The whole idea of this memo is based on my yoga epiphany: there’s nothing so important that it can’t wait.
Stefan has been obsessed with the idea of moving into a place where we can keep a pet. Last Tuesday night at a dessert shop, so abruptly, he said to me: “My friends have this cute guinea pig.”
“But they are gonna give it back to the nature.”
‘Uh huh.. Wait, they what?”
“They are moving away, so they are thinking about giving it up.”
I got the hint. “Okay, are you thinking about a legal adoption? Bah-ha-ha.”
“How cute is it tho?”
He showed me some pictures. Fluffy, whole-wheat brown, seems like it eats a lot.
I wasn’t really in the mood of having a “cochon”. “I don’t think I’d be able to take care of a living thing other than myself,” Earnestly I said, “I can’r even take good care of myself to be honest. And I’ll be moving around, a dependent would be so much more paperwork.”
We started talking about people we know that had a cat or a dog, so many of them had to give their puppies away because their busy schedule, or rather, irresponsibility.
I thought that was an end to the pet talk, until yesterday. We were chilling on Main St., and I was writing about my volunteer experience at Dragon Cafe. Out of nowhere, he asked me “A-Ni-Ta, do you wanna have a cat in our apartment?”
What do I do now? “Bah-ha-ha-ha”?
Main Street has been my new favourite part of Vancouver. Fox Cabaret’s here, Burgoo’s here, JJ Bean & Aperture are here, Earnest ice cream, Kafka’s… Just to name a few. I wonder why I didn’t think of moving to that area. I used to associate people with the neighbourhood they live in. Yaletown, Gastown, Kitslano, Kerrisdale. Every neighbourhood has its identity, and when people talk about their neighbourhood, they embrace it. I’ve spent my life moving from one to another, listening to all the talks about realty investment and making profits by buying and selling; this led to my blindness of the area I’m in, as I didn’t think it would matter much.
However, I started working at a community-based Curves, in West Point Grey. It began to make sense that people would root in their local community and proud to be part of it. As soon as I moved to London, I started searching for a good lifestyle in the neighbourhood. Victoria-Pimlico is beyond swell. It’s quiet, cozy, and clean. In the day time, it’s commercial district with high traffic into those tall buildings; at night, it’s local pubs and restaurants for socializing and chilling. It’s walking distance to Buckingham Palace and Big Ben/Westminster, with a lot of parks and little blocks around. You can find cheap bites and high-end fancy dinning rooms for monsters in suit & tie; I definitely found my people in our hall.
After I moved back home, I quickly found a place in Kerrisdale. This house is more like a halfway house, for internationals and people trying to settle in or leaving away soon. Halfway house – oh sorry, I mean Angus House – has about eight people, all from different places, speaking different languages. I was super stoked to be part of it, then I got into a period of depression because there are too many people living under the same roof. Not long till I found a balance in between, I adapted to the environment just okay. Now that I’m more serious about moving in with one of my closest friends (and one of his), I more appreciate how much this transition period has benefited me. I’ve danced sexy street with one of my housemates, talked about life and ballet with another, witnessed two housemates getting together and learnt more about Spanish & Hispanic cultures from them, partied with a bunch of grads. Most importantly, I’m getting better at beer pong, more mindful about boundaries, and more clear on what lifestyle I’d love to lead (or try out) this season.
And the lifestyle might be easier to actualize if I live on Main St.; Marpole would be a good area, too. I didn’t think much about the one-year contract that’s standing between me and somewhere else.
Oh well, what can I do about this?
This is the last week of class; everything on campus feels so familiar yet strange. I’ve been here for three years and a little more time, and there still are building I’ve walked into and events I’ve never taken part in. On the last session of Counselling Interview Skills, we had an info session for counselling psychology graduate studies. But before that got started, everyone in the room would need to share what school or programs they are gonna apply. Almost everyone was so clear on what they want and where they go.
When It was my turn, I opened up my mouth:”I’m not sure yet, and I don’t plan to apply for the next four years.”
Four years. People can organize a great Olympic with that much time. With that being said, every time I walked into video therapy room for counselling practice, I felt inadequate. I have so much more to experience and learn in real life. Or rather, I am in urgent need to get a life before even going into other people’s mind. The time for to soak,
This feeling is irritating, an there’s nothing much I can do about it. I’ve been and I might always possess that Type A personality, trying to rush through obstacles and getting things done and accomplishments marked.
It’s not too late to realize that there is always a timing for something to happen; and once I get a thing done, there’s always another one to complete afterwards. It’s dog chasing cars; it’s a carousel that never stops turning and you can’t get off. Toutefois, is there an alternate response to this? To slow down the process, and enjoy the moment that we are struggling at?
This is probably me practicing yoga too much these days. To my surprise and amazement, yoga is a great way to let body and soul meet at the same time. It was so hard to concentrate just on my body and the movement at first, as I would always mind-wandered to elsewhere. I’d rush in and out of the studio as fast as possible, like the hot box is only a pit stop. With time and practice, I got this idea (or, epiphany), more and more strongly: all those people and things that need my energy, they can wait.
Hence, an interesting practice in life. When in doubt, do nothing. If it’s meant to stay, then it will. If I need it or vice versa, I will act on it, or it can wait. In this way, I’m making more time for myself, and hopefully, foster more appreciation for what’s around me.
P.s., Urgency-Importance Index also works so well with every piece right now.
P.p.s., Can we please not get the cat yet? Lurves x!