Friday, December 27, 2024

Stability

As 2024 draws to a close I am curious about 2025.  There is much uncertainty politically which may or may not affect the work that I do.

In the past, the holiday season was an escape from work, but lately I find it long and drawn out and not as upbeat and fulfilling as it used to be.  I find the days long and I long to be travelling or at least doing something more fulfilling than watching youtube and random movies.  

I am so glad that Cheryl and I were able to snag a cheap trip to Cuba in February to escape the monotony that our world sometimes entails.  I love our routines, but I am struggling to find things that interest me.  I have a good routine that involves roughly an hour at the gym, an hour reading and an hour playing music which helps contain me, but I still feel like there is something I am missing.  My kids are on their own journey, my friends are on their own paths and Cheryl is thriving in her new environment.  I have spent 30 years sacrificing for others and struggle to figure myself out at this stage of my life.  I love my life and I love my family.  I think I just want to travel more and explore, but that means slogging it out for the next 5 years so that I can fund those adventures.  

2024 was an ok year.  Better than some of the more recent years.   I feel like I am heading toward a goal, but not exactly sure what that goal is, but things seem to be working out ok.  Financially, emotionally, and physically, I feel stable at this point in my life.   

Thursday, December 12, 2024

'Tis the season

For some people December is the most wonderful time of the year, or so the song states.  But that is not the case for everyone.  With Andrew's birthday being exactly 2 weeks before Christmas, it has become impossible to get into the Christmas spirit.  Which is tough as it is the time of year that everyone wants to socialize and catch up and have large gatherings to celebrate.  I'm just not there.  I have come very introverted over the last couple of years, and do not enjoy large gatherings at the best of times, let alone at this time of the year.  

We are attending more social events in December than we have in the past few months combined.  And everyone expects me to be joyful and upbeat and thankful and that is very difficult.  The thing with the holiday season is that it is a constant reminder of all of the family Christmas' of the past and all of Andrew's birthday and it triggers all of the grief that exists in me.  


Tuesday, November 26, 2024

Shitter's Full!

 


Family dynamics are an interesting topic.  Some families are super close and some are super distant.  Neither is right or wrong, they just are as they are supposed to be.   We may not get together much, for a variety of reasons, but when we do, there is a common denominator that pulls us together.   The annual watching of Christmas Vacation is one of those moments for our family.  We have been through a lot and our lives and relationships may not be what we expected them to be, but it is those bonds of commonality that pull us together.  For as long as I can remember, our family has bonded over this movie, to the point where it almost supersedes the religious implications of Christmas itself which has become overly commercialized over the last 20 years. 

We had a great night quoting, sometimes ahead of the dialogue, the narrative of this beautifully awkward, sometimes cringey, but ultimately human view of modern society in it's flaws and it's beauty.

Friday, November 22, 2024

Shitter's full... lotta sap!

Well tonight is the annual watching of Christmas Vacation.  A tradition in our family that goes back as far as I can remember.  We could probably quote the movie verbatim, and often do as we watch it, but the familiarity and hilarity albeit with a positive message about family seems to resonate with all of us.  It is not overly sappy, not religious at all, and puts forth the message that you don't always have to get along with family to appreciate them.  

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Not much to say

 I don't have a lot of deep insights for this post, I just figured it had been a while since I posted something here.  Things are going well.  Cheryl and I were both sick with the flu for about a week, but we seem to be better now.  We went to the remembrance day service in Cardigan over the weekend.  It is so much nicer than Charlottetown and it really feels like a community affair as opposed to a mass crowd of strangers.

Mom would have been 76 on the 10th and Nanny would have been 106.  

I think it will be a quiet christmas this year as the kids are doing their own thing.  Hoping to watch Christmas vacation at some point.  

Not much else to report.  

Tuesday, October 1, 2024

Hello again, Blog

Well, it has been almost a month since I posted, so I figured I should post an update.

After taking two months off on stress leave on the advice of my therapist and doctor, I am now back at work.  It was a fantastic summer of biking and hiking and walking on beaches, but, to quote U2, I still haven't found what I'm looking for.  

September was a blur.  Jumping back into work, I thought I could ease into the process, but was promptly assigned to attend Bioport in Halifax where I felt overwhelmed and off my game.  The blessing and curse of this was that Dan joined me for the trip.  While it was great to spend time with him, I think he saw sides of me that I normally only reserve for myself and Cheryl.  I hope what he takes from this is that it is ok to be imperfect and that we all get overwhelmed sometimes.  I spent so much of my life trying to be perfect that it is hard to just "slightly" let my guard down.  It is either all up or all down.  

Dan and I had a good trip overall with some great food and great discussions.  I think he needed to get away and I wish I could have had more time with him instead of being tied to the conference.  

Otherwise, I am settling back into work, albeit the landscape there has changed and I feel antiquated.  so many new programs and technologies that I feel I spend more time planning and documenting my work that there is little time for the work itself.  

Cheryl and I are heading to the Cabot trail next weekend, but due to the Ferry shutdown, it will mean a much longer travel time there and back.  Still, I am trying to take every opportunity to take a break from work and get out and experience things.  Particularly in nature.  We have hiked and biked more this summer than ever before and it seems to provide us both with immense benefits.  

Onward and Upward


Tuesday, September 3, 2024

Back to work

 When the kids were young, we would take a day at the end of the summer to order pizza and talk about the summer.  Our favourite parts, our least favourite parts and our overall thoughts on the summer.  This served both as a reminder of all of the things we had done, but also served as a transition point to remind us that summer is now over and it is time to get back to school/work.  

I am feeling that vibe now as I start back at the office after a long hiatus.  This summer was one of healing and reset for me, and I am now back to being productive.  Although I might not always enjoy the work that I do, it keeps me productive and an active part of society.  The weather is cooler, the days are getting shorter and I am feeling healthier and happier.  I am hoping to take extended summer vacation as much as I can over the next few years as it is a healthy necessity for me.  I feel recharged.

Friday, August 30, 2024

I'se the By








Greetings from the Rock.  It has been a while since I have posted here.  It has been a long strange summer, but in the end it was just what I needed.  A chance to heal and return to my homeostasis.  At the beginning of the summer I was overwhelmed and was very low mentally and physically.  After a relaxing summer capped off with a trip to NL, I am feeling much stronger mentally and physically.  Mind, Body, Soul.  They are all interconnected. 

What an amazing journey to NL.  I won't dwell on a lot of the details as Cheryl has summed them up thoroughly on her blog https://cherylcan.wordpress.com/ .  We hit Deer Lake, Cornerbrook, Rocky Harbour, Norris Point, Woody Point, The Tablelands, Westbrook Pond, Fogo Island and Twillingate.  We climbed the approach to Gros Morne, a steep 9km route uphill through streams and up rocks, we took a boat tour of the Westbrook Pond which was spectacular and made it to Fogo Island which was the quintessential Newfoundland port.  We drove and hiked and chatted and it was fantastic. 

Now that we are back home, I am trying to keep up with my physical activity getting back to the gym, hiking and biking.  This morning I biked to Strathgartney, Hiked the trail, stopped at the river to eat lunch and then biked home.  Cheryl and I are trying to walk most mornings to start the day out right.  

Overall, I am in a much better place than where I started at the beginning of the summer.
 

Sunday, August 4, 2024

Liminal Summer

 


The summer is half over and, although it often seems like we have not done much, when I look back we have been very busy.  We went to parlee beach to meet with greg and sean.  visited with colin & janet, gerard and rhea, went down to leonards boat twice, went to lakeside cottage with the old crew, biked from morell to st peters and back, I biked to strathgartney and we have hiked there as well.  Cheryl and I have been walking most mornings and have been to the beach several times.  That just scratches the surface for us as we leave for newfoundland in 2 weeks.  Looking forward to gros morne, fogo and twillingate.

This has been a really unique summer as I have taken stress leave for a month for the first time in my 24 years in government.  I just felt very overwhelmed and hit a wall.  It has been fantastic for my peace of mind and has given Cheryl and I an opportunity to talk about  how we are transitioning from who we used to be to who we want to become.

Thursday, August 1, 2024

Bacon

 


If bacon does not solve the problem, then you need more bacon.  

No, bacon does not solve all problems, but at least now you are dealing with your problems with bacon in your hands.  That's a start.

I keep going back to liminal points and I believe Cheryl and I are in the middle of one right now.  That period of time where many doors are closing, but many others are opening.  As humans, we resist change, but often, upon reflection later, those are the key moments that shape who we become.  

So much of my life has changed and is not what I expected it to be at this stage of my life.  Most of it is actually better than I imagined it could be, but those things that are not up to my expectations seem to niggle at me and keep me awake at night.  I am settling into our gentle peaceful life, but now that I am not used to chaos, when chaos inevitably hits from time to time, I am less prepared to deal with it.  Things that I used to gloss over now irritate me because I am trying to be better than who I used to be.  I am hopeful that as we exit this liminal period, that things settle down and I can ride out my last 6 years of work taking time off as needed to help me cope with the bureaucracy which seems to be ever-increasing and even more confusing.  

Wednesday, July 31, 2024

stress?

 So, for the first time in my 24 year government career, I am taking a month stress leave.  I felt like I hit a wall, both in my work world and in my personal life.  When we had to put Molly down, it unleashed a perfect storm of shit.  Vicki has gotten herself into some predicaments, Dan had a fender bender, we were in the middle of a heat wave, and putting Molly down unleashed grief in me that I did not know that I was still holding on to.  I am thankful for EAP and my therapist who have helped ease my burden to help me realize what I can control and what I can't control.  I am much better now than I have been over the past couple of weeks, but when both your therapist and your doctor advise you to take some time off for stress, you should take their advice.  

Grief is a a multi-headed beast.  I thought I was processing my grief over Andrew adequately, until I wasn't.  

Monday, June 17, 2024

Why does that cat need to be in the cradle?

 


I read something the other day that said something like, whatever you think your life is going to be, you are wrong.  I locked in to family life at 19 fresh out of high school and always thought there would come a time when I could spike the ball and do "my thing".  Now I get to do my thing and it is not as anticipated.  30 years of being a dad and a family guy is now all I know.  Worse still, my kids don't really need me.   Cat's in the cradle anyone?   I always thought that by having kids young meant that I would be young enough to be there when they aged in to adulthood.  Andrew Aside, the other two are now entering adulthood and I feel that I remember this time vividly.  Unfortunately, times have changed and my advice is acceptable at best.  So I resign myself to becoming ME.  The problem is, I already love ME.  I know my job inside and out, I have flexibility and everything I could have hoped for including a supportive wife, who, due to our communal planning is able to relax and find herself.  So what next?  I don't like golf.  I am becoming a better musician, but I will never be anything of note, so what next?   Don't get me wrong, I love my life, but it is odd that when I knew nothing everyone wanted a piece of me.   Now that I feel that I have a modicum of knowledge, no one needs me, or is interested in what I have to say.  

He says while yelling at the clouds :)

Thursday, May 30, 2024

The White Rocks of Brackley


 

For as long as I can remember, I have picked up a rock while walking on a beach.  Not just any rock, but the prettiest, shiniest, smoothest rock that I could find.  Often, I would throw one away in favour of another better rock.  I used to save these rocks and throw them in a dish when I got home, but I have since given that up. 

I do however, continue to pick up a white rock and carry it with me while I walk the beach.  The thought struck me yesterday as Cheryl and I walked Brackley beach for the first time since we scattered Andrew's ashes.  I used to do it absently, but now if felt somehow important.  

In the same way that the air we breathe contains minute traces of those who passed before us, so does the sand.  The sand ebbs and flows with the tide and Andrew's ashes are now a part of that beach.  As I picked up the obligatory rock yesterday, it struck me that this rock has possibly touched or been in the vicinity of Andrew in some tiny miniscule way.  I carried the rock with me as we walked the length of the beach and then gently let it go as we walked up the beach stairs to return home. 

Saturday, May 11, 2024

Certain Spirits are too bright to contain






If Love is everything, love is pain
Certain spirits are too bright to contain ~  The East Pointers, Wintergreen

We scattered Andrew's ashes last night and it was beautiful, heartbreaking and at the same time cathartic.  We drove to Brackley and the weather was perfect.  A little chilly, but no rain and no one else on the beach.  Vicki stood back and observed in the same way that I do.  Dan took off his shoes and walked in the water in the same way Cheryl did.  The beach was empty and the sky was clear.  It felt like as much closure as I will ever get.  We picked up Chinese food and laughed and moved forward in our own confusing lives.  

As the kids left, I experienced my first-ever migraine which lasted for a couple of hours.  When I finally came around, the Northern Lights were shining above PEI.  The picture above was posted on facebook from Brackley Beach where only a mere 5 hours earlier we scattered Andrew's ashes.  My love was painful and his spirit was too bright to contain.  

I found out later that last night was the strongest Aurora Borealis since 1932, covering most of Canada.  Certain spirits are too bright to be contained, indeed.

I keep saying the universe looks out for me.  Thanks U!

Rest Easy, My Son
As the water licks the sand
I relax
As the salt air fills my lungs
I feel calm
As my feet plunge deep in the sand
I am home

You are now at home, too
Endless water, limitless sky, forever sand
Your memory will remain
where we walk and smile
And dance and sing

Friday, May 10, 2024

5 Strange years later

 


A lot of emotions today.  On May 15th it will be 5 years since Andrew died.  It has been a strange 5 years unlike anything in my life to this point.  In an effort to move forward, Cheryl and I and the kids are scattering Andrew’s ashes at Brackely Beach.  I have such great memories when the kids were young of leaving work and calling the kids to tell them to pack for the beach.  I would be off work at 4:00, Cheryl and I would swing home and pick up the kids who had already packed everything we needed.  We would swing through the Wendy’s drive through and pick up burgers and fries and a large pop to share.  Money was tight in those days and every penny counted.  We would arrive on the beach just as most people were leaving.  We would enjoy a couple of hours of beach time knowing that we could come back any time we wanted.  Such is the privilege of living on an Island 15 minutes from a beach.  At our peak, we probably did that about 20 times a summer.  It was probably the happiest we all were together.  Once the kids got older, there were always complications and other priorities.  It seems only fitting to leave Andrew where we were at our happiest as a family. 

The past 5 years have been full of highs and lows, but so drastically different from the 46 previous years of my life.  The lack of control over my own body let alone my kids has been an eye-opener.  Such is the blessing and curse of raising independent kids.  You teach them not to need you, and then they don’t.  But what I have gained in return, is a renewed sense of who I am as a person.  Not Dad, but Tim.  I am now free to explore my own interests at my own pace which, of late, is much slower, and I am ok with that.

Wednesday, May 8, 2024

May Flowers

 


April has been a busy month

  • I stacked 1.5 cords of wood
  • We planted 20 new cedar trees, 2 spruce trees, a cherry tree, a weeping willow and lots of flowers.
  • We started purging some of the stuff from the basement that we no longer need to save including selling our old wicker blinds and my old speed bike.  Much of the stuff that we were saving for the kids are things they don't really want or need.
  • Cheryl and I attended the ECMA songwriting circle which was absolutely fantastic.  It inspired me to dig deeper into my writing.  It is so great to hear the backstories of songs from the artists themselves and to hear about the songwriting process.  
  • The hot tub is set up and working great.  I forgot how relaxing and calming it can be when I get stressed.  
  • Cheryl and I biked to Robinson's Island and I have been biking whenever I can.  The weather has been wet and cool, but I have managed to bike to work 3 times already this season.  
  • I had a great visit Dad as he came down to visit.  We played guitar and went for a great walk along the rails to trails.  
  • Chris is coming from May 16-21 and is staying at our place.  It will be great to catch up.  We are hoping to get out on Andre's boat for a day of lobster fishing, weather pending.
  • I have been trying to play guitar at least an hour a day and I can feel myself improving.  My pacing and timing is improving and my voice is more consistent when I sing regularly.
Looking forward to a good summer as we plan to go to Fundy to hike in preparation for our Gros Morne trip in August.  I am hoping to bike and hike and walk beaches this summer. 

Sunday, April 21, 2024

Sprung Spring

Starting this post without a direction.  It just felt like time to write here again.  I have been focusing all of my writing into my journaling and song-writing.  I am starting to think the rule of 10,000 hours is accurate as I feel much more confident in my music lately.  I can feel the flow and the beat in ways that I never bothered to listen to.  I can now see how, when I tried playing with other musicians, it was sometimes difficult as my own internal beat fluctuates wildly.  I have to tame the beat.   The keyboard and tapping my feet have helped a lot to keep me at least slightly structured.  Which, I imagine, makes it easier for other musicians to vamp off of.

Spring is here and it is so nice to start setting up the deck, the yard and the hot tub.  This winter felt long for me, although weather-wise, it was not that bad.  I am looking forward to getting out and biking, hiking, beach-walking and generally being outdoors this summer.  

Thursday, April 11, 2024

Home sweet Home

Before I start playing music, I like to play the song Home Sweet Home on the keyboard.  It is the only song that I can fully play from start to finish on the keyboard, but it reminds me of where I come from.  A Piano salesman grandfather who founded the Harold Wartman Trio and wrote the theme song to the Moncton Hawks.  It also reminds me of my own limited musical upbringing, the dreaded two years of piano lessons with Gerry Robins.  She was fantastic.  I use the word dreaded, because I dreaded having to explain to her each week why I didn't practice.  

Playing the song makes me feel confident enough to sing and play unabashedly.   The song itself is so reflective of me as well.  So many great lines that seem to speak directly to me:
  • You know  I'm a dreamer
  • My life's like an open book for the whole damn world to read
  • Sometimes nothing keeps me together at the seams.
  • One more night, and I'm coming off this long and winding road.
  • Just when things went right doesn't mean they're always wrong
  • Take this song, and you'll never feel left all alone.
Home sweet home.  If I could bottle that sentiment.  My own home on Osborne Street is gone.  What I wouldn't give to take another tour of that place.  Home sweet home, indeed.

Saturday, April 6, 2024

What a difference 14 years makes

 


In 2010, Cheryl and I stayed at the Grand Palladium Resort.  In 2024, we returned to stay at the higher end Lady Hamilton side of the same resort.  These pictures were taken in the same place.  The entry way to the building we stayed in 2010.

The last 14 years have been a mix of highs and lows, and we have only recently started getting back to some highs again, and this trip was definitely a reminder of how far we have come.  

In the picture on the left, we are 36.  Our trips were generally an escape to remember that we are not just mom and dad and worker bees in the workforce.  We are Tim & Cheryl, two young kids fighting against all odds to prove ourselves.  These trips were our reminder to live life and enjoy the world around us.  

The picture on the right is a little different.  Sure, we are older, with more wrinkles, and more grey hairs, but the thing you can't see in the picture is that we are no longer escaping from anything.  We are already there and these trips are now adventures to push ourselves and to experience the world.  Not because we need to, but because we want to.  It is not so much a getaway, as an adventure with the person who understands you and supports you most in this world.  A shared experience between two long-time soulmates that no one else will fully comprehend.

Monday, March 25, 2024

Old Friend


 

Sometimes I need to get out of my own head and remember where I come from, what I have been through, and where I currently am.  No one reminds me of this better than Jason.  

We met in Amherst on the weekend for one of our regular Tim/Jason getaways.  Formerly guys weekends, but as we age, it is more about just the two of us than all of the other guys that used to be involved.  It makes sense.  We started the tradition just the two of us in high school going camping, and then it evolved into guys weekends which were fantastic in their time.  As we got older though, and post-covid, no one really took the initiative to keep the tradition going.  But for Jason and I it was more than just a guys weekend.  It is a reminder for each of us to hold each other accountable and checking in to see if things are ok.  

For a long time things have not been ok for Jason, but this weekend was a turning point.  A throwback o who we used to be.  Just two silly 13 year old boys being goofy and trying to understand the world.  And as much as I felt that I needed to see for myself that Jason was doing ok, it turns out I needed this as much if not more than he did.

I have spent the last couple of years trying to prove to everyone that I am ok, and this was just a nice relaxing time to put all of my past shit behind me and move forward.  It was very cathartic.

When we get together it reminds me that not everyone has this luxury.  Life is short and you better damn well do what makes you  happy.  

Thanks for the great weekend and the flick to the forehead that I needed to live every minute of my life the way I want to.  

Friday, March 22, 2024

First try with the new blender


So, I have been neglectful in doing regular smoothies of late as our old smoothie blender has not been working well.  Cheryl found a fantastic new blender that she tells me works extremely well. 

It blended quite nicely until I forgot that it does not unscrew like our own blender, but, rather, you have to either drink it straight from the blender or pour it into a glass. 

Else, this happens.

I am sure the blender is fantastic, but my logic is that it only takes 3 minutes to set me up for the day.  After 15 minutes of cleaning, I did not have that 3 minutes left in me.  I finished a bag of chips as if I had earned them.

Thursday, March 7, 2024

Jamaica Highlights

This is my favourite picture.  If a picture speaks a thousand words, then this one speaks a million. 

This picture exudes contentment.  Content with the life we have lived.  Content with the mistakes we have made.  But most of all content with how far we have both come in a crazy world that was stacked against us.  

I can hear the waves in this picture, so loud for the first two days that I thought we were in a storm.  The wind howled so loud at night those first couple of days, until I realized that the other side of the beach was peaceful and calm.  

I can smell the ocean just outside our room,   I can smell the green aloe cream slathered daily as a reminder of our fragility.  I can smell the jerk chicken cooking, wafting everywhere by 11:30am so that, even if you are not hungry, you instinctively crave chicken.

I can taste both the rum and the citrus in the rum punch.  I remember how much a few simple sips of alcohol open Cheryl and I up to sharing and bring back such strong happy memories of our past trips.

I can feel the outdoor shower pouring over my body as I stare up into the open sky, and I can feel the touch of Cheryl's skin on mine as we lie in our lavish bed staring out at this exact view.  I can  feel the warm jets of our 4 person hot tub as it cools my burns as I stare out into the blue sky and wonder what I did to deserve this.

But most of all I see.  both literally and figuratively.  With my eye surgery, I see things so much clearer.  But, on a deeper level, I SEE things so much clearer.  The colors and images of this trip seem sharper to me than ever before.  

For me this trip represents a full loop around the cycle from where we started.  I spent my 50th year examining my past and trying to make sense of it while also trying to not get stagnated in the past.  I am hoping that moving forward I can make sense of the past to help me shape my future.  But at the same time I realize that my past will not necessarily directly dictate my future.

Some of the many realizations I made this trip:

  • Cheryl and I are way ahead of most people our age.  We have built a life of love and mutual respect in an age where people have no attention span and are easily distracted by technology.
  • Although we are so different, that is what makes Cheryl and I so special.  Mutual respect and an intrinsic awareness that the other person has things to offer that we can't see on our own.  And a willingness to compromise. 
  • All of our trips with friends and family have allowed us the opportunity to become great travellers.  Packing minimally, understanding the rules, knowing when you can bypass the rules, and generally travelling well.
  • Every time we travel, bar none, I come home with a solid appreciation of PEI, Canada and the life that we live.  Regardless how I complain here about small things,  there is no place in the world that I would rather live in tumultuous times than PEI.  



 

Saturday, March 2, 2024

30 years and counting


Nobody would have bet on us in 1994.  Hell, we probably would not have bet on us.  Such is life.  The older I get, the more special I realize we are.  Overcoming some incredible odds, crazy turmoil over the years and barely enough money to scrape by for much of the last 30 years, we defied the odds.  The longshot bet paid off for both of us.  

When I was 19 and found out we were pregnant, my mantra used to be "It doesn't matter what the odds are against you, when you are on the small end of those odds, you just have to keep plugging away".

Now I see what 30 years of plugging away gets you.  It gets you a solid relationship built on trust, commitment and the realization that although we approach things from drastically different ways, we always try to meet in the middle, which has been our saving grace.  By learning to compromise early in our relationship, it built into a consistent acceptance that compromise would be a normal part of our life, but in doing so allows us to see a greater spectrum of options from which to choose.

Our strength lies in our different perspectives, and our willingness and ability to let down our guards and be vulnerable enough to compromise.  

  • When you marry your best friend, it is a party every fucking night 
  • I hope you don't think we're normal
  • You're a slob, but I think I can live with you
  • I love you truly, madly, deeply
  • She who carried my unborn children in her womb
  • My brown-eyed girl
  • Cheryl is Cheryling

Saturday, February 17, 2024

Growing up fast

I printed this for my office, but thought it was important enough to share.  Cheryl and I do not fully comprehend how far ahead of the curve we were from 1992-1995 given the complexity of the changes in our life.  I love you and our life so much in ways I probably do not even comprehend myself.  I just know that I need you and have never felt so complete and seen in my life.

This is from an article I read this week online:


People who had to grow up too fast often display these 9 distinctive behaviors as adults

Growing up — it’s something we all go through, but for some, it happens far too quickly. Being thrust into adult situations and responsibilities at a young age can have a profound impact on one’s development and behavior. I know this firsthand, and if you’re here, you likely do too. People who’ve had to grow up too fast often carry certain distinctive patterns and behavior into adulthood.  But how can you identify these behaviors? Well, that’s what we’re going to explore in this article. We’re going to delve into the unique behaviors often displayed by adults who had no choice but to grow up too fast. There’s a lot to unpack here, so let’s start unraveling.

 

1) You’re no stranger to responsibility

Let’s talk about responsibilities. For those who’ve had to grow up prematurely, responsibilities came early and didn’t let go. These individuals often find themselves naturally taking charge in adult life, simply because they’ve been doing it for as long as they can remember. This isn’t about being a control freak or power hungry. It’s about an ingrained sense of duty and a deep understanding of the consequences of actions. They’re often the ones who keep their calm when things go south. They’ve faced adversity and have developed the resilience to deal with it. They’re the ones who’ll step up to the plate when no one else will, and they won’t shy away from difficult tasks or decisions.

2) You have an old soul

An old soul refers to someone who seems wise beyond their years, someone with a depth of understanding or an unusual sense of maturity. Now, here’s the thing…

Those who had to grow up too fast often fit this description. They’ve seen more, done more, and experienced more than their peers. They’re often the ones who are comfortable in their own company, preferring deep conversations over small talk. They have a sense of calm and wisdom about them that sets them apart. Their early experiences forced them to see the world through a more mature lens, which often translates into them being perceived as an ‘old soul’.

3) Yet, you sometimes feel like an imposter

While those who grew up too fast often display an uncanny maturity, there’s an interesting paradox that emerges. Imposter Syndrome. Even though they might be highly competent and often outperform their peers, these individuals can sometimes grapple with feelings of inadequacy o not being “good enough. They may doubt their accomplishments and have a persistent, internalized fear of being exposed as a fraud. Why does this happen? Well, when children are thrust into adult roles prematurely, they might develop the belief that they must always exceed expectations to be worthy. This can lead to a constant pressure to perform and an inability to internalize success. So, despite outward appearances of competence and confidence, internally, they might feel like they’re just pretending to be an adult. 

4) Do you often feel emotionally exhausted?

Emotional exhaustion is more than just feeling tired. It’s a state of feeling emotionally worn-out and drained as a result of accumulated stress from your personal or work lives. People who were forced to grow up too fast often carry a higher emotional load than others. They might have been the ones managing family crises, taking care of siblings, or dealing with complex situations way beyond their years. As adults, they might still be the “go-to” person in their family or friend circle for any crisis, adding to their emotional burden. This constant state of being on high alert can lead to emotional exhaustion over time.

5) Your independence is non-negotiable

Here are a few signs that your independence is a direct result of having to grow up too quickly:

  • You prefer doing things on your own, even if help is available; You feel uncomfortable relying on others; You value your autonomy and guard it fiercely; You’re highly self-reliant and self-motivated.
  • These traits are not just about being independent. They’re about survival, resilience, and self-preservation. They’re the marks of someone who’s had to fend for themselves from an early age.

6) We struggle to let go

Let’s face it.  Letting go can be a real struggle. I know it was for me. Whether it’s a relationship, a job, or a personal belief that no longer serves us, we tend to hold on tighter than most. Why? Well, when you’ve had to shoulder adult responsibilities early on, you learn to value stability and predictability. Change can be unsettling, even if it’s for the better. We might fear that letting go will lead to chaos or loss – feelings we’re all too familiar with from our younger years. So if you find it hard to let go, even when your logical mind tells you it’s the right thing to do, you’re not alone. 

7) You’re always prepared for the worst

Imagine this: You’re planning a road trip with friends. While they’re excited about the fun and adventure, you’re the one checking vehicle safety, planning alternate routes, and even packing a first-aid kit. Sound familiar? People who had to grow up too fast often develop a knack for anticipating problems. They’re always prepared for the worst-case scenario. Why?Well, life’s taught them that things can go wrong unexpectedly. As children, they might not have had the luxury to be carefree and unprepared. Now, as adults, they carry this sense of vigilance with them. It’s not that they’re pessimistic; they’re just realistic.

8) Your boundaries are often blurred

I remember when I was a kid, I often found myself playing the role of a parent or counselor to my friends. I was always there to lend an ear, offer advice, or even handle their problems. At the time, it felt like I was just being a good friend. But as an adult, I realized that this habit had led to blurred boundaries in my relationships. You see, when you’re forced into adult roles prematurely, you might end up overextending yourself for others.. You might struggle to say no, even at the cost of your own well-being. This lack of boundary awareness isn’t about being selfless or generous. It’s a coping strategy from childhood that can carry over into adulthood.

9) The most important one: You’re resilient

Life threw you into the deep end at an early age, and you learned to swim rather than sink. You faced challenges that many your age didn’t have to, and you came out stronger.

This resilience is not just about survival. It’s about thriving in the face of adversity thriving in the face of adversity.  It is about turning your trials into triumphs. Let me be clear: this doesn’t make the struggles you had to go through any less challenging or unfair. But it does speak volumes about your strength and tenacity.

 

Are these traits holding you back or propelling you forward?

As we’ve explored, growing up too fast can lead to some distinctive behaviors in adulthood. Some of these behaviors might serve you well, while others might hold you back.

  • are your coping mechanisms helping or hindering you?
  • Is your resilience turning into stubbornness?
  • Are your boundaries healthy or too rigid?
  • Growing up too fast is not a choice many of us had. But as adults, we do have a choice in how we let these early experiences shape us.
  • The key is to recognize these behaviors, understand their roots, and then make conscious decisions about how we want to live our lives moving forwar
  • Remember, it’s not about erasing our past, but about learning from it and using it to become the best versions of ourselves.
  • May your journey be one of resilience, growth, and self-discovery.
  • In a world brimming with choices and distractions, many of us grapple with the vital question: “What truly matters to me in life?”
  • Navigating life’s complexities often leaves little room for self-reflection, making it challenging to identify and embrace our core values.

Tuesday, February 6, 2024

Fantastic Five

[Insert pic here of the fantastic 5] 

At 50 years old, when my dad is 75 and my kids are roughly 25ish, it seems like an interesting teeter-totter moment.  There are thousands of people who have made a difference in my life. Most are still here, but for those that are not, here are the people that are resonating most strongly with me at this point in my life.  

  • Mom - "How Can you be so Stupid".  The assertive non-apologetic voice of my Mom.  I would love to hear echoes of her right now as I navigate dealing with my dad and my daughter, two generations I do not understand.
  • Winston - As you knew at 20, the bad was good and the good was grand.  At 50, I am still learning lessons from you, my friend.  How am I still here at 51 when you are not?
  • Dale - Your large frame, bright red hair, and strange southern drawl intrigued me for as long as I can remember.  It did not hurt that you sent us great presents as kids.  Wrapped in comics and sealed with a bright silver dollar.  Your approval was so important to me as I explained to you each year what my "plans" were.  Never realizing that plans most often go out the window.
  • Nanny - My Flower.  My wink and a nod.  I was your favourite in at time when you were still allowed to have favourites.  You were a voice of reason and a pillar of strength.  I loved so much visiting you in your own home and remembering the great times there.
  • Andrew - "Actually..."  I was going to finish the sentence, but I realized all I needed was to hear Andrew's voice saying "Actually".  He said it so much - The product of two academics striving and proving daily.  



4 Mismatched Bowls


A seemingly innocuous picture of 4 bowls, but it is what the bowls represent that is important in this picture.  When Cheryl and I got married in 1994 we received among our many wedding gifts, numerous pyrex bowl sets.  You know the ones, the set of 3 small, medium and large bowls.  I think at one count we had 8 sets of them.  Audrey and Vernon graciously kept several sets in their attic, but slowly released them to us over the years.  On February 19th, it will be 30 years that we have been married and these are the last remaining bowls from all of the received sets.  

Not one bowl matches, there are 3 large bowls, one medium bowl, no remaining small bowls and I have no earthly idea where the remaining 20 bowls went over the years.  Such is life, my friends.  we are handed a lot of tools over our lifetime.  Over the years, they dwindle, disappear, lose their luster and sometimes even their relevance, so we must support them with other tools.  

Sometimes the things we hold on to are important, and other times they are just old outdated mismatched bowls.

Thursday, February 1, 2024

Tim Talk Prequel

I have been thinking about adding video and music to my blog in an effort to better capture my emotions, vibe and feelings.  Also to stop being so performative and perfectionistic in front of the camera.  My inner actor/perfectionist comes out once the camera starts rolling.  This is a first attempt. 

Tim Talk Prequel

Blindsided on a Tuesday (Friday) by Andi The Ultimate


 

Tonight I took a stab at re-vamping my Youtube channel to try to start recording short video clips to include here.  What I found was that I had only a few subscribers including "Andi the Ultimate".  

Cheryl and I joke all the time about the things that "blindside you on a Tuesday", the idea being you plan for things you expect to go wrong or right, but it always seems to be things that you don't plan for that are either the best of the best or the worst of the worst.  This one hit me like that. 

  • I never knew Andrew followed my Youtube Channel
  • I love that, even today, over 4 years after his death, these videos represent some of the last things he was focusing on.  Specifically:  Healthy Brain, The circle of Mental health, and sick brain.  
  • I know that he specifically attended this event and filmed the it so that others could watch it.  He was very involved with this group and mental health.  He even bought water bottles with his own money and packed them in a cooler with ice to bring to the event so people would have drinks. 
  • I love the profile picture  he has shows the words "May the bridges I burn light the way".  A message I hope means he was working on his issues and was heading in a positive direction. 
  • On a personal note, I know that Andrew felt the need to redefine himself as Andi which I respect, but the fact that he did not stray too far from where we started is a comfort.


Aquarius

February has always been a great month for me.  And so far it has need been soured by any of the negative dates and months that hang over my head at this point in my life. 

Growing up having a birthday in February was a blessing and a curse.  It was always cold and weather-dependent, but at the same time you were still in school and everyone treated you special on that day.  So from a young age, I have always loved that month.  Then it rolls into Valentine's day, which, although not a big holiday for us, is still a romantic excuse to do fun stuff.  Add to that that we got married in February because it was our reading week during university.  

That makes February the trifecta for me: Birthday, Valentine's Day, Anniversary.  With the advent of Facebook, this month became a constant barrage of well-wishers reminding me that they were happy I was still alive at such an advanced age, that Cheryl and I could still be romantic, and that Cheryl had still stuck with me through another year.  I used to enjoy this attention in my younger years as validation of the path we were on, but now I find most of it rings empty and false and I have limited my interaction with social media and anyone who reaches out to me through that venue.  But I digress.

February continued to be a strong month for me once Cheryl planned our first trip south in 2003.  Bitten by the travel bug, February was a natural fit for a travel month and we could pool our resources and commit my birthday budget with our valentines day and anniversary budget which would cover some of the cost of the extravagance.  This turned out to be an investment into us which is still paying dividends today.  

So many of our memories from 30-45 took place in February.  So many trips down to Mexico, Dominican, Cuba, Jamaica, Barbados. Building memories and doing crazy things with our friends in a foreign country where we were anonymous.  Re-connecting to who Cheryl and I are as a couple.  Understanding the diversity of cultures and nationalities and developing an appreciation for how good Canada and PEI really is.  Reminding ourselves that we love our kids and we are always Mom and Dad, but we also need to forget our own authentic selves and where we come from and what brought us together. No one understands our full journey, but Cheryl and I.  But I digress.

Over the last few years a lot of seasons, dates, and even months have been soured by the reality of the world around me.  For whatever reason, February has remained intact.  I have no illusions it will always be this way, but in these dying moments, as February first slides gently into the second, I want to enjoy this month.  

I am looking forward to celebrating my 51st birthday on Tuesday with my family, and Cheryl and I will continue our tradition of bypassing the commercial valentines day holiday in favour of our own traditions and will head to Jamaica for our 30th anniversary.  I have no idea what February will mean to me in the future, but for now it remains a nice safe stretch in a world that sometimes seems a bit like a monopoly board where you have to roll carefully to avoid all of the pitfalls.    

Tuesday, January 30, 2024

10 years without mom

10 years today mom died.  I remember getting the call that we should go back to the hospital after just landing home in Cornwall.  I remember being upset the whole drive there just assuming that mom would bounce back as she had so many times before.  When we landed at the hospital it was obvious we were too late.  She had passed.  They gave Cheryl and I the courtesy of a final moment with her, but she had been gone for a bit.  

The nurses rushed us into a sort of training room area with computers.  This was our place of comfort alone.  It felt so surreal and out of place.  I remember jokingly saying "I called you all here for a reason" as if I was chairing a meeting.  It broke the ice and we continued with our shock and the beginning of this 10 year process of moving onward without my mom.  

When Dad was ready to move on and sell 774 Osborne Street I was still not a place to really process things and I think I really missed out not going through all the stuff from the basement.   I was given every opportunity to sort through some of my past, but instead it was picked over by strangers and much was stored until it could be either distributed or discarded.  

Now that I am ready to process things, mom is gone, and so is much of the history that made me who I am up to the age of 18.  I now take comfort in all of the little nuggets of writings, pictures and memories that I have, because that is all I have.

I have written more extensively about mom in other writings in an effort to help figure out who she was and by proxy maybe understand myself a bit better.  I see a lot of similarities between mom and I with how we viewed the world, but I am learning to be gentler than she was.  I also have the support of Cheryl which is invaluable.

I miss mom in so many ways, but most of all I wish we were able to break through some of the barriers that she still had up right until the end.

Friday, January 19, 2024

"Sponges live in the ocean. That kills me. Imagine how much deeper it would be if they didn't" ~ Steven Wright

 I grew up listening to Steven Wright, the comedian.  To me, he was like George Carlin's kid brother.  Not as mature and developed, but quirky and insightful in his own right.  I still remember so many of his jokes which are still timeless today.  Jokes that evoke a curiosity and unique perspective on the world rather than a self-deprecating, self-indulgent, or judgmental look at the world. 

Without googling anything, these are a few that I remember.  There are literally hundreds. 

  • It is a good thing there is gravity, otherwise when birds died, they would just stay up there. 
  • I live at the end of a one-way dead end street.  I don't know how I go here. 
  • I got a dog and walked him all at once.  I said, "there, now you're done"
  • I want to get a tattoo of myself on my body, only taller.
To have that kind of staying power as a comedian, especially during the cancel culture of today's generation, speaks tremendously of his talent and relevance.  

Winston and I used to listen to old mixed tapes of comedy albums and just for laughs episodes and Stephen Wright was a staple for us.  He misunderstood the world and it misunderstood him in much the same way as it treated us.  We could relate.  Why was it that the things you learn in school don't really translate the way you think they will outside of the training we received?

Between Stephen Wright and George Carlin, I learned that words and language are so important.  I see this particularly as I get older. It sounds like an old man yelling at the clouds, but I understood language better than most of my peers who, in turn, understand language much better than today's youth.  That puts me in a unique and enviable position.  As the world toward AI for easy solutions, the person who can think independently and can verify authenticity will be come highly sought after as these skills are not being taught or learned organically by a generation that is more readily accepting of the content that that bombards them incessantly.  /End old man rant.

Thursday, January 11, 2024

New Year Same Fantastic You

2023 was a very prolific year for writing in my blog.  I hope that continues, although I am now splitting my writing between various formats.  I realize that while trying to write here personally, I am acutely aware that others do read my blog, and I hope others will read in the future, so that limits me a bit in this forum.  I have been journaling quite regularly outside of this blog and writing various stories, poems, songs, ideas, thoughts etc.  I am now in the process of trying to organize them into themes and ideas so that I can untangle my writing thoughts.  

I am getting better at being less self-conscious as I write and am choosing my words more discriminately which I hope will me on my path of clarification and understanding as I seek to improve my writing.

While I still struggle with my priorities of work, creativity and fun, I am finding a better balance of late as I understand that my work term will draw to a close in the coming years.  I am trying to open myself up to creative outlets such as writing and reading again to remember how creative and open I used to be to the world around me.  

Musically, I am finding my groove as well.  I spent a lot of years not fully understanding music and just glossing over the same stuff I already knew.  Partly this was because I did not have the time to commit to it and partly, I just didn't know how important it would be to me later in life.

It is so great that I can delve back into it with a new gusto and am playing just for me now instead of others.  Even when I play and sing badly, I can play into the discomfort of knowing that I realize it sounded bad which is better than not realizing it.

While I used to regret being a generalist and not being able to settle into a specific hobby or career or idea, now as I get older, this quirk has given me multiple options to bounce around to if I become stagnant.  Of particular value to me are Biking, Going to the Gym, Reading, Writing, Playing Guitar, walking on the beach, talking with Cheryl.

I could go on about the amazing state of my life right now, but I will save some of that for my other writing, but know that I am as happy today as I have ever been in my life and am looking forward to this next chapter.

Let's Carpe this Diem!



Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Who da man? You da man!

I spent the first 17 years of my life trying to please my parents, my teachers and my religion while trying to reign in my inquisitive inquiring nature and the desperate feeling that I felt out of place, needed to learn to be more like others and essentially toe the line in order to succeed.  My quirks and mannerisms made me stand out, but I deflected this with my sense of humour, ability to articulate and good practical logic of how to navigate the world.  Not unlike John Wilson in the TV series we are currently watching, albeit much more social and aware.  I just seemed to find my stride by graduation when I had the lead in the high school musical, was rewarded for all of my hard work, was patted on the back and then we were all shuffled off to continue our journeys elsewhere. 774 Osborne Street was my home growing up.  I think there might be something to not having that home in my life anymore that makes me value our home on Candlelight Park so much.

I spent the summer of my 18th year trying to figure out who I was going to be.  It sounds strange now, but amid all of the chaos of graduation, accepting a full time scholarship to UPEI, working full time hours to save money for my first year of university, yet somehow Winston and I managed to squeeze in a 2 week triple threat course in Charlottetown that proved to be enlightening.  I hope to dwell more on that in another post, but it was a strange 2 week reprieve from the real world.

I was so excited to be at UPEI.  I had dreamed of this for a long time.  I loved my family, but Summerside had gotten small for me and I couldn't wait to get to the big city of Charlottetown and away from the gossipy minds of a small town.  It was everything I had hoped and more.  Marion Hall was as close to the legendary "animal house" style of college dorms stories I had heard of.  I hope to dwell more on this chunk later as well, as I believe we were one of the last vestiges of that college experience before times started changing.  So many UPEI stories, so little time.  The stories and the friends that I made are still around today.  But I digress.

September to December 1991 was a non-stop party which I continued by moving in with Greg, Rod & Wayne.  That's when I met Cheryl which was a game changer. Who knows what where we both would have been if we had not met in January of 1992, but that set the course for the rest of our lives.

1992-1995 was a chaotic 4 year period where Cheryl and I proved to everyone, especially ourselves, how strong and tough and legit we were. I found out that I lost my full tuition scholarship (by 0.2% which is still a sore point for me) on the same day that we found out that we were pregnant.  Shit got real.  

We owned it.  I would not have bet on us, but we did it.  Day by day.  Course by Course.  Diaper by Diaper, we trudged on and supported each other.  I remember distinctly handing Andrew off to Cheryl as she exited her 8:30-9:20 class and I prepared to enter my 9:30-10:20 class.  And when I say "handed off" I literally mean passing of an infant child from parent to parent in a sea of students while trying to communicate vital information about Andrew, while at the same time trying to remember when the study group meets and when the exam is taking place.

In 1995 we bought our house on Corrigan Court.  It was a game changer.  Not paying rent, but paying into something that we hoped to eventually own allowed us to relax just a slight bit about the uncertainty of the future.  It afforded us some semblance of stability as our family grew.  I hope to dwell more on this later, but Corrigan Court was an amazing time for us.  As usual, we were the first of our friends to do everything, including being homeowners.  Parties, therefore, gravitated to our house  as we did not have landlords.  And we also had kids and could not go out to party as much, so this worked out fantastic.  My memories here are of a great started home that had TONS of problems.  But what this initial investment did was allow us to sell for a great profit and buy our house on Candlelight Park in 2003.

Roughly around 2003 things started to click for us, whether through sheer stubbornness (resilience) or actual learning and pattern recognition as well as realizations of the skills we actually possessed.  Regardless, we started to level up a bit.  My provincial job qualified me for a federal job which greatly increased my salary and earning potential.  I did not fully realize this at the time. 

In an effort to wrap this post up, 2003-2023 was a long and complicated journey that will need numerous posts, and probably several therapists and possible a blowtorch to decipher :) e in my life anymore that makes me appreciate my current home so much more.  

The final comment comes full circle to the picture at the top of the page.  I did not forget.  I spent the first 18 years of my life trying to please my parents, my teachers, and adhering to a religion that made no sense to me.  I spent the next 4 years trying to please professors, in-laws, extended family and anyone who would listen.  The next 7 years were spent raising a family of 5 on a meagre income in a small outdated duplex rapidly becoming unsuitable for a growing family. The next 20 years have been a blur, but I have still been focused on so many exterior things and have put so many things on hold along the way to appease others and "do the thing" and "be the man" and "be responsible".  

So, after this long rambling narrative, I both realize and remember, that the goofy man in the red glasses, red bow tie, red cummerbund and blue suspenders is, was, and always shall be the man I need to  please.  And, at age 50, if I am happy to report that he is feeling fucking fantastic!

Embrace the inevitable adversity

This is a quote that I read a while back from Peter Rukavina and I love the the simplicity and succinctness of the four words.  Adversity is...