Friday, December 5, 2014

Being a Multipotentialite

For years I thought I had a short attention span since I couldn't focus on just one interest area and I got easily bored if I had to do the same thing all the time.

I have always felt pulled in a million directions at once and tend to flit from one thing to another like a butterfly who has to sample all the different flowers in the garden

As a result, I often have many unfinished projects cluttering up the house and my brain feels very scattered. Having deadlines and priorities seems to help but I still tend jump around from project to project.

It's so refreshing and a relief to find the site Puttylike by Emilie Wapnick.

I just love the whole idea of being a multipotentialite, a person who has many passions and interests and doesn't want to settle for just one.  

Throughout my life, I have had various interests of creative writing, blogging, drawing and painting, playing flute, singing in a choir, acting and set design,desktop publishing, graphic/web design, photography and scrapbooking. 

I love the articles at Emilie's site that reassure me that I don't have ADD and that it's okay to be passionate and curious about many things. It's also okay to be introverted and spend lots of time alone creating and exploring as I often thought that was a flaw as well.

To know there are others who feel the same is even more reassuring. I'm not crazy, after all! I'm an introverted multipotentialite.

I especially like this particular post by Emilie about how to manage being a multipotentialite to our best advantage and make it work for us.


How about you? Are you a multipotenialite?

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Dinner Invitation

I am linking this to from-15-to-50-fiction the Fiction Challenge at The Moving Quill "From 15 to 50" and using Shailaja Vishwanath's photo for the prompt.

Dinner Invitation
19 words

That was the last time Milton would accept a dinner invitation without checking what was on the menu first.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Rainbows and Butterflies

I love Jonathan Lockwood Huie's daily quotes and inspirational posts. Today he writes that it’s important to look for the small miracles of daily life instead of always waiting for the big miracles which may or may not happen.

Each day we see small miracles all around if we open our eyes and minds to see them.

Here is a small miracle, a beautiful photo that my son Rory took of his walk in the woods with our dog, Loup during the snowfall yesterday. I think it’s so magical when the snow clings to the trees like this as if they fairies came by and dusted snow on each branch. So picturesque. Maybe I won’t be so in awe of the snow by March but right now it looks gorgeous on the trees as the first snowfall of the winter.

Here is another small miracle. I shared a wonderful post about writing by my good friend Shailaja that is definitely worth a read.

At that same moment in time, Shailaja said she received my snail mail card which traveled all the way from Canada to India. She said she was reading it at the same time as I shared her post and it made her day. 

Yes, small miracles are everywhere ready for you to appreciate them as they happen. 

Rainbows and butterflies are all around if you are open to them. 

Here is a poem I wrote and an inspirational poster I created about small miracles. 

Wednesday, November 12, 2014


I’ve always had a fascination for mannequins. I find them creepy but intriguing at the same time. They seem so life like but yet cold and distant from being human.
Mannequins come in different styles and looks. Some are very chic and elegant where some are downright tacky.

Whenever I see some I like to take photos of them.

I can almost hear them talking to me as they look at me in their bored, condescending manner. And why shouldn’t they be condescending? After all, they’re so perfect with their classic features and slim figures. Their hair and makeup are always perfect. And of course, their clothes always look good. No dirt or food stains on their outfits.

These mannequins I saw at the Rideau Centre were totally white with strong chiselled features like Greek and Roman statues.

These ones in Toronto had bald white heads like aliens. I didn't like them as much as the ones with actual hair and facial features.

This one in Montreal didn’t even have a head.

I almost expect them to start talking to me. If they did, what would they say or do?

I wrote this story as I pondered that very idea.

Here is the mannequin I picture as being Paul in the story.

“Hey Brenda!”

“What? Who said that?” Brenda looked around wondering who was talking.

“It’s me. Paul. Up here. ”

Brenda stared at the talking male mannequin on the platform. He was as handsome as a Greek god statue with strong chiselled features. And of course he was dressed to perfection in the latest fall fashions.

She stared wide-eyed at him. “How do you know my name?”

“I know everything about you. I stand here day after day observing and listening to you.”

“That’s creepy! Are you stalking me?” Brenda said, biting her nails the way she always did when she was nervous.

 “No, it’s not like that at all. I think you’re wonderful. Could you help me out, Brenda?”

“What do you mean?”

 “Help me get out of here.”

“Pardon me.”

“You heard me. I’m tired of standing here under these fluorescent lights day in and day out. I need some adventure.”

“Wouldn’t it be a bit obvious if I took you? The store would say I was shoplifting. You’re wearing their clothes.”

“Take the clothes off me then. I don’t care.”

“I can’t do that either. That would be indecent.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m not anatomically correct. And I don’t feel the cold either. I spend most of my time naked in a closet anyhow. Luckily Sadie, the wardrobe girl decided to use me for this fall display. That’s why I need to plan my escape before she shoves me back in that closet again with the other mannequins.”

I stood there and pondered my predicament.

“So, are you going to take me with you or not?” he finally asked.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.” I turned and walked away. For the rest of the day, I avoided that section of the store.

Later that night at home, just as I climbed into bed, I heard a whisper.

“Brenda. It’s me, Paul.”

I flicked on the light and grabbed my can of pepper spray that I kept on my bedside table for sleepovers that got out of hand. “How did you get here? I thought you couldn’t walk.”

“Funny about that. I’d never tried to walk before. Imagine my surprise when I found out I could.”

 “Get out, now!”

“I want to live with you, Brenda. I’m in love with you.”

“You’re crazy.”

 “I like you better than Sadie. She treats me like an object.”

“But you are an object. You’re a mannequin.”

 “It was foolish coming here,” Paul said, a sad expression on his face. “I thought you’d understand how I felt about you. I’ll go.” And with that he opened the door and left.

The next day Brenda arrived at work and saw that Paul’s spot was empty. Why did she feel so sad about him? What was wrong with her?

Sadie approached, an angry look on her face.

“Have you seen the mannequin? The boss is boiling mad that it’s missing and he’s blaming me.”

“No I haven’t seen Paul, er it,” Brenda lied. Sadie gave her a puzzled look and Brenda just shrugged.

Where could he have gone?

After work, Brenda walked along the sidewalk, her head down against the cold autumn wind.

“Brenda! Ahoy Matie!”

She turned towards the voice and couldn’t believe it. There was Paul and he wasn’t a mannequin anymore. He stood outside the Party Place dressed up in a pirate costume.

“You’re a man?” Brenda said in disbelief.

“That’s right. Isn’t it great?” he said. “I got a job at the Party Place since I’m so good at dressing up and standing still for long periods.”

“But how did you become a man?”

“I believed I could walk so I decided to try believing I was a man and it worked. Pretty cool, eh? I only have one thing left to do.”


“This.” He swept Brenda into his arms and kissed her. His warm lips were definitely human and not made of cold fibreglass.

“Now can I live with you?”

“We could try it out and see,” Brenda said, still in a daze from the kiss.

“I’m so happy,” Paul said. “And by the way, I’m a man in every way now, too.”

“Even better,” Brenda said.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

From Rags to Being True to You

I watched the most incredibly lame movie last night on Netflix called “Rags” with a twist on the Cinderella theme. This Canadian-made 2012 movie was filmed in Vancouver with New York as its setting. I couldn't help noticing that in the opening scene of NYC, they still showed the Twin Towers. You'd think they could at least use some modern footage. For a while I kept thinking the movie must have been made before 2001 until I saw them using modern Iphones and not those huge clunky portable phones of the 1990's.

This movie was a stinker, no doubt about it. It was really bad; the script, the acting and the music, but I watched it anyhow.

Like eating junk food, sometimes I’m in the mood for a fluffy teen movie where I don’t have to think too much. At least it had no calories!

The main character Charlie reminded me of Justin Bieber with his boyish looks, his goofy eagerness and singing style. GAG! *Makes a face* I’m not a Bieber fan, can you tell?

I had to rack my brain trying to find something good about the movie, (other than the father character was played by the Old Spice Guy, Isaaih Mustafa. Drool!) Those commercials are an absolute hoot. Just to sidetrack you, here is the link to one for a good laugh.

Hmmmmmmmm, *Daydreams with dreamy, goofy look on face*  

Now back to the main topic, Cathy. Where was I? *Throws cold water on face*

I would have to say the most redeeming feature of the movie "Rags" was the focus on being authentic and being true to yourself. Of course this theme has been overdone in movies to the point of being clich├ęd, especially in a teen movie like this one, but I still think it has value.

How many of us pretend to the world instead of showing our real selves? We pretend to like things we don’t like for fear of being scorned. We pretend to like people we don’t care for in order to be accepted as part of the cool crowd. We engage in activities we don’t enjoy or buy things we don’t even care about and go broke in the process, all to get approval from others.

As I age, I think I’m becoming more authentic and accepting of the real person I am. I’ve done that pretending routine and found it hard to keep up appearances. I didn’t like that person anyhow. She wasn’t real.

Even in middle age, I’m still on a journey of self discovery to discover the real authentic me. Sometimes it can be a painful process. Sometimes it’s exhilarating and wonderful.

How freeing it is when we can accept the whole messy package that makes us the person we are.

It’s easy to be blue
If you’re not being you,
All that pretending can take its toll
Being yourself should be your goal,
For being you is what you do best
Stay true to yourself and forget the rest!

Who knew such a lame movie could be the inspiration for a blog post, eh? I sure didn't!

© Cathy Graham, October 26, 2014

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

We Will Remember

Today a young reserve soldier, Cpl Nathan Cirillo, was shot and killed while guarding the War Memorial Monument in Ottawa, where I live. 

My heart goes out to his loved ones. I especially have a soft spot for reservists since I was once in the reserve myself.

This kind of thing doesn't happen in Canada, a peace-loving nation where we can walk freely without fear.

It is especially shocking to happen in Ottawa, a quiet government town. Even now, my husband's building is on lockdown and he doesn't know when he can leave. The gunmen are still wandering around and the whole downtown area is locked down. 

These kinds of things don't happen in our peaceful corner of the world. At least that's what I used to think. 

It just shows that it can happen anywhere at anytime. We are vulnerable and even more so in these scary times of extremist terrorists with a warped view of the world.

But mostly, I can't help thinking about that innocent young soldier losing his life guarding the memorial for fallen soldiers. Now he is also one of the fallen.

"At the going down of the sun and in the morning, 
We will remember him."

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Talk is Cheap but Listening is Gold

Talk, talk, talk, we’re good at that
Day in day out, we like to chat,
What a noisy world where everyone is talking
Some even talk on the phone while walking,

We talk and talk without stopping to think
We talk about everything but the kitchen sink,
But listening is a more important skill.
Just close your mouth and keep it still,

Do you actively listen or wait to reply?
Do you listen patiently, do you even try?
Because conversation is a two way street
Having someone listen is mighty sweet,

Having someone listen can make your day
Much more than anything you can say,
Talk is cheap but listening is gold
It’ll keep you company when you get old,

Instead of your mouth, why not open each ear?
You’ll be amazed by everything you hear,
Listening costs nothing and is completely free
Hey you out there? Are you listening to me?