Let me start this blog off by introducing myself and telling you a little bit about me. My name is Laura and I do believe I am reverting in age. Like that Brad Pitt movie. You know, Benjamin Button. I just keep getting younger and younger. I know, it’s very peculiar.
I was with the same man and married for 20 years (18 years old to 38 years old… yes we were very young) now divorced for 6 years… don’t worry, all of the nitty gritty details will eventually be told my dear ladies…do not fear. I like to share. I just can’t help myself.
I reside just 40 minutes outside of beautiful Vancouver, BC. Canada. Honestly one of the most amazing places to live.
I have two grown children (how they grew up so fast when I still feel like I’m only 25, I’m not too sure)
My son is 22 and daughter is 20. I adore them, but what mother doesn’t think the world of her kids? I also have a fur baby. He’s a yorkie-poo (mutt) who just turned 13 this month. Also adorable. Obviously.
I work full time in the cosmetics industry in management/make up artist and love my job as I am a bonafide makeup junkie. So it’s exactly where I belong. Well perhaps, not entirely ‘exactly‘ where I belong but…for now it’s where I belong.
My love of cosmetics, literature and so many other traits came from my mother. Looking back she was a much bigger influence in my life then I even truly realized until recently. Isn’t that funny? I mean, not literally funny, like ha ha, but more like ironic funny. Of course she would be a major influence in my life in huge ways! Yet I’ve spent most of my life saying how different we are. But really, we’re probably more alike then not! I’ll revisit this topic more I’m sure. I think I’m on to something here Sherlock.
At the age of five I was already fascinated by red lipstick and painted finger nails. I was a complete girlie girl and loved everything to do with beauty. I was mesmerized watching my mother cover her face in noxema cold cream and would insist I do the same. So there we would be, in the washroom, faces slathered in white cold cream. The longer it sits on your face the better. That’s what I was told. Yea, I’ve learnt that’s not true, but whatever. My grandmother had done the same her whole life, my mother also, as did I until I realized there was a whole other world of fabulous products to chose from. And more is not better. However my mother happens to have very beautiful skin to this day so the noxema couldn’t have been that bad!
Growing up my mother was extremely crafty and always had some project on the go. Whether it was creating and painting ceramic dishes and ornaments, cross stitching, knitting, flower arranging, baking, painting. You name it, at that time, she was doing it. We really didn’t have much else to do otherwise. We lived in a very small town in Ontario. When I say small town, I mean no traffic lights, only one stop sign and everyone knows what you had last night for dinner kind of small town.
My memories are packed full of her teaching my younger sister and I how to do all of these wonderful creations. We’d make Christmas ornaments that took literally hours to hand paint just one. We would make different crafts and give them for gifts and sometimes we would make enough to sell at craft fairs or just to neighbours who asked to buy from us.
My mother also read books. A lot of books. We always had books around and she typically had one or two books on the go at any given time. This encouraged me to want to read as well. I ended up having to read whatever she was reading and what was available to me. So it was mostly a choice between John Grisham or Danielle Steele. I can’t even tell you how many Danielle Steele books I read.
Hmmm…that might help explain why I grew up with such a fairy tale outlook on romance. . .It was the damn romance novels!
Therapy? Pffft. Who needs it? I can analyze my whole life, all right here as I write! Stay tuned. This should be interesting. I can’t wait to see what else I figure out!
I believe to this day that my mother’s influence of reading helped me breeze through all of my English courses in high school and college. This instilled in me my love of books and my desire to write. I remember in grade 11 an English teacher told me I should consider becoming a journalist after handing in an essay assignment about pro choice. He ended up sending it into a major news magazine contest for students. Being so young and unaware, I didn’t pay too much attention when it wasn’t chosen to be published. However, it was filed in my mind and in later years I had more appreciation to what an honor it was to have even been chosen at all. It has always been a far away dream of mine to write a book. Let me just insert here that I was saying this years before every second person on the planet was saying they wanted to write a book! What is the deal with that? Everyone wants to be a rock star, reality star or author now a days.
For a long time it has felt like something is missing, something doesn’t feel quite right. Like I’m not living the life I’m supposed to be living. Does that make sense to anyone? Does anyone else relate to what I’m saying?
If I’m being completely honest, I’ve been trying to surpress this imbalance most of my adult life. In recent years I have been more in tune to my intuition and trying to figure out what my soul’s true purpose is. It’s easier said then done. Life has a way of keeping you occupied and confined to living our day to day responsibilities, time ticks on. I know I can’t be alone in this feeling and this reality that many people experience. It’s like we get trapped or stuck then it’s difficult to make the necessary changes to find your true purpose.
This is when it kind of hit me. It was like an Oprah ‘ah ha‘ moment. It occurred to me that I can combine some of my passions into a blog. Everything in my life that keeps me inspired and motivated. Everything that truly fuels my soul I can combine in my writing. Music, cosmetics, fashion and beauty, health, baking, art, photography, family, love and relationships and yes, even the dreaded, yet oh so exciting topic of dating after divorce. So awesome, yay me, I get to live that reality!
Not positive this blog is the answer to my void, but it’s a start in the right direction. Sometimes the path is not set out clearly in front of us but we have to begin somewhere and learn to listen to our instinct. Being a huge fan of Oprah (and paying top dollar to see her live at one of her motivational speech stops here in Vancouver a few months ago) she talks a lot about following your instinct and listening to your ‘gut’ and you will never be lead astray. Never.
I listened intently and took every word to heart. Her words made sense and I decided to commit to following my true desires in life and just see where it takes me.
I will share my journey of seeking and searching for answers, fulfillment of true happiness and in the process we can learn and inspire one another. Most definitely we will share more than a few laughs, experiences and hopefully learn a few valuable lessons along the way.
Everyone has a story. This is my story….
Let’s begin shall we?