There is no resolve in being angry...

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For a long time I was mad at someone; furious even. I wandered around with this burden on my shoulders, letting it eat away at me and eat away at me. It was something that I just couldn't let go of. I felt entitled to it.

While the rest of my life seemed to be heading in an amazing direction, I was lagging behind in my anger, almost oblivious of all of the good things that encapsulated me. This isn't to say that I didn't enjoy my life, because I did. But at the end of all things good or bad, crept those venomous feelings.

It was so easy to be mad, natural even, but my anger had lived on a lot longer than the reasons behind it. 

This went on for months, until I finally came to this point where I realized that I just couldn't be mad anymore. It was exhausting and toxic, and the only person it affected was me. Nothing would change the past, and as time evaporated so did the meaning behind the apology I so desperately wanted.

I was angry at something that didn't even matter anymore.

The person I was angry at hurt me, and while I spent much time trying to figure out why, it dawned on me that there wasn't a good reason why I got hurt. Sometimes the people we love hurt us, and the reasons behind it have less to do with us than they have to do with the other person. That’s just how it goes sometimes.

With that revelation, the crushing weight of my anger began to lift. I was free from a past that I let haunt me for far too long. I was able to enjoy all of the things in my life that made me happy, without the burden of my anger hanging over me like a dark cloud. I could finally accept and appreciate the past in a logical light and move on from it.

It was liberating.

None of us are exempt from being hurt; we're all human and sometimes we do things that will hurt others. Sometimes it's intentional, sometimes it's not. There is power in letting go and moving on; if not for the other person, do it for yourself. There is no resolve or closure in being angry, it only hinders our ability to enjoy life.

Sometimes the biggest impact a person will make in your life is when and how they leave it. The biggest impact you will make in your own life is how you handle these people and situations.

Anniversaries are good reminders...

Note: I wrote this post yesterday. I was unsure if I wanted to post it, so I slept on it. This morning I decided that the message was poignant and important to share. SC xo

This day is the reason I '11:11' It's just a personal symbol for me.

Today marks the anniversary of one of the worst days of my life. 

I’m not going to talk about it though, because it is the past and I am OK. Like all experiences in life, it was something that has shaped me and helped me grow; something that I have learned from, something I have accepted, and something I have made peace with.

This day is a poignant reminder of the incredible journey I’ve had over the last 365-days. It is a reminder of my strength and endurance, and my ability to look back with acceptance and a broader understanding. This day is one that changed me, but will not haunt me.

What a difference a year can make. 

None of us go through life unscathed, that’s not how it works. Like any adventure, we are met with situations and circumstances that we can’t control, or that we didn’t plan for; and in the end it is our attitudes that determine the outcome every single time.

Accepting the bad things in life means that you accept the opportunity to learn and grow; It means that you are willing to admit that you were defeated, but that the fight isn’t over, and you’ll get back up it again. Accepting the bad things in life means that you can let them go, and they can’t hurt you anymore.

It’s OK to go through the motions when life throws you down; anger, sadness, bitterness, and the inability to forgive are important for self preservation, but they are also meant to be temporary.

Life will fail you; people will fail you; you’ll fail yourself, but in the end it’s how you recover that really matters. 

The best first date ever...

*Please note that I am breaking my own rule of talking about the 'dating' part of my personal life because this story is so epic and I can't not tell it. Also, I asked the guy permission to write this post, and he said yes.

Game Day selfie: "Duck Lips"

Last night I went out with this guy I met on Twitter. We've been following each other for awhile, and text every now and again. He calls me his "Twitter Crush" and I think it's cute. 

Anyway, a little while ago he asked me if I wanted to go to a hockey game with him, and I said yes.

“OK,” I thought, “What the heck…”

To be honest, I didn't really believe that he was going to follow through on our hockey date; tickets are expensive and hard to come by, I didn't think that he would take me if he got his hands on a set. But, I figured, there was no harm in just going with it. Maybe he was really going to take me...

Like anyone else who follows me on Twitter, the guy knows how much I love Claude Noel, the head coach of the Winnipeg Jets. I don't exactly remember how it happened, but the guy texts me a few weeks ago to tell me that he sort of knows the coach, and that he was going to text him and ask if we could meet him after the game.

“Suuuuuuure,” I thought. "You know the coach. Right."

But again, I went with it. Maybe he really did know the coach...

It's not that I thought this guy was a complete liar, he actually seemed really nice and somewhat genuine. I suppose I'm one of those skeptical people who takes everything people say with a grain, maybe a scoop, of salt. 

Anyway, game day comes and the guy drives into the city from his home, a few hours away. We meet at the City Place Mall, in front of Boston Pizza at 6 p.m. -- It's always interesting meeting Twitter people in real life; it's different than online dating, because you've conversed with these people in real time and with others... Hard to explain. I suppose it's almost just more comfortable for me to meet people from Twitter, as opposed to dating websites, in real life. 

We start walking to the MTS Centre and  he tells me the coach’s wife called him while he was driving to tell him what section she was sitting in, and that she would meet us after the game. 

Actual text between me and the guy yesterday

I still didn't believe him. (OK, to be honest I was starting to wonder if he was a serial killer, luring me in with a promise of meeting Claude Noel. I even asked him a few times. He assured me he wasn't, and I took him at his word.)

Just in case though, I told him that I gave all of his information to my sister, in case he really is a serial killer and he gets any bright ideas.

"She'll find you," I warned him.

The guy was a good sport about my threats and accusations. 

We did all the traditional Jets games things; spent a lot of money on concessions, took selfies, walked around the concourse, bought a 50/50 ticket (and pinky swore to get married if we won. Why not, we only met a few hours ago, it would be a fun way to cap off the night! haha), we cheered and chanted and made friends with all the people around us. 

It was a good time.

The game went into overtime, followed by a shootout. The Jets pull out a win, and it’s literally the best night ever.

“OK, Lynda says that she’s wearing a grey sweater and that she’ll be waiting for us at the front doors by the elevators," he says to me. 

Still skeptical, we push through the throngs of people, head down to the main floor, and make a run for the coveted meeting spot. When we walk in, my eyes dart around the room, and low and behold I see a woman in a grey sweater waiting by the elevator, looking down at her phone.

Could it be? 

Are we really going to meet the coach? 

Lynda?

We walk up to the woman and introduce ourselves. She is Lynda Noel!

Turns out the guy wasn't lying. 

The hallway to Joyland.

Right off the bat Lynda was friendly and tells us to follow her. We went through a security guarded door, down a long corridor. She tells us that she's going to take us to the 'Wives Lounge' to wait for Claude to finish his post game interview. 

We sat in the Wives Lounge for a few minutes. There were a few other people there (wives and girlfriends I'm assuming) and we watch the post game interviews on a TV mounted to the wall, and we chat.

At this point, though I can't speak for the guy, I'm pretty sure we're both in a weird state of disbelief. 

When Claude is done, Lynda takes us to his office. 

Before we get there though, Claude Noel comes out and we're all standing in this big corridor area near his office. All around us are the players of both teams packing it in for the day. Mark Stuart was talking to one of the guys from the Lightning, Kane was walking around, Thorburn was leaving, Stamkos was getting on the bus… And then Buff came out and I nearly peed my pants with excitement.

Me and Buff

Before I made a complete fool of myself, I asked Lynda if it was OK that I approach him. She said it was, so I walked up to Byfuglien, said something ridiculous and likely non-sensible and then asked him to take a “selfie” with me. 

He did, and thus, I can now scratch "selfie with Byfuglien" off my bucketlist.

The guy brought the coach some fishing hooks, and they instantly started talking about fishing. Buff soon joined in on the conversation, and I just stood there, in awe, like a star-struck idiot.

Claude Noel took us to his office, then to the Jets locker room, where someone took our picture with my iPhone. He made sure the picture was to our liking, and explained to us that “Nobody steps on the logo” on the centre of the carpet in the room.

As we leave, coach tells the guy that he’ll call him soon to set up a weekend that they can go fishing.  I BEG the guy to let me come. He said maybe...

Walking up the stairwell to get out of the MTS Centre we ran into Mike Santorelli, who also took a selfie with me.

It was a super rad night, and probably the best first date ever.

I wonder what we're doing for date number two?

The guy, me, and Coach Noel in the dressing room.

Boston.

SOURCE/ ABC News

It’s hard to understand tragedy like the attack at the Boston Marathon yesterday.

Violence and terrorism happen all over the world, but, like many, I am sheltered from the bloodshed and fear that grips entire communities when they acts are carried out. I see glimpses on TV, or read about it online, but I have always been far enough away from the destruction that it seems like I am in a whole other world.

I have been privileged with safety and peace thus far in my life. Something I often take for granted.

I’m embarrassed to say that I don’t know enough about the emotion or politics behind these hateful acts. I can’t understand what would make people and groups carry out such merciless and cowardly attacks on innocent people.

Details are still coming out about the Boston bombing, so far there have been three lives lost and nearly 150 people seriously injured. Outside of the physically scarred, there are countless people whose lives have been forever changed. This bombing has instilled a great sense of fear in people; it has shattered a part of their belief in humanity.

Yet, out of tragedies like these, heroes emerge.

SOURCE/ UK Telegraph

Yesterday, as I scoured the breaking news stories, I read about marathoners who continued to run from the finish line to the hospital to donate blood. I saw images of people carrying others out of the chaos. There was footage of people, tending to the wounded on the blood stained sidewalks...

And while the world watched, there was a tremendous outpour of grief and support from people outside of the chaos; horrified at the tragedy unfolding in front of them.

There is no sense to what happened in Boston yesterday. There is no sense to this type of carnage and violence that happens all over the world. This is the purest form of cowardice and evil carried out by people who, for lack of a better term, are just bad people.

The world is sprinkled with bad people who will terrorize innocents, and carry out attacks such as yesterday’s bombing, but they are few in comparison to the majority of the population. In times like these, when we question humanity and the world around us, it’s the heroes and the innocents we need to remember.

My heart goes out to the people of Boston. It goes out to all people affected by this kind of violence.