Bathing Meryl Streep

Arid

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Arid is not the word you would first associate with this picture-obviously because you see a man (a gorgeous man) pouring water on a Meryl Streep’s head. Nothing arid about that-at first glance.

For those of you not old enough to know what movie this is from (I was one when this movie was released ok) it is a classic that you need to watch. Right now. It is called ‘Out of Africa.’ A movie that was based on a true storyΒ  about a woman deciding she wants more out of her life, and moves to Africa to tend to a coffee plantation in southern Kenya. She wrote a book documenting her life there which later became this cinematic masterpiece.

Karen Blixen was part of high-society back in Denmark. She had a good life. She was very wealthy-yet she was unhappy. One day, she decided to abandon the comfortable life she knew, and threw herself into the scorching, sweltering African sun.

Her life changed overnight. Now faced with real-life dangers from both man and nature, and the constant uncertainty of living in the African plains, she had to toughen up quickly. She had to face a lion, and trust that she would be okay. And so she was.

My first instinct when I have to face the lions in my life is to run and hide. But it’s always fruitless because if you run, the lion will outrun you and eventually catch you. Sure you could hide up in a tree somewhere and not be noticed for awhile. But you’re still going to need to come down for water at some point. When you take a risk and face your fears, that is precisely when the cold life-giving water will gush out of all the deserts you dwell in.

She took a chance, and was rewarded with profound happiness that she had never experienced in her previous comfortable life. In the photo, we see a woman who is full of joy as she’s having water dumped on her head in a dirty African river. What you don’t see is the landscape around her is quite literally dangerous from all angles and intensified by the heat of the sun. This illustrates the type of joy that can only come from facing your fear, and knowing that you will always be okay-no matter what.

My dream (for real) is to recreate this photo with me in the same river in Kenya. Now I just need to find someone who loves me enough to dump water on my head.

Tiffany Zoe

Food & the ‘L’ Word

Lovingly

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My mom would NEVER do that-Why? Because she loves me. Also she could never fool me concerning BEEF.

Anyway-I did a video today on my channel that talks about sugar addiction and emotional eating and how one simple word can really have an impact. It wasn’t something I ever thought I had an issue with-but after closer inspection, I realized I do.

If you have never had emotional attachment to food, then you won’t really know what that’s like. So here are some classic examples that I have of some emotional eating scenarios and behaviors that follow:

  1. Boss wants you to stay late. An issue has suddenly come up with a crazy 2 day deadline and you have to stay late until it is finished. You come home, take off boots and stand at the counter shoveling saltines with grape jelly down your gullet as you panic about how to finish this project.
  2. Have an argument with a family member/spouse/friend. Drink Sprite until you are full of crisp clarity that the unresolved argument didn’t give you.

Obviously-food doesn’t fix an emotional problem. Does that stop us from trying ? No. Which is why we have to be careful of how we use our words when we talk about food. Specifically the word, ‘Love.’

I will be the first to tell you, I ‘LOVE’ a million types of foods. I am an armchair chef, and I am very passionate about cooking. I also show others that I love them THROUGH cooking. I want to nourish the heart as well as the body. So I get that. But we have to remember that food is just that-nourishment. It is not a friend. It is not a stress reliever. It is neither ‘kind’ or ‘loving.’ It just simply, ‘is.’ By replacing the word, ‘love’ with, ‘enjoy’ we are cutting that emotional tie.

When we emotionally eat, we are looking for comfort. We are looking for stress relief. We are looking for sweetness. All of these things can be provided by food-but only temporarily and not in the format we need.

So for this week-the goal is to replace ‘love’ with ‘enjoy.’ By doing this-we keep our relationship with our food professional. πŸ˜‰

Tiffany Zoe

You can listen to me ramble on about it in this video here. Hope this helps-and hope you have a great day!

 

Canadian Tire-Replacing Wiper Blades

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Ok-I get that these are supposed to be one word prompts to probably help people do creative writing etc. But for me, whatever comes to mind in my current daily life-I talk about. Today: Replacing Wiper Blades. It’s deep. It’s introspective. It was also kind of expensive. It’s also a part of my life that I unfortunately blunder through: cars.

Sometimes we go through life expecting other people to either know or do things for us, and we’re willing to pay them so we don’t have to learn. Whether that be your hair, nails, computer programming, oil changes, personal training-the list goes on. I tried to cut my hair once (‘how hard can it be?’ she said to herself) and it was a disaster. I looked like Lloyd Christmas from Dumb & Dumber. Does that mean we should give up learning and pay someone else to do it? Not for everything-definitely not for cars. Unless you’re Oprah rich.

Listen-I take full responsibility for my learned car helplessness. I don’t want to be a damsel in distress at the side of the road waiting for some dude to change my tire. I want to make the decision in 2017 to know some car stuff-and feel less dumb. So I guess I’ll start here-with wiper blades.

I had to buy wiper blades for the front and rear of a Mitsubishi Endeavor. My first thought was to go to Canadian Tire, but I kind of wish I would have done a price check first. They’ve made it really easy to get new wiper blades now-you basically type it in to this computer and it gives you all the options you need. I’ve replaced wiper blades before-so at least I can do that myself. Small victories first.

I want to make a regular series on my channel titled, ‘Women & Wheels’ where I learn about and talk about different car-related things. As a woman, I feel like cars are not typically a realm for us to be found in. However-in 2017 I am taking control of the information available to me, and I want to share what I learn, and make it easier for other folks like myself. Here is my video where I talk about my history with vehicles *shudder* and what kind of goals I’m trying to achieve.

Let’s learn together! Please stop by and say hi. πŸ™‚ And if you have any expertise with online resources I can use to learn more about mechanics, please let me know.

Tiffany Zoe

Make Your Own Dog!

Craft

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I think the daily prompts lately are rigged. Are you guys following me around and basing the prompts off my life? #unlikelyconspiracies

Waking up this morning to see that the daily prompt was, ‘craft’ was delightful. Finally…the time came where I could show the world how I made my own Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.

This photo is of my mother’s dog. His name is Finn. We all lovingly call him, ‘Finny Finn.’ My level of obsession with this breed has been now magnified by the fact I happily spent two hours making this little clay figurine.I also own a cavalier named Copper. I am going to create a little clay Copper next so I’ll post that on here when I’m done. I have mentioned him in my volunteer article, which talks about how to pick a volunteering activity that is best suited for you.

I have really started to get back into creating things with my hands which is something I haven’t done in years. I used to make a lot of these small type figurines and give them away to friends. The great thing about these mini clay sculptures is that it is an affordable, unique gift. I get the brand Sculpey oven-bake clay from Michael’s. They are $2.79 per brick and come in over 50 colours. I typically use 2-3 of them for a 5 inch sculpture. I just looked on Michael’s website and they’re having a 30% regular priced items which also helps.

Since we’re all crafty-I challenge you to create a Sculpey figurine. If you have dog lovers in your life, this is a great gift to make for someone to keep on their desk at work to remind them of their precious fur baby.

If you make or craft anything, please share :)-I love seeing what people make.

Tiffany Zoe

I post my January favorites where I feature my clay dog, and a DIY hand scrub that I made and some cool Canadian stuff-come say hi. πŸ™‚

 

All By Myself (Don’t Wanna Be…)

Solitude

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When I saw the prompt of the day-I immediately thought of ‘All By Myself’ by Celine Dion. Because I’m Canadian, I naturally know all the words. LITERALLY the first thing I did was passionately hit my chest and screeched my way to that top note in the line, ‘Don’t wanna be…all by myself…ANYMOOOOOOORE.’ I am glad that I was all by myself when I did that as I would have shattered ear drums as well as expectations.

Because the melody sounds quite dismal and sad, I think we often think that being alone is synonymous with unhappiness. If you don’t go out on Friday night to some trendy rooftop bar, and if you don’t post 100 photos posing with your pals on Instagram, then you aren’t living your ideal happy life. I’ll keep my $300 instead of spending it on overpriced drinks and cab fare, thanks.

There is definitely a stigma that is attached to being alone, and doing things alone. I am introverted and I have a time limit of how long I can be around other people, so I am actually relaxed and happy when I am alone. That’s not to say I don’t need social interaction with family and friends (I do) but not as much as someone else might. However, the idea that being alone is synonymous with being unhappy is absurd, and here’s why…

I remember telling a friend that I actually enjoy going to the movies alone, hiking alone, and going to dinner alone. She was shocked. She said she would never-because, ‘people would judge her.’ In that moment, I immediately felt sorry for her. I have done so many interesting things in my life-and if the stipulation was that I can only do them if someone else was present for fear of judgement, I wouldn’t have done ANY of them. How many things are you going to miss out on because you don’t want to do it alone? Nobody in this world has the power to create your happiness. You are the ONLY person who is capable of making you happy.

When there are no outside influences, and you’re not waiting around for anybody to think for you, make decisions for you, or judge you, you actually become more, ‘You.’ You become, ‘You-ier’ if you will. Your sense of self becomes more refined and defined as you cultivate passions and interests that make you happy. When you live your authentic ‘you-ier’ passionate self, people notice-and they are attracted to it. The irony in this is you will actually end up having more friends if you commit to some regular alone time.

So just this one time, Celine Dion is wrong-you should want to be by yourself sometimes. Regularly scheduled solitude is good for you.

Tiffany Zoe

I also have a YouTube channel where I rattle on about things on my mind. Come say hi and post a comment on my latest video! πŸ™‚

 

 

 

 

Scaling Mount Gainz

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“Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day-in and day-out.”-Unknown

That quote is what you will see when you press the home button on my phone. It reminds me of the movie, ‘What About Bob?’where Bob learns how to take ‘baby steps’ to the elevator…’baby steps” to the bus…and so on and so forth. Fun Fact: That’s one of my top favorite movies because of the array of Richard Dreyfuss freakouts and ‘Death Therapy.’ I feel like I am Bob sometimes. I digress…

When it comes to being successful I think we have our own fantasies of what that actually looks like. For some it’s having a cottage at the lake. Some like to shop for lavish handbags from France and Italy. Some want to be the CEO of a crazy successful tech company. For others it’s a yacht cruise life in the Florida Keys-side note; I had to look up how to spell Yacht so I guess yacht life is not in my future.

Today we define success as how much we have. It is the sum of power, influence, and wealth that others have that reinforces ourselves that we never have enough. We will never get enough either. And someone will always have more than you. Unless you’re royalty or something (in which case I’m single and I have practiced my wave) you will always be trying to scale the mountain to get to the top where life is apparently easier, and you don’t have to worry so much. But do we really have what it takes to get to the top of Success Mountain?

I will be honest with you-and it’s kind of going to make me die a little on the inside to admit this. But last year, I actually bought this big white construction board thing that kids use at science fairs to display their projects, and I drew my own success mountain on it. I modeled it as closely as I could to Mount Everest and I actually did a pretty good job. I named my success mountain, ‘Mount Gainz’ (because I am all about the #gainz baby in any aspect of life…ugh I’m cringing at myself so hard it hurts-I wish you could see.) So at the top of this mountain I have everything that I currently want out of life. I cut my face out of a pic of me drunk at a seedy party somewhere and pinned it at the base of the mountain. Currently, I am still at base camp-seemingly not even gone that far. Maybe I should have drawn the mountain a bit smaller…

At a glance, you would think I haven’t made any progress just by looking at how far away my little avatar is from the top of the mountain. But if you could investigate, you would see that the small steps are being taken daily. Consistently. And if you are going to be successful at doing anything, you have to be consistent.

I am not running up the mountain without a map or a plan. Often a lot of us make New Years resolutions or goals and feel we have to do them quickly and all at once otherwise we won’t be successful. But we fail every time. Why? No plan, no direction, no realistic expectations. Mount Gainz is huge-you’re not going to get up there in one day, honey.

I drew a Sherpa (just when you thought I couldn’t make this any cringeier) and that is my reminder to myself that I need direction, and that I need to take guided steps and to plan for unwelcome surprises. You will fall on your way up the the mountain to success, but you have to get up and keep going. One foot in front of the other.

Yours in GAINZ,

Tiffany Zoe

P.S. Just started my youtube channel-come say hi. πŸ™‚ I just posted my New Year’s Resolutions. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCXUAbEQPGEaqUaoWG_RvWPw

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Death Cookie-The Life of Jack Chick

Banned

-Tiffany Zoe

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Who doesn’t love cookies? Jack Chick.

He may well have liked chocolate chip and sugar cookies fine, but he despised a very specific type. (If you guessed oatmeal/raisin you’d be incorrect this time-but as an aside-WHY do people ruin perfectly good oatmeal cookies with stinkin raisins…I digress.)

The ‘cookie’ he was referring to was the Holy Eucharist: The divine body of Christ fully present in bread-known to Catholics as the Blessed Sacrament. The bread of life.

If Chick were on a lifestyle diet, it would be ‘catholic-intolerant.’ He wrote anti-catholic comics during the course of his life, but ‘Death Cookie’ in 1988 was one that garnered a lot of attention from Christians and non-Christians alike . As a fiery protestant, he sought to poke fun (read: lambaste) at the different teachings of the Catholic Church as well as other religions. His comics were banned in Canada and in other parts of the world due to violations of free speech.

I was notified of his passing from a Catholic radio channel I listen to. Senior Catholic apologist and evangelist, Jimmy Akin talked about Chick’s life and wished him sincere prayers after his passing in this article. I do not support Jack Chick’s views whatsoever, but like Jimmy, I have to learn to practice tolerance and try to see what I can learn from Jack’s life.

Being a fledgling Catholic unbaptized sinner myself at this time, I’m not allowed to partake in the eating of Jesus. I’m on the ‘No-Jesus’ diet until my baptism in April. I chronicle my journey to Catholic baptism in my other blog, ‘The Mass Diet’ if you’re curious.

As inflammatory as Chick was toward the Catholic Church, you can’t deny the guy had passion for truth his entire life. Truth ultimately being God.

Eating ALL the cookies,

Tiffany Zoe