I’ve Been Waiting – haven’t we all

When I think about what I want in life…. that’s almost exactly what always happens. An ellipsis.

Ellipsis can be anything. Sure they are generally an omission or have a set of rules to abide by, but they can be anything. They can be a start of something, an intro, a cliff, an end, there really is no limit. It’s endless. They are the penultimate because there is always something after.

I have spent the last few days thinking about my day job and my aspirations, and what exactly is holding me back from doing what I want out of life. Lately… (there it is again) it feels like what is holding me back is the fact that I am Canadian. How silly does that sound.

What I have wanted for a while is to move away and start fresh in a city – yup, you nailed it. This is where the music normally queues in to a corny movie that will have some life lesson that will be played out by adults pretending to be teenagers. Everyone complains about it and it is nothing new. But the fact is, I can’t run away to California and try to jump into the industry. Could try, sure, but the visa would expire and I would have to come back. It seems like no matter what I do I will need to aspire to be Canadian first and then move on.

Don’t get me wrong – I love being Canadian. I love the sights and sounds, I love knowing where I am in the heart of Vancouver or Edmonton, I love the sound of skates gliding on ice and sticks hitting pucks, I could never get enough of rain hitting the Skytrain tracks – but there is no limit to what is Canadian. Its endless – it’s an ellipsis, but then that is promising right? Because that means there will at least be something after it…

-A

IMG_8829Photo taken by Amy Stetzl at Word Ruckus 2013

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