Chapter 7 – Breathe Life

The train made its usual stop at Chi-Town. Chi-Town was the last remaining urban centre, where transforming humans dabbled in post consumerist delights like colourful French macarons and antique Balenciaga dad shoes. It was a place for fun and rest.

Daisy sat up. She was awake for the last little while finishing her sandwich and still wondering about Mr. Beaver in the hat. He was gone, probably somewhere between Life and Elevententeen. She was happy to be at Chi, she wondered if her best friend from Calgary was there, Linz. Linz worked with WestJet, a now defunct flight carrier that was sold off to Chapters, a distributor of Paradise Lost. Really, the world was so different now. The practice of social marketing has become a language in and of itself. Depending on one’s technological cognitive ability, SM could provide sustenance or increase relativity of binary disease. After all this time, survival of the fittest was still the game. Daisy’s ultimate goal was to become ultralingual as this was the only true way to cure illness. Humans don’t want to be sick. They don’t want to to dead or alive. Illnesses like depression and bi-polar mania are now coveted by animals as it gives them the ability to solve the difficult riddles that humans have not been able to unriddle over the past couple of centuries. This is why coming across a beaver or a snail was so intriguing to Daisy. She just wanted to know what they’ve found, so she herself could unlock some riddles from time to time.

As she stepped off the bus (she’s been off the train for A Day now), Daisy headed directly to the Nike chain where she would change her outfit into something more practical and beguiling. Her mind thought of lime green, neon orange polka dots and always always white eyelet lace. Animals were attracted to that fabric for some odd circumstance; they believed it to be cream buttering their dreams. Daisy picked something out then headed to the cash-in to check out. While waiting, she made her third eye blind to prevent identity theft, then headed to the bag wall to pick something out to put everything inside. Her next stop was Yoga Passage. It was time to reset and recharge. Yoga these days was literally a moment to decompress. Everything left your body as your soul lay suspended in a neon blue hue, rearranging all of your locations and transformations so you could see properly in A Day or Two. Daisy has been practicing since another life, when she was named Chona and did not finish her teacher training practice as Alice from Wonderland halted a sour pursuit of a man named Justin Patterson that would have led to a full-fledged intoxicated state if the relationship was not stopped by a major car accident. Laying in Savasana, Daisy fondly remembered that life as Chona was full of creativity and ideas that could have and should have been realized. She shut her lids and drifted off into sleep. She could see letter z’s in italicized font drift into space followed by little emoji limes and puffy digital rainbow stickers – it was the stuff of her man made adventures.

This time the mirror showed a faint reflection of silvery blue clouds.

TBC

Mental Health Awareness

A good friend of mine posted a video on her Instagram yesterday celebrating women for International Women’s Day 2019. She positioned my face in the centre of her opening shot and when I saw it, my heart strings pulled for the first time in very long while. For the first time in a very long while I felt proud to be alive, healthy and moving in the direction I want to go. My new job and career path has influenced this sentiment, so when I came across an old post (featured further below), I could finally see the difference just 3 months has made.

Marketers run campaigns for many incentive reasons. Whether to motivate and encourage or to stimulate a greater output and investment, what matters today is that campaigns produce an intrinsic value that over time will impact the course of history for everyone. I am happy to be a member of the marketing discipline, so I can be a direct working part of the action. A perfect example of this is the campaign theme for INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY 2019. It surrounds women and their strength with the slogan, #BalanceforBetter — a balanced world is a better world.

This makes so much sense to me. My husband and I always say, we need to be able to take care of ourselves first before helping each other. It is the first step towards achieving self-betterment and living a life that is wholly your own. Still, women deserve a moment of focus because the roles we have earned as mothers alone can be excruciatingly difficult. We will always witness a divide in genders, but by finding balance, we can explore our abilities and mitigate our weaknesses; we can apply ourselves in more powerful and life changing ways.

So how can YOU help forge a more gender-balanced world?

Celebrate women’s achievement.

Raise awareness against bias.

Take action for equality.

Run campaigns that matter and incite change.

As my current hero Seth Godin put it: WE’RE MARKETERS. WE MAKE CHANGE HAPPEN!

Here is the old post:

When is enough enough? I am coming down from a relapse. My entire world was rosy. Now I am struggling with a bout of depression that feels like my world went from beautiful to grey. Currently, my world completely lacks any sensory resonance. I’m at that point where only a chocolate covered donut prettied up in sprinkles or the act of cutting apples on a mandolin makes me feel something, anything.

I know now that I could never be a stay at home mom. I would feel helpless and lost, most of the time. Also, not working is NOT good for me. In fact, it’s been horrifying (thank God for my new job that starts on the 15th). I just wish I could remember the elation I felt when I was offered the position. That feeling is gone, has left somewhere in retreat where I don’t have the energy to take it back.

Is it even beneficial to post stories onto my new blog? It feels like such a giant culmination of effort, even if I’m depressed I can ride a small wave of happiness, then once the story is posted it’s over. I have to start all over again. Should I just run? Totally have been avoiding the gym. What will make me feel better? As time keeps ticking, I’m just waiting for it to end.

My husband and I just watched A Star Is Born, we came out of the theatre and I swear I heard him sniffle, he asked me if I liked it and I said it felt depressing. So, was it actually depressing or is it just me feeling that way? Only time will tell, should we just countdown the days? 10 more days and then it won’t feel so bad. I counted down the days till Halloween for Bishop, I’m pretty sure she enjoyed that.

NEVER feel alone. Reach out to someone, anyone. Dang, call me 604-345-5042, I’ll help you!

xo – fe.