention, and also lends them (and me!) credibility in case, down the road, I need or decide to ask for support.  In those ways, I think that writing about my work is beneficial to my overall project.

On the other hand, it’s hard to balance desire for promotion with desire for self-promotion, and I find myself, increasingly frequently, coming up against that problematic relationship.  I’ve recently been in discussion with an organization about the idea of hosting a small installation on their front lawn, and the whole experience has brought a few things into sharp relief – namely, the extent to which I want to be affiliated with them, and them with me.  My intention was to set up a project that would be largely self-regulating (as all my projects, so far, have been), but through our discussions I feel as though I have been increasingly wrapped up in the execution as an active director of the experience – a position with which I am largely uncomfortable.  Fundamentally, I want these projects to be about people interacting with something (art/installation/random act of cheer/whatever you call it) – with me as the occassion, not the mediator, of the experience.  Ideally, I’d like to remain the anonymous author, but that seems largely impossible now, in part because doing so is it odds with at least one of the aforementioned practical considerations.  Remaining anonymous is also impossible when an installation requires a person’s direction in order for it to be executed (which is the case for a mission currently in-the-works).

How do I keep it “all about the art”?  How do I continue to promote the work without promoting myself?  Perhaps the answer lies in Stargirl, after all – specifically in her complete indifference – not distaste – for the spotlight.  Maybe the thing I need to do is not avoid the spotlight, but care less about it – care less about its meaning.

Maybe I need to stop overthinking this, and just keep doing things.  Stop asking for permission and just build.  I’m curious about your thoughts, though.  How do you see/experience/balance the relationship between act and affiliation, between project and producer?  (What would Stargirl do?)

Dear Jehangir

Dear Jehangir,

You have a pretty fantastic set of friends – you know that, right?  Today would have been your 29th birthday, and to mark the occasion, and celebrate it in the most appropriate and fitting way, your friends have created an event to spread your warmth and compassion as widely as possible.  As of writing this, there were 259 people attending this event (and 1300 people invited!).  Two hundred and fifty-nine people who have committed to do something lovely for a stranger today.  Two hunded and fifty-nine people who are thinking about you.  Two hundred and fifty-nine people who love you and want to honour your life.  Two hundred and fifty-nine missionaries of compassion and generosity. Two hundred and fifty-nine of your friends and disciples in caring.


I think you’ve discovered the secret to immortality, my friend :)


on #100happydays


In case you haven’t heard about it, there’s a lovely project making waves around the internet lately.  It’s called #100HAPPYDAYS.  The premise is simple: every day, for 100 days, you take and post a picture of something that makes you happy.  It can be anything at all – a funny mispelled sign, a comforting bowl of soup, a stray balloon in the sky, a small flower poking its head up optimistically (perhaps too optimistically) through the snow… anything that makes you happy!  I have been participating since Feb. 1st., and I love that it’s such a lovely and relatively easy way to chronicle the small things that make for happy days.


There is something significant that #100HAPPYDAYS misses, at least in my experience, and something at least as significant that it obscures and confuses.  Sure, I really was happy about the comforting and delicious meal I ate the other night, and the picture I snapped of Carlos, last week, as he put away his school books and binder really did mark the happiness I feel when we tackle his course work together, during our weekly tutoring sessions.  They’re all stand-ins, though, and the pictures I take often feel like staged momentos of the object of experience, and not as accurate expressions of what it meant to feel happy in that moment.  Those may be practical issues (perhaps I’m just a bad photographer, for example), but I have deeper concerns: first, I’m seriously starting to question the value of this project of daily chronicling; and second, I think that the underlying implication that we ought to be happy is at least potentially dangerous.

Let me explain.

Last year, around this time, I was still working on getting over a serious romantic breakup.  Losing that relationship (and all of the ones that went with it) had shaken me to my core, and left me scambling to find some sense of stability and personal peace.  For months I tried with all my might to feel happy again.  I willed myself to be happy.  I put on a smiling face and hoped that the matching feelings would follow.  Sometimes they did, but when they didn’t – when the sadness seeped through the cracks in the facade – the result was that I not only felt sad, but I also felt defeated because I hadn’t been strong or resolute enough to keep those feelings at bay.  Know what’s worse than feeling terrible?  Feeling like it’s your own fault, your own personal weakness, that is the cause of your continued sadness.  Taking yourself to be the root cause of your inability to be happy (“everyone else is happy – why can’t I be?”) is a surefire way to feel stuck and helpless, and it makes getting out of that sinkhole a heck of a lot more difficult.

In the most difficult part of my struggling, someone very wise asked me why I was in such a hurry to feel better.  The answer seemed obvious; who wants to feel sad?  It took me a while to fully understand her point, and even longer to appreciate its wisdom; often it’s important to allow ourselves to feel bad simply because that’s the way we feel.  Life sucks sometimes, and while I grant that there are people out there who can face the greatest struggles with patience and inner peace, the reality is that, at times, many of us will struggle, and cry, and hurt, and be truly deeply sad.  It’s important to acknowledge and legitimize those feelings when we have them, and to not simply brush them off.  This doesn’t mean that we always have to dwell on them, or even indulge them, but sometimes, when we feel unhappy, I think we should allow ourselves the time and space to be unhappy for a while until the feeling passes.  We shouldn’t feel a duty to be happy all of the time, as if it’s an obligation we have to those around us, and we should appreciate the cathartic, healing power of a good cry.

I worry that #100HAPPYDAYS may give people the impression that they ought (ethical imperative) to feel happy at least once a day.  I think that that’s a great idea, and I would love to think that we can each find at least one thing to be happy about every day.  But when the website asks, as if in dare, “Can you be happy for 100 days in a row?” I wonder if it isn’t prioritizing the wrong approach to happiness.  I think that the project is wonderful for its goal of reminding us to be mindful of the little things that happen every day that make us happy.  That having been said, I feel as though the project may be more personally fulfilling if the focus was on just being mindful, or appreciative.  I worry that some people may feel crestfallen or defeated if they have a particularly bad day, because the bad gets exacerbated by the frustration of feeling obligated to find a silver lining.  Even if there is a sliver of happiness on those days, archiving that picture as the picture of the day seems so insincere.  I think there’s something fundamentally different about focusing on feeling grateful or appreciative, though, since those are feelings that emphasize that the way we feel is intimately connected to our circumstances and our attitude, and not just the latter.  It’s possible to feel deeply unhappy about one’s current situation but still feel grateful for what one has, for example, and an approach that embraces that kind of reminder seems much more authentic and meaningful than one that makes anyone feel a need to be happy when they aren’t.  (And it seems that Martha Beck agrees!)

Furthermore, I take issue with the way that the project frames the whole undertaking in the cadre of a challenge – especially this sentence:  “71% of people tried to complete this challenge, but failed quoting lack of time as the main reason.  These people simpy did not have time to be happy.”  Seriously?  Could it not be, maybe, that they had time to feel happy but just not to grab a camera, snap a picture, and upload it to social media/email?  The other day, a girl walked into my workplace (a coffee shop) with a jacket that had heart-shaped elbow patches.  I smiled, and then I complimented her on them, because I thought that they were super cute.  They made me happy, but I didn’t take a picture of them because it was not practical or appropriate for me to do so.  I had time to feel happy about them, but that didn’t translate into a photo.  I had several similar encounters and experiences that day, including one that I actually did photograph for the project.  The irony, though, was that by taking out my camera to photograph (awkwardly) the amazing skype conversation that some friends and I were having (as though it were even possible to photograph that intangible experience) I completely detracted from the immersive joy of the conversation.  Suddenly it wasn’t just a great philosophical disucssion – it became a situation I had to interrupt and manipulate (by standing up, moving less-photogenic tabletop items, etc.) in order to take an attractive picture.  I ceased to be a participant engaged in the moment, and became a witness observing it from the outside.  As I write this, one of my kittens is walking back and forth across the keyboard of my computer, and demanding the attention of my hands and arms for petting-purposes (for the record, I am indulging him; these lines took ages to type…).  This moment makes me very happy.  Which is why I’m specifically not reaching for my camera.

I still think that there’s value in the undertaking, which is why I will continue to document my 100 days using the assigned hashtag.  I just think that it’s worth bearing in mind the reasons why such an initiative seems worthwhile, and worth letting them – rather than the challenge itself, or its inherent imperative – dictate our continued involvement.  If my goal in engaging in this project is to remind myself to take time, every day, to look for and to relish small bits of happiness, then my attitude towards the whole project will be importantly different than if my goal is simply to complete it according to the established rules.  The former allows the space for me to forget to post a picture, once in a while, without thereby implying that I’ve failed (since I could still have enjoyed happy moments that day, but just not bothered to document them).  If being happy is about being self-aware and attentive, as well as grateful for the blessings we notice, then I think this is a compromise worth embracing.

What do you think?

on staying resolved

Two weeks in: how are those resolutions going?


As a lover of lists, the start of the new year is always a fun and exciting time for me.  That having been said, it’s easy to make a list and then forget about most of the items – out of sight, out of mind! – and sticking with projects and seeing them through to completion have never been strengths of mine.  That’s why among my personal challenges for 2014 are learning to stay focused and getting things done.

Since I knew that these would be challenges for me, I did what any go-getter would do, and distracted myself by looking at funny cat pictures on the internet did some research to find out what tips and tricks I could learn to help me stay committed and on-task.  Here are some of the most helpful resources I found, in case you’re in the same boat as I am:

Gretchen Rubin, author of The Happiness Project, has listed her top posts for keeping your new year’s resolutions.  My favourite is: “Six Tips to Hold Yourself Accountable for Keeping Your Resolutions.” (As a sidenote, I highly recommend the aforementioned book – I found it to be deeply insightful and personally enriching, and have been recommending it widely ever since reading it last year).

New York Times also offers some tips for keeping your resolutions (many of which could be used for building better habits any time of year).

Finally, Martha Beck discusses the value of assembling a motley team to tackle resolutions together

From the experts, I gleaned that some of the most important factors to staying on-track include:

  • Involve Others: Team up with people who share your goals or resolutions but not your personality style; build a support system that includes a variety of personal strengths and struggles, so that you can each bring your best features to the group, while benefiting from the support of others with your shortcomings
  • Build a Concrete Plan: Abstract resolutions are harder to keep because they don’t have clear criteria for what constitutes success or failure.  Concrete resolutions make it easier to develop a plan of action towards achieving them, and thus make it easier to stay on-track.  Be clear and specific about the changes you want to make.
  • Determine the Stakes: This doesn’t have to mean a reward or penalty system (although according to the New York Times article mentioned above, setting aside money for forfeiture if you bail on your resolutions actually helps maintain dedication), but make the benefits and drawbacks of your goals explicit for yourself; are you doing something for the sake of a better relationship with someone?  for the sake of more free time?  to reduce your stress?  By elucidating the motivation behind your goals, you remind yourself of why you wanted to achieve that goal in the first place, and renew its importance for you.
  • Give Yourself a Break: Broken a resolution, or decided to abandon it altogether?  No sweat – as long as you’re doing it for the right reasons.  Sometimes we set goals for ourselves with the best of intentions, but fail to consider that they may conflict with other priorities.  If you’ve broken a resolution because you realized that your motivation for keeping it was no longer relevant, or because your priorities have changed, give yourself a break.  If, however, the reasons behind your resolution still hold for you, and you’d like to get back on-track, see if maybe there’s a way to adjust your expectations to make your project more realistic for you.  And remember: January 1st isn’t the only time for making changes; you can make a fresh start any time of year.  If you need to, revise and try again!

In light of their insights, I decided to revise my list of resolutions (which is still, and will likely remain, a work-in-progress).  I hereby present My Resolutions, 2014:

  1. be more patient – learn to think before reacting, and try to raise my voice less; develop better strategies for dealing with stress (balling up in the fetal position can only take you so far…)
  2. be more physically active – walk more (at least 3 times a week, for at least 15min each time); do something more active/longer at least once every other week (bouldering, yoga, muay thai)
  3. learn to budget – review my finances from 2013 and build an action plan for 2014 that includes both short- and long-term savings (a safety net, a reserve of funds for big projects, and some retirement savings)
  4. read more – commit to reading before bed (for at least 20min, and at least 3 times a week); take part in a book club
  5. de-clutter and become better organized – learn to build a realistic schedule; stick to it; de-clutter and learn to live more minimally (a huge struggle for someone with deeply engrained hoarding tendencies)
  6. worry less about time – stop thinking about other people’s timelines (who’s having a baby, who’s getting married, who’s buying a house), and focus on my own; build better time-management skills

(PS: In case some version of #6 is on your list, check out The Art of Doing Stuff – Karen is dedicating this week to getting organized, and there’s something really motivating about her unique combination of dry humour and seemingly insatiable thirst for tackling big projects).

They’re not huge goals (walking three times a week is admittedly pretty embarrassing as an ambition…), but I’m starting small to increase my chances of success.  Speaking of which, I need to get going on one of those walks…

What are some of your goals for the new year?  How do you hold yourself accountable?
I’d love to hear how you stay committed to your projects!

on expressing love


I had a conversation with someone, very recently, about the different ways in which people express affection and love.  We talked about how things like gifts and cards matter more or less to some people, and about how feelings can get hurt if people are unused to the idiosyncratic ways in which their partner or friends express their feelings.  Cards, for example, matter little in my family.  I think we regard them more as a necessary accompaniment to a gift (a label – so that you know who the giver is), rather than an integral expression of our feelings (a chance to tell the other person how much you value them).  A former friend of mine, however, regarded cards almost as more important than the gift itself – and since this is the kind of thing that often goes unsaid in a relationship (because it’s tacit knowledge that you gain only from being around someone, and because this kind of thing doesn’t come up often in conversation), feelings can get hurt if the expectation is unmet, even though the neglect may be entirely unintentional.

I’ve been dwelling with this thought over the last few days.  Though I can be quite outspoken about many things, and though I make every effort to make sure that my loved ones know that I care about them, I know that it is often a struggle for me to talk about my feelings – especially when it involves being vulnerable.  There have been a number of times over the past few weeks when I have wanted to say something to recognize someone special to me, and to thank them for being part of my life – but have been unable to get the words past my lips.  I’m working on it, but it’s surprisingly difficult, at times.

That having been said, I’d like to think that I’m pretty good at picking up on the things that people do or say that mean ‘I love you,’ even if the words are not explicitly muttered.  Perhaps this is the silver lining of a life spent saying ‘I love you’ in less explicit ways; you get to be good at recognizing when other people are being likewise implicit.  With that in mind, I’ve started working on a list of the ways in which my loved ones non-verbally communicate that they love me (this list is quite long, but by no means exhaustive).  If you see something on the list that you do, know that the feeling is mutual :)

When you… I know that you are saying that you love me.

  • When you were teaching me to read, and you told me to read instead of guessing the words… I know that you meant that you love me
  • When you call to ask how I am feeling, because you know that I am going through a rough patch…
  • When you tell me that CBC mentioned philosophy in a recent discussion/podcast…
  • When you stood in front of the world’s largest canoe paddle, ever so reluctantly, because I wanted to take cheesy tourist photos…
  • When you joined me on one of my crazy-ridiculous adventures (black tie beach party, running barefoot in the rain, driving through the Rockies, scaling the Samphire Hoe, etc.)…
  • When you bring me coffee from one of my favourite coffee bars, because you know that I am having a rough day…
  • When you do the dishes for me, because you know that I’m tired…
  • When you send me a note to say hi, because you know that I’m terrible at keeping in touch (even though I want to)…
  • When you offer to give me a ride (even when my destination is 18hrs away, and you’ll have to drive home alone)…
  • When you offer to go out of your way because it will make something easier for me…
  • When you take an interest in my projects, and actively help me succeed…
  • When you scold me for not prioritizing my work obligations, or for procrastinating…
  • When you scold me for thinking less of my own priorities than those of others…
  • When I’m being childish, and you tell me to grow up…
  • When you remember something that I mentioned months ago, and bring it up in the context of a present conversation…
  • When your friends and colleagues know more about me and what I’m doing than some of my friends, I know that it’s because you brag about me to them, and because you’re proud (even though you may not always tell me explicitly)
  • When you teased me for writing “I heart uh,” I know that you knew it read “I love you,” and that you meant it back.
  • When you got upset because I missed curfew, or didn’t call to tell you where I was, I know that you weren’t trying to limit my freedom; you were just worried about me, and wanted to make sure that you knew I was safe before you went to bed.
  • When you told me how proud you are of my sister, I know that you mean it to imply that you’re very proud of me too.

What are some of the ways that you express or recognize love?

on community

I got a call from my mom, last night, just a few minutes after she left from a nice long visit:

“C, there are pumpkins all along Harboard Street.  Hundreds of pumpkins.  You have to come see this!”


She was right!  All along the road, tables had been set up by the Harbord Village Residents’ Association, and pumpkins upon pumpkins were on display all along Harbord, from Bathurst to Spadina.  Every year, the HVRA collects jack-o-lanterns from residents, on the day after Halloween, and rounds them all up for display as part of a pop-up exhibition of local gourd-carving talent.





Despite the damp and slightly chilly weather, I was completely warmed by the sense of community that I felt while walking around, with my roommate T.  Neighbours were out mingling and admiring each other’s work, kids were frolicking – some in costume – and enjoying a second late-night-out in a row, and volunteers were serving hot apple cider and spreading the word about opportunities to get involved in local projects like litter collecting, flower planting, and community-building events.  It was like being in a small town in the middle of Canada’s largest city.



There were some really neat pumpkins, too!

Some philosophical ones, like this obvious reference to Nietzsche’s will to power:


(please know that I’m kidding)

One that reminded me of awkward high school days:


Some clever reminders that jack-o-lanterns are meant to be terrifying:


And some veritable squash-masterpieces:





What a terrific way to bring people together (and to give pumpkins an extra night to shine!)


I couldn’t have asked for a more enjoyable autumn evening.