{a good egg}

Walking as quickly as I can across campus, I make my way from the library back to my room.

All I can picture is a little classic yellow truck and man named Jake that I met last summer. He's standing on his piece of Alberta prairie, surrounded by his 3 children. 

A little mobile home serves as shelter for his family, while he spends his days working the land. Desperately trying to make a living as a new immigrant to Canada, he supports his children and sick wife. 

I start walking faster, finally reaching my building. The stairs seem to have grown steeper and taller, but finally I reach the third floor. I push my key into the lock, burst through the door and throw myself onto my bed in tears.

The Chevy had been something of a miracle. My poppa and I had gone out 'picking'- searching for a needle in a haystack- and one man's golden treasure. As we pulled into the yard, I knew in my heart that we wouldn't be leaving empty handed.

As with any picking process, much of the experience comes in making the deal and buying right. After much negotiation, a mere $500 separated the buyer and seller.

If I had learned anything from the men in this world, it is that they are masters of painting a 'tough guy' face. Perhaps a result of gender expectations, this hardened shell was completely typical. Poppa was no exception, and his experience as a seasoned businessman meant that his game face was particularly strong.

Poppa and I let the decision incubate while we ate lunch. A few phone calls back and forth made tensions high. Although he was genuinely excited about the truck, he wasn't so sure that the deal could progress further, and the seller wouldn't budge on his price. I couldn't blame him- after all he had been teaching me all along that sometimes walking away from a deal was the best decision a person could make.

We had nearly left town when he turned to me and I asked me if he had made the right call. 

I've often been criticized, and criticized myself as being too "soft" and too sympathetic to others. I get caught up in the emotional side of things and can't seem to pass up an opportunity to help someone. In my mind, although $500 was a lot of money, I knew that it meant much more to the farmer than it did to my poppa. The opportunity to help the suffering family made losing the 'upper hand' completely worthwhile, especially by purchasing the truck he had been wishing for for so long.

What happened next was nothing short of a miracle in my eyes. Unveiling a new layer, he pushed his pride aside and reached for his phone. He called Jake and minutes later the deal was final. We met later that day to pay him, and he brought his family along with him. As the men were conversing, I glanced over to Jake's vehicle and to my surprise, I caught the eyes of his wife. She looked up at me and smiled, and although we were separated by physical and cultural distance, I could see the genuine appreciation in her eyes. 

A few weekends later I accompanied my poppa to go pick up his 'new' old truck. As he left the farm, he directed me to follow behind in our other vehicle to make sure that the old truck would run safely during our journey back home.

The gravel of rural Alberta slowly transitioned back into the smooth pavement of Highway 3, and as it did, he pulled up beside me and gave me one final nod. I turned on to the highway, and he followed close behind. With tires spinning, and the engine racing, I watched in surprise from my rear view mirror as he pressed on the pedal, hands locked to the steering wheel. The yellow truck flew by, with poppa behind the wheel, and a look so mischievous that even grandma would have been alarmed.

The truth is, the truck was dud. While it appeared sound, once it was taken apart, the body was a complete mess. Totally defeated, the truck was laid to rest and we even joked about holding a memorial for it.

Back in my room at university, I was finished with my 30 second cry. I called my partner and he came and gave me the biggest hug I've ever received. I walked down to Pita Pit and requested my poppa's favorite order, complete with a diet Pepsi.

It's been a long time since we've been to a car show together, or I've felt the excitement of going on a picking expedition.

Perhaps we should have walked away from the deal, leaving the yellow truck with the struggling farmer for someone else to purchase. Eventually, someone would have scooped up the truck and ended up in the same position. Yet as I sat in the library today feeling homesick, I remembered this story and although the memory brought me to tears, the lesson of it made me smile. 

The truth is, some of the toughest men (and women) in our lives are eggs. Good eggs, no doubt. But nonetheless, hard on the outside, and gooey inside whether they like to admit it or not. Kind, humble and loving gooey messes, even if they hide it well... And for that I am thankful. I'm glad that I spoke up and my poppa changed his decision before it was too late. The truck may not have been what we were expecting, but that's okay. Although we are not always in the position to help others, sometimes it is clear to us that an open door has appeared to do something kind in whatever capacity we can.

Each and every day, we are presented with a number of opportunities to do great things, and to be role models to others in the process. Sometimes saying "yes" to these opportunities can bring unimaginable blessings to others. It is amazing to imagine how the world might look if people were as passionate about giving as they were about receiving. 

Judging by the grin on my poppas face as I watched him flying past in the yellow Chev on that beautiful afternoon, 
I think he felt pretty blessed too.

"For what are we born if not to aid one another?"- Ernest Hemingway

{feeling the magic}

This is going to sound a little contradictory, considering that I have a blog where I write about some of my deepest thoughts. My lack of posts lately has had very little to do with a lack of thinking or topics to share. In fact, life lately has been filled with more wonder and information than ever before. 

When you leave some things up to imagination, the meaning of these things becomes more special. Some things really are better left unsaid, and not because they are less important. In fact, there are some things in life that we hold so dear that telling the world would take away the beauty of it. 

All too often we are focused on seeking affirmation from others about what we do. Posting online about our lives, we seek gratification and acceptance from our peers. 

Yet some moments aren't meant to be shared. 

Sometimes we must put down our phones, tuck away our headphones, and miss the photo opportunity. There is a sort of magic that happens in some moments that can't be recorded anyway, no matter how hard you try. 

Today when I woke up, my face was aching. My cheek muscles had a distinct soreness- the kind that is a result of too much laughter. I jumped out of bed and as I passed my mirror, I was taken back by the glow in my face. The girl who stared back at me was not the girl I remembered from months before. Something had changed. 

Someone very wise recently told me that I shouldn't think too much, and that the best way to live was to live in the moment. This simple advice was enough to spark a deeper sort of inspiration within me. 

Learn to trust yourself and to trust your heart. It might seem nice to have affirmation from others, but it's even nicer to have affirmation from yourself. Nothing is for certain, and few things last a lifetime. Over time, you will begin to feel your memories slipping out of reach. Words and pictures will seem like a blur. 

Yet the feeling you get in your tummy when your best friend makes you laugh so hard that you fall off your chair doesn't fade. 

The tightness in your chest when you tell someone how much they mean to you doesn't fade. 

The joy you feel in your heart when someone does something kind for you doesn't fade. 

Not every moment in our lives can be enjoyed equally but every moment should be felt. Your life will start to transform before your eyes when you start making the most of moments unfolding before you. Remember the feelings in those moments- but don't try to bottle it up. After all, some kinds of magic cannot be contained. 

- Kel

{what if money was no object?}

As it turns out, the human body doesn't adjust all that well to extreme temperature changes.

During my time home, I was fortunate enough to get to travel to Panorama Mountain Resort, a popular ski destination, where the temperature dropped to an excruciating -27 degrees. You can imagine the pure excitement I felt when I got back to the Gold Coast and it was clear sunny skies and 30 degrees out. So I thought to myself, "Great, I'll go hit up the beach for a couple hours. What could possibly go wrong?"

A lot can go wrong, Kelsey. A lot. 

So there I was, sitting on the beach yesterday in my togs, sunnies and sunhat with the hot Queensland sun beating down on me, daydreaming about the new, exciting semester before me.

Perhaps one of the coolest and most exciting things about my time abroad has been the ability to explore into new ideas and concepts that I probably wouldn't have considered looking into before. Specifically, I've been studying both religion and philosophy in my spare time, trying to find my own understanding of each. I've been really fortunate to have great influences in my life that help guide me in these areas. I feel that it is equally important to create your own understanding and set of values and morals to follow in your own life.

Some of the most interesting work that I have encountered has included the voice recordings of Alan Watts. Available on YouTube, he speaks about many great wonders that we all have in life, such as purpose, identity, love, worry, choices, and truthfulness to oneself. He decomposes complex concepts into smaller ideas which are both easy to follow and intriguing.

One of my most favorite pieces of his work is this video, in which he asks listeners:
what would you do if money was no object?
Hopefully this is something that you've thought about before, but I encourage you to watch the video anyways. While we may not all be able to understand our own answer to this difficult question, but it is amusing to think about it anyways. Over time, and as we ask ourselves these questions more and more, the answers start to become a little clearer.

Naturally, I have thought long and hard about this question, and I have a few answers. 

#1: I would like to live in a quaint little cottage somewhere near a body of water. I really love Vancouver Island, Eastern Canada, and of course Australia, but I'm not picky. I want it to be in a small community that is comfy- a place where you see people you know when you go to the grocery store but big enough to keep you busy.

#2: I want to be one of those 50 year old women who struts around her cute cottage in a big comfy sweater, and drinks a lot of tea. I also want a nice kitchen and a house that's a home, not something that resembles some sort of museum. I want there to be life in it- antiques, a few chips in the paint, family pictures throughout, with stories held within it's walls.

3#: I want to make a career using my talents as a writer and public speaker. I am continually deepening my knowledge of the field and finding new opportunities, and I want my career to stem from these things because I'm truly passionate about communication.

#4: I hereby promise that I will write a book. I think this might be the big one, but I'm not sure yet. I recently read a brilliant email on the Listserve  encouraging people to write books and I felt like the writer was speaking to me. I can't say where my life will lead me, or what I may be inspired to write a book about, but I know it's always been within me.

Those are my big 4, the things I would do if money was no object.
Take the time to check out Alan Watts' video and consider your thoughts on this. Throw your ideas into the comments section below, because I want to hear about them.


Mum, I know what you're thinking... And I totally did have sunscreen on. As I sit at my computer and type, every inch of my body is screaming and the evidence is clear- flaming red skin isn't exactly easy to hide. As I've said before, sometimes it's easier to feel the pain of a mistake than to admit that mum is right... Sometimes. (Not this time). That being said, if I want to be a cute older lady, I better start using better sunscreen and using my Aussie instinct to know when enough is enough (sun wise, this rule does not include wine). Lesson learned.

---

Also, I encourage you to check out Listserve, a daily email service that picks a subscriber at random to share their thoughts with the world.. If you subscribe you could be chosen! But otherwise, it is a nice thing to wake up to- an email from a surprise person writing about anything they are passionate about, with an infinate number of possible topics. It's bound to make you smile.
P.S. Thanks to Carlo for sharing this with me! Australia is not the same without you, my friend. I hope you are well in Washington. Xx

 - Kelsey

{goodbye 2015}

I WAS BORN
in Medicine Hat, on Superbowl Sunday, on a weekend in late January. I can't remember the last time I watched football. Most of my weekends growing up were spent at Hidden Valley snowboarding, or on ice rinks around the city playing ringette. I drive a truck, and I listen I faithfully listen to CHAT94.5.

This is my place.

It doesn't seem to long ago that I was begging my parents to let me move to Australia- but it might not be what you're thinking. My go-to strategy when I was younger and in a tough situation was to imagine what it would be like if I just packed my bags and went far, far away. I think we all envision this. However when I did eventually leave many years later, I didn't feel like I was escaping. In fact, I felt as if I had established myself a nice little life and I was quite sad to leave that behind. Sometime between my younger days and graduation, I realized that my attitudes would follow me wherever I went, and that my situation was a result of that.

I still see that today.

Being home again has brought many emotions- but I am happy to report that most have been positive. Several things have changed since I have been gone but I do believe that what changes most is us- how we perceive things is what differs most when we return to a place. Stores and businesses will come and go, but Medicine Hat will always be the same place where my roots link back to.

2015 has seen a great deal of change for me- much more than previous years. But despite all of the changes, I feel as if I am going into this new year with the best mindset yet. One of my biggest goals will be to use what I've been learning and write much more about my experiences on my blog. I'd like to see my list of drafts diminish and my number of posts increase!

People like the use the phrase, "new year, new me!" to express how they will believe that life will suddenly become completely different when that clock strikes midnight on the 31st of January. Perhaps the greatest realization is that things do not change within the blink of an eye or a tick of a clock. Great work takes great time. This year my challenge (and yours) is to be both persistent and patient in making those things happen. Think about your goals and make realistic plans to make them happen. Small progress is still progress.

That being said,
{You are under no obligation to be the same person you were last year, last month, or even 15 minutes ago}
....... so take advantage of that!

I want to say thank you to everyone who touched my life in 2015. It's been an incredible year.

- Kel

{the grass isn't greener}- a social media perspective

The following post popped up on my Facebook newsfeed a couple weeks ago (Portraits of America):

Source

This semester, we have been learning about Mass Media, including the presence of social media.

This morning as I was scrolling through Facebook, I clicked to a race (running)that was happening near me, hoping to find some information on the venue and a few more details. Within the description, it lists some of the things that are included in the "race package"- that is, the things you are will receive when you register for the race. The list included typical things like a t-shirt and water bottle, but what I read next truly surprised me:

... Wait...

You're telling me that I should participate in this run, not for health benefits, to spend time with my friends, or to train for a goal- but 
for an increased following on social media? 
So I can have a pretty profile picture that is "guaranteed to get HEAPS of likes!"? 

Not surprisingly, a little more investigation revealed that similar events in surrounding areas made the same promises.

It is one thing for a company to create a brand image and rely on the lifestyle and social media presence of it's users to carry that brand and promote it. Many fitness events and companies rely on this exact method to promote their events and products. The wearing of a branded clothing item can be seen as you paying the company- after all, you are a walking piece of advertisement and other consumers may be more inclined to buy their products as a result of you wearing it (consider how celebrities do this). This can be seen across all brands and companies, to some degree. It can be argued that it is inevitable and undoubtably a smart marketing technique. But something definitely "clicked" inside of me when I read the advertisement from this particular company. While I understood the message from a marketing perspective, what really irked me was the way in which they targeted the importance that we put on our social media presence. As a marketing technique, it's brilliant. But from a social perspective, it is a bit disgusting to consider how many people many have been convinced by those "priceless promises". Indeed, it was a also a true awakening about the what we post on social media as compared to what's really going on in our lives.

It's undeniable that many individuals care deeply about their social media presence and spend a great deal of time building platforms on which we can present ourselves in a particular way. For some, this might be so that others can identify them as a part of a group or ideology. Perhaps we resist posting certain things because of our job titles or audience. We hand-select things that we think will show a good reflection of our character. While this might seem good for us, it can be bad for others.

What is possibly most interesting about this concept is our somewhat unintentional desire to maintain "face". Positive face is better known as the desire to be well-known, liked and needed. Negative face is, naturally, the opposite. Social media users today are a great example of displaying the need to maintain this positive face and be "liked". We post pictures of our family, friends, new purchases, celebrations, and happy times in our lives. It is somewhat rare to see a post about a negative life event, unless it is concerning health. People who do post information that is revealing about negative details are often ridiculed (knowingly or unknowingly) by their peers as being immature and having exposed "too much". 
We have a natural tendency to sweep things "under the rug" and present our best possible faces to others, and rightfully so. The problem begins when we forget that others are doing the same.

I'm not suggesting that we should post a minute-by-minute playback of our lives, or that we should let the world know when our sky is falling. But perhaps we must remember that we what so from our peers is not a reflection of reality. The man in the portrait explained this well.

"“We’re surrounded by so much stimulation on social media that it’s hard for me to look at what other people are doing—or how they’re portraying themselves—and not think that I’m doing less well in comparison. At least, I don’t have the pictures to prove that I’m doing better. Because I know everyone is trying to show their best side on social media. We all bullshit. I think we’re all scared not to.”

Linking back to the advertisement for the race, it is clear to see why it is easy to target this need to be "liked". Selling an event by promises of an increased following on #instagram, flashy content for Snapchat, and new matches on Tinder (a dating app), uncovers shifting morals and values in our generation. 

A quick read through the comments section revealed a great piece of advice that sums up this great story. 
"Stop comparing your behind-the-scenes to someone else's highlight reel" - Amanda Roy

Social media is here to stay, and it is something that my generation, and older generations have generally come to accept. 
When we cut ourselves off from the online world, we lose increasing amount of opportunity, knowledge and connection. 
As the world shifts away from pen and paper and onto computer screens and mobile phones, the pressures to conform get stronger and stronger.

It is daunting to live in a world where we are sometimes more concerned with our online profile than our physical one- a word in which people go to extreme measures to increase their popularity. Our challenge is to understand that what we see is not a true reflection of those around us. When we look at our neighbor's grass through rose-colored glasses we miss the imperfections and downplay our own grass' positive qualities.

120 likes on a selfie might make you feel good for a while.
A handful of matches on Tinder might make you feel hot.
Retweets on Twitter might make you feel important.

The advert claims that all of those things are "PRICELESS".
In reality, people buy fame all the time. Numerous apps and websites make it possible to buy popularity in the form of likes and followers. Endless amounts of websites exist that explain how to increase the numbers of followers and likes that we receive. Not only do we as civilians do it, politicians and celebrities do, too. We are all guilty of being sucked into this false, constructed concept of power and fame.

{priceless}- of inestimable worth, invaluable

Our challenge is to see that what is TRULY priceless are moments that cannot be captured, time spent with people, the growth of children, revisiting a childhood hangout, seeing your closest friend get married, knowing that someone has changed positively because of something you did, finding something important that you lost, witnessing a miracle, falling in love, the list goes on......

Remember that.
Grow with that.
Try to let your existence in your corner of the world be enough to make you smile at least once day.
And if not, petting a dog usually helps.

{the greenness of your grass is only based on your perception of it}

- K

{far away from home}

I've been asked the question too many times to count:

"Do you think that you could be happy here?" 

Perhaps you have moved far away from home (maybe even to a new country) to attend school, like I have, or maybe you are close enough that you can drive home when you need a dosage of your childhood to remind you of where you grew up. Whatever your case may be, you have probably felt lonely at times and missed "home".

These days, I still head off to the library to study, but I find myself tuning into Bob Ridley as he commentates on the Tiger's Game, feeling a sense of being Canadian as I sip from my Timmie's mug. When I lived in Canada, I never understood how the people who had moved there didn't feel the way that I did; it wasn't all I had ever known, but somehow it had been engrained into me. I had always had a very open mind and I was curious about all sorts of things- and other cultures were no exception. I was used to "belonging", and I didn't even know it.

Communication Accommodation Theory tells us that there are both in and out-groups within our worlds, meaning the people who "belong" in a space, and the people who come there who "don't belong". The theory evaluates how people will respond in conversation, either becoming more like the person, or shying away.

This can help explain some of the things that we, as new students, and other people who are new to any space, have encountered.

Convergence is when we become more like the in-group, and change our language (both physically and linguistically) to fit in better. You might have experienced this when you went to order food or greet a stranger and what you heard come out of your mouth surprised you! I talk about the car park, the telly and say "how ya going", more than I'd ever dreamed I would. Maybe you even started to dress more like your peers, trading your hoodies in for bunnyhugs, and your sweaters in for jumpers. 

But as we grow closer to new groups of people, we sometimes feel distant from our roots.

Divergence explains our tendency to shy away and protect our social identity, and make no effort to reduce social distance. When we come into a new culture this can be viewed negatively, since it is perceived that we are not making enough effort to "fit in" or to to learn the language, and this can cause a power difference. It is quite understandable to see why one might see someone who refuses to experience our culture as being a bit silly- after all, we all carry a certain bit of patriotism within us.

Which brings me to another point. 
In all of my life, I have never felt Canada to be a country full of patriotic people. Looking to America, our neighbor, I often thought that Americans really did know what it meant to stand for something; I realized that I have always been looking from an insider's perspective when I believed that we simply lay quietly in the shadows of the US. But as I think about my home I realize this: we love our Coors Light, our maple syrup, and especially our Tim Hortons. We watch a lot of hockey, we wear toques, and we know that somedays, shoveling once every hour is just a reality... because it just keeps coming. 

It is undeniable that some of us will always feel more at home in a certain place... For many of us, there is no place like home. But more and more, I see how much the feeling of family and community brings us together. When we balance divergence with convergence, and we begin to see how nice it is just to be together and learn that there is so much more out there than we ever could have imagined.

Divergence is important because it solidifies our identity- without it, we would not have diversity; we would not have such an exquisite range of cultures and communities.  I urge you that when you are in a new place, you balance your feelings about missing your roots with being open minded enough to learn everything you can about where you are and the people you are around. 

It is never wrong to love the things that are close to your heart -but a close-minded person is one that misses out on the opportunity to learn, and misses out on connections that could have been made because they were unwilling to open their heart. Be considerate, and think about how you would feel if you were in the position of familiarity and someone refused to try your way of life because they insitied that everything was just better where they came from.

To answer the popular question, I will say this. I believe that home is what you make it. You can find home in a person, a place, a country, or perhaps, something else completely. If you surround yourself with enough things that bring you joy, any place can start to feel like home. Try to make the most of it and keep an open heart. 

- Kel

"We travel because we need to, because distance and difference are the secret tonic of creativity. When we get home, home is still the same. But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes everything."

-Jonah Lehrer

risk<gain

It seems like it's been ages since I sat down at my computer to write something other than notes about communication theory. I feel so engaged in my classes and assignments right now that I haven't made a lot of time lately to reflect here on my experiences. And as usual, life has been busy and full of many ups & downs. I have met so many new and incredible people here that bring me new perspectives everyday, and I find so much happiness just getting out into the world and hearing what they have to say.

But it can be difficult to feel comfortable in a new place when nothing is familiar to you. I feel this way when I'm challenged with something as silly as taking the bus to a new place and having to trust my gut and maps to get me where I need to go. I can say with complete confidence that every time I have challenged myself by going out of my comfort zone, I never regretted it. I generally end up striking up a conversation with someone somewhere along the way or finding a cool hangout (like the outdoor diner I went to last week- amazing place!)

I must admit that not every day has been easy. Sometimes when I wake up I have to ask myself if it's actually true that I moved here to Australia alone, not to mention am a young woman of only 17 who has already began her university studies. I struggled a lot with wondering if perhaps I was "just too young", or simply not ready for the things I had taken on so quickly. Sometimes we need to take a step back and remember how far we've come.  It's easy to get caught up in what other people and the media portray as success that it warps our own understanding of it. I'm grateful for good friends and family who remind me that I have all the tools in need to be successful and thrive. A close friend of mine always makes a point of reminding me three important things: 

remember who you are, 
you can do hard things, 
make good choices. 

They are three simple statements but in 12 words sum up some things that maybe we all would benefit from thinking about more often.

I'm so humbled when I interact with anyone who shows me a little piece of their soul. Transparency is so valuable and so underrated. I understand the need for privacy as much as the next person, but I also see the value in laying all my cards on the table. Building real relationships with genuine people means that you often have to be transparent and willing to be vulnerable in situations. The risk can be worth the gain. You have to be willing to talk about the things that people don't like to address or speak on. Some of the realest people I've met in my life are the ones who really open up and let others into their heart. I've always admired their ability to do this and watch how it ties people together and creates amazing relationships.

I want to share with you something that I wrote nearly six months ago that I was reminded of today:

(talking about relationships)
"Forget about interests, jobs, sports, looks, all of that initial stuff. I see now that what is most important is their soul. All of these other things will change. But someone’s soul is there to stay. Find someone who you can talk openly with… not about sex and trivial matters… but instead your deepest thoughts, questions and confessions… 
someone who, if they asked you, you would let ride around inside of your head for the day just to hear your uncensored thoughts... 

those are the kind of people that we should all want to find."

- K