People are strange when you’re a stranger.

I didn’t think much of it when an older gentleman with an easy-wheel cart, full of art supplies and sketching materials, pulled up a chair next to me at the coffee shop I was in.

I was working on a couple of articles for my Monday deadline, was intent on staying focused and kept my headphones plugged in to avoid any outside distractions.  It was only Saturday,  but I wanted to send them off to my editors for review before Monday, so I was clearly On A Mission.

My perspective changed slightly without my fully realizing it when he very nicely asked if he could leave his cart behind us and told me he’d move it if need be. When I smiled and said it wasn’t a problem, he said “thank you, my friend,” and I was blown away by how sincere he sounded.

I carried on with my work, but I kept what he said in the back of my mind.


We don’t call strangers that very often.

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On ‘being better’

I joined twitter in June of 2008, so almost seven years ago now, and I had no expectations when I first signed up.  I didn’t know what to tweet, what the point of it was, or how to find people to interact with, so I left it largely untouched for a number of months, until some time in early 2009 when I came back to it and started tweeting about hockey.   It’s been almost 7 years since I’ve been using this platform, I’ve interacted with all sorts of hockey fans from all over, have made some good friends, and have certain people in my life I would not know if it weren’t for twitter.  Over the years, there’s been a lot of things I’ve really enjoyed about twitter, but the last few months have been incredibly trying, and the bad parts have been doing its best to tarnish the good.

While that doesn’t necessarily mean the bad outweighs the good (because, again, there are certain people that twitter has led me to), seeing how destructive the hockey community has become has had me question a lot of things about ‘being better.’ Continue reading “On ‘being better’”

take courage when the road is long.

It was the middle of a work afternoon last March when I found out about Luongo being traded back to Florida; I checked twitter, saw confirmation, saw the infamous @strombone1 palm tree tweet, and then my phone blew up with a variety of text messages from all over, from anyone and everyone.  It Finally Happened.

I can’t remember everyone’s exact reactions — shock, mostly — because trading Luongo over the course of  a couple of seasons had proven to be difficult and then all of a sudden he was gone,  just like that.  Good on ya, Torts.  Way to be. I had gotten past the idea of being upset about Luongo not being on my team. All I wanted was for him to be happy somewhere else because clearly that wasn’t the case here, not anymore. Continue reading “take courage when the road is long.”

everybody put your best suit or dress on.

A year ago, when I was 29 and just shy of my 30th birthday, I didn’t expect that I’d start the new year off almost virtually rock bottom.  After roughly two weeks off from work over the holidays, I went back to work at a job that had heightened my anxiety over the course of the year, but I went back with a positive outlook to turn things around and convince myself that it would be okay.  That lasted until I was fired just three days after coming back from holidays, and thus catapulted Jocelyn’s Sinking Ship.

I spent a month unemployed, my first time ever as an adult, which was also my first time being fired from a job in the field I was working in; I was mortified of the possibility of still being unemployed by the time my 30th birthday rolled around in late February, but I accepted the first job I was offered and started exactly two weeks before the big Three-Oh. I honestly don’t know what I was more relieved about, though: the fact that I’d gotten a job,  or that I’d gotten it before I turned 30.

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The red fire truck.

I was watching TV one night recently and, as the holidays are nearing,  commercials are littered with gift ideas and other holiday themes. For some reason, the channel I was watching threw a commercial for Barbies into the mix (no, I wasn’t watching a kid’s channel), and it dawned on me that I hadn’t seen commercials for children’s toys in a very long time.  Not having kids will do that, I guess.

Anyway, it dawned on me that, as a girl, while I didn’t dislike girl toys, like barbies — I had my fair share of them, believe-you me– or the Easy Bake Oven — I think I actually had two of those, but I got much more excited over toy cars (Hot Wheels), LEGO, G.I. Joes, He-Man toys, almost more than anything.

Which brings me to the red fire truck — my most prized-possession as a child. Continue reading “The red fire truck.”

Years teach us patience.

I’m never going to finish school. I’ll be here ’till I’m 30.”

I wrote this in an online journal entry on March 11, 2005, which was almost ten years ago and, clearly, the idea of being at school until the age of 30 was the Worst Thing Ever to a then 21-year old me.

Well, 21-year-old Jocelyn, the joke is on you, my friend.

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Never be bullied into silence.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been made to feel insecure by other women, but recently it happened and it’s stupid and silly and I need to talk about it.

First, let me tell you something. I love the colour red: I have (unnatural) red hair. I wear red lipstick. I have a red purse. I have a red toque, numerous red scarves, assorted red clothing, red tights, red nail polish. It’s endless and it’s the one colour that I feel the most confident in. I don’t wear it, or red lipstick, to mask some sort of insecurity — it’s quite the opposite, really — I just feel like it brings out some level of confidence in me that I already had, it just needed something to show the way. The colour is ‘me’, and so many people I know associate me with it. I love that.

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