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The UnBurdened Girl

Let's Carpé this diem
About
Woman of All Trades
“A Jack of all trades is a master of none,
but oftentimes better than a master of one.”

I identify with Jack. ​As a child I thought there was one thing each of us were destined (supposed) to do with our lives. I struggled with this misinformation for more years than I care to admit. There was no one thing that I wanted to do when I "grew up", which I have no intention of doing by the way. It did not take long for me to realize that kind of future was not interesting enough for me. One path would not offer enough opportunity to continue learning. I like diversity and learning through experiences, how could I possibly do just ONE thing FOR-EV-ER? 

 

I have enjoyed a variety of jobs; flipping McBurgers, planning weddings, making beds with hospital corners, teaching English, event planning, painting houses, and leading groups of 20 up and down the sides of mountains looking for signs of human occupation. Like I said, I enjoy diversity.

From the time I was a child I wanted a "hobby farm," I long to grow food for friends, family, and lucky neighbours. My patio and apartment are overflowing with flowers, herbs, greenery, and vegetables. I also create art and have many new projects to try. Bellydance has been a passion for years, with great instructors and dance motivators, I am hoping to start teaching in the Okanagan soon!

Art
Bellydance

Bellydance

The lighting was dim in the smoky room. Little lights twinkled in the silk ficus trees in the corners, and tealights glowed in amber-glass globes positioned in the centre of each table. The room smelled of cigarettes, garlic, and working-class relaxation. Laughter and conversation filled the room as patrons devoured piles of rich hummus with pita slick with garlic and oil. Music began to play, and the mood hushed as she entered the room. A swirl of blue and silver, long limbs with shimmering silver bracelets, waves of shining brunette hair, and a smile made of sunshine. She wound her way through the tables, shaking and moving in time with the music, bringing each note to life through her motion. I watched her every move. Thinking back now, I probably looked like a bug-eyed child. And I was. In love before I knew what I was seeing. 

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Photography by: (top to bottom, left to right) Unknown, Brendan Lally Photography, Lee Corkett Photography, Restless Photography

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