Just got back from a leisurely walk in the Lac des fées area with Pingu. The rain and grey skies have retreated for the day and we finally have some warmth and sunshine to appreciate. The hour-long walk reflected my weekend; slow, calm and pleasant. I feel as though my mood has shifted into a fixed gear of contentment and relaxation ever since I started my new job on Thursday. The responsibilities of my new position are great - I still can't quite believe that my university studies are paying off, and that I will be designing and delivering a national information and publicity campaign for the organization I work for - but the breath of change has instilled an improved feeling of opportunity and positive challenge. And along with facing new things, I think it's the letting go of old responsabilities and a crazy schedule that allow me to feel this relief. For nearly two months I have been running around like a madwoman, trying to cope with a relationship break-up, school deadlines, overtime and training at my old workplace, moving into the Murray St. apartment, etc. Now it seems like I'm settled into a nice mix of change - getting to know new people, like Vincent, Marie-Camille and Véro's girls; the new job, new home, art outings - while having time to breathe, meditate, read, enjoy. It helps that my new employer has a pretty healthy attitude about work hours, time off and collaboration between staff. I'm also really happy that I'll be working on the project with another woman who was hired at the same time I was, which means that we are entering the situation from ground zero together. So far she seems like an ideal project partner. We both have strengths in different backgrounds and we have an open, honest and respectful way of talking to each other that should help to bring everything together quite nicely. We both have our own offices in a building in the business district, and our boss will work mostly from home, which should allow us to maintain a sense of space and independance throughout the collaborative work.
I saw a late show at the World Exchange Plaza with Manon last night, I think the movie was called Crash. It was a film about interwoven lives revolving around immigration and ethnic issues in the city of L.A., portrayed through a very Americanized, melting pot filter. The stories were a bit extreme and hard to relate to for a Canadian, but the acting and directing were good. I hadn't been to the cinema in quite a while, and oddly enough sitting in a movie theatre often makes me think of my past relationships. I sit there watching the lame "Did you Know" captions about Jennifer Lopez and Freddie Prinze Jr. while remembering the movies I watched with old boyfriends. It isn't an entirely unpleasant experience, but it brings me back to a strange past and to the pure wonder of "how did we get from there to nothing?" I look around at the couples snuggled together and it feels so far removed from my own reality. Still, last night I was accompanied by my best friend and, sometimes, that's much better than being in "date mode" on Saturday night. Anyway, it was nearly midnight when the credits rolled, and I succeeded in hailing a cab in the pouring rain despite a taxi strike to get back to my folks' place and take care of Pingu, since I was in charge of dog-sitting duties this weekend.
And here I am now, suddenly snapping out of my brain, out of the typing and aware of my surroundings. If I look behind me, I see the sun is still bright; if I look to my left, I can into my eyes in the mirror, which are soft at the moment. If I look to my right, I see a sound system with CD's that wait to be played. And if I look down at the mouse, I know I can click "Publish Post" to send these words to my blog, to end the writing for the day, to get my eyes away from the screen an onto the world.
*Click*
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