Designing my life: 100 days to personal revolution

Big breath in, and exhale it all out. Back around December 20, 2009 I had just pulled down my Grad Show from the College and I was beat. Maybe if I had listed to my father back in high school and gone into Architecture for Interior Design instead of Art School I wouldn't have had to take it again at age 30, but life is funny that way. Sometimes creative types are doubly talented and it just comes down to time and place. But rewind 4 years ago when I decided to go back to school part-time for Interior Design, I didn't know that it would lead me here. Sure, I would l have loved to go back and gone for a masters in Winnipeg, but really, who needs that.

So post 12-20, I felt a bit of anxiety and loneliness for the constant hustle and bustle of working and learning. I really had no time for anything and suddenly I was left with time for anything.

Christmas came and went, and it was calm and cool with friends. Then Jason's birthday (my guy of the past 11 years, who lovingly waited for me to finish school while working full-time - bless him) came and I woke up the next morning with the biggest sugar high. As I stood on my bathroom scale, close to tears are the extra 35 pounds of junk I accumulated, I saw that I needed to change something, but mostly I saw that I was changed, different somehow than the Corey 4 years before. I had to act. But how?

I started with yoga. Everyday for as long as possible, seeing no end in sight, a daily practice to get out some the junk I had collected. I've done 40 days before, a half-marathon, cleanses and such but never had I attempted something so revolutionary. I made new mantras like, "I am a great designer." "I deserve a design job." "I am strong." "I am relaxed." "I am receptive." If you've never picked a mantra, you really should. It can help you get thru some pretty wicked stuff.

I lost some feeling in my arms, suddenly, coupled with intense pain. It kind of freaked me out, but with the help of the best chiropractor in the world I am still on my way to full motion. 90% there.

My brother contacted me after a year of silence. Still working thru that one.

I layered in a job search by appling for those hard to reach jobs, and I did, not receiving a reply. Oddly enough, they're still posted and vacant... ego is attached to so many things, including designers thoughts on qualified educational institutions... whatever.

Book that exam, Corey, I said. Write that AKBD. So I will on March 26, 2010 in San Francisco.

I was called for Jury Duty. During my exam, so, thankfully, I've been excused.

I landed a job in the design industry and just where I wanted to be too.

As a result of the above, I bought a car, insured and registered it in under 3 hours. It's no fancy car, but it was in 1988. Cute little VW Cabriolet, baby blue of course. But then I had to remember how to drive. I'll miss Transit Tom driving me around everywhere, but won't miss the crowded buses and smelly hot summer days because I'll be jetting around with the top down.

Also as a result of the the new job I had to quit my cushy, uncomfortable, well benefited, and free cellphone providing job. That day was so awesome, let me tell you, because I had dreamed about it. But I'll truly miss some of the awesome people I worked with over the last 7 years.

Not having a free cellphone anymore, I had to get a new one of THOSE things - flipping from a BlackBerry to an iPhone was the best thing I did for myself, and it hasn't been a week yet.

And then there's the whole Passport Canada mix-up. But keep you head up and it works itself out. And, now I'm a bit down on funds and yoga-studio-less... but I have amazing teacher friends and have returned to running after a 2 year hiatus. Where would I be without you all!

You know, this is only my stuff. Jason too has been shifting and moving stuff around. All of this could be a lot to take for some, but you know, if you're open to change, keep positive, and do more yoga. Yoga. Yoga. Yoga. It has absolutely kept me sane and so grounded thru this whole process. Why not do it all, I've go another 60 years or so of life in me yet.