I used to do this thing called 12 of 12, where a bunch of people took 12 pictures throughout the day. Well, when Chad (the guy who thought it up) stopped hosting the link roundup, it kind of—to my knowledge, at least—disappeared. The last 12 of 12 I did was August 2013.
A year and a half later… here goes! (It helps that I actually had an interesting day today. Such is the spend-most-of-my-time-at-home life…)
12:03 am | kitchen. We had our kitchen redone earlier this week. This has resulted in my inability to reach many cupboards.
2:47 pm | kitchen. Yesterday I realized that my networking cards have my old Twitter handle on them. I went to a tweetup this evening, and tried to get the same-day type from Stapes, except I can’t find my Visa card so I missed the noon order deadline because the Visa Vanilla website wasn’t allowing me to set up my gift card, and RBC told me my Visa Debit card was too old to activate. So I did not get new networking cards in time.
[With that said, also, no cards were exchanged: it was all about the tweetup.]
5:02 pm | bus. Moovit is the greatest app to ever happen to transit.
5:35 pm | CBC Manitoba. Marcy kicks off the #CBCTweetUpMB event.
5:44 pm | CBC Manitoba.
I met up with Alyson before heading to CBC.
She did a pre-weather selfie with John Sauder from CBC, on the air.
6:33 pm | CBC Manitoba.
Touring CBC Manitoba. This is what the union of radio and TV looks like.
6:44 pm | CBC Manitoba.
And now for Kyra with the weather.
6:47 pm | CBC Manitoba.
Oh, no big deal, I’m just in the weather, guys.
6:56 pm | CBC Manitoba.
This is so all the animators and graphic designers and people can stay/get creative.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR TO THE RESCUE!
6:57 pm | CBC Manitoba.
Somewhat amusingly, the last picture I took inside CBC today was the welcome sign.
7:59 pm | Sobeys.
And… the last picture for the day…
MOON CHEESE? Like… dehydrated cheese.
Thanks but no thanks, (not-)NASA.
I’ll be sharing more pictures from the CBC Tweetup soon […or so I say, this is what happens, okay?], but visit the #CBCTweetUpMB Storify, or check the hashtag on Twitter and Instagram for more!
(I’m not smart enough to figure out how to link to a hashtag on Instagram… I hope this is actually difficult…)
I’ve been using the Fitbit for several years now, but when I got my Pebble, I threw the Misfit app on there to see how it fared (the Pebble can’t use more than one activity tracker at a time, or I can guarantee you I’d have tried something else on there to see if it trended similarly to Misfit!)
Now, yes, clearly I like that my step count for the month on Fitbit (5.19K) is 29% higher (if I did that math right, yes sometimes I struggle to use a calculator) than that on Misfit (3.67K)–152,000 steps is kind of a lot (some of which potentially accounted for within the five days that the Misfit/Pebble combo just apparently mostly gave up, and then slowly rose back to life? Note that I’ve definitely worn my Pebble every day since getting it, so it’ not like I left it laying on the bathroom counter to not count anything for a day while my Fitbit did stuff.
It’s important to note, though, that at some point I did realize there was a setting on the Misfit app to specify where you’re wearing the device. Not, however, that it became any closer to the Fitbit numbers. What’s more accurate? Well, nothing will say for sure, but a quick google lead me to Neil at Spoken Like a Geek, who noted:
I ran a small test where I recorded the step count on both devices before taking 130 steps and the recording the counts again. [… I]n this very unscientific test the Fitbit was spot on and the Pebble [was] out by a factor of 35%.
And, note that I had no idea that Neil had run this similar comparison–his trend line is a lot smoother/has a bit more predictable of a flow than mine has. EDIT: Note that Neil was using the Fitbit Flex, thus both trackers were wrist worn. I keep my Pebble on my left wrist, and my Fitbit One on my right hip (pocket), which could account for some variance. I’ll probably run this experiment again (when I don’t have a significant gap of data), and I’d also like to add a third set of data for the steps collected directly from the iPhone (…and be very intentional about keeping my phone on me for the duration of the experiment, because today for example, I had a phone call vibe-ing away on my Pebble and I could not remember where my phone was.)
Additionally, this proves I need to move a lot more. I did try the standing desk thing the other day for a bit, but given that I was using some folding stool from IKEA with my MacBook, it was not a super ergonomic setup [which is my general experience at these things given that I am 5’2″ and thus even when I eventually attempt to build a less makeshift standing desk, the instructions for people who are 6’+ are less than helpful and I am, as we discovered above, not good at math and 5’2″. At the very least, if I’m already standing I’m just more prone to wandering a bit more or breaking out into dance on occasion–the effect on my productivity will be questionable, however.
the hardest thing is a rendering, a moment moving too fast too endure would you abide and smile wide, because i want to remember this for sure. […] our pictures say with sight what we can’t say with words, […] a picture will survive, so smile and look alive, a camera lens is opening, a wider angle’s yours.
including this guy—Will—two days back from China?!
yes please!
sunday.
monday.
imagine my surprise when I looked down to what i thought was a raquetball court, but instead has been morphed into the basketball hall of fame including a ladder.
tuesday.
wednesday.
pebble was all explode-y when i did two twitter chats simultaneously. [is the correct term tweet chats? if so, i hate that and refuse.]#BellLetsTalk
this sign has been here forever. it has been back to school season for a looooong time, my friends.
Rolling into 2015, I thought that I would have already thrown some tracks [or at least a track] into my 2015 soundtrack playlist. Instead, here’s one that’s resonating—in some ways—but not quite hitting hard enough to be soundtrack worthy (at least at present).
Regardless… here it is.
stop the press, everything a mess you can look alive, but you are not at rest and ideas are flowing through your head a million miles an hour while lying in your bed a lucid life you never thought you’d lead are you working every day, are you working just to bleed? i know, i know, i know, i know, i know.
staring at the wings of the famed, they’re dipped in gold and feeling you deserve what you heard but it doesn’t go that way oh the tongues of men and angels, i speak like love, oh love, will i stab you in the back? working every day, i forgot what’s most important —love.
here i am, dear Lord, tasting hints of fame i don’t want it anymore if it’s not You that i gain wanna fall at Your feet, don’t wanna fall from Your peace i understand
have you ever been the man that just ran when you knew that God was talking? have you ever heard His voice through the noise but just let it get away? oh the tongues of men and angels, i speak like love, oh love, will i stab you in the back? how come i go with mine instead of Yours when Yours is always right? i’m sorry. just pour into me —love.
a heart at rest is harder now, don’t let it go away hard earned pay, or hard earned pain? right now they’re just the same what’s the use, why work so hard when it’s not what you crave when what you need is love.
look. here i am dear Lord, tasting hints of fame i don’t want it anymore if it’s not You that i gain wanna fall at Your feet don’t wanna fall from Your peace i understand.
when i said good morning, i was lying i was truly thinking of how i might quit waking up He pointed out how selfish it would be to kill myself so i keep waking up.
[…] You grip my wrists, i let go.
—much like falling, flyleaf
This past week, a few things have happened.
1) Today is Bell Let’s Talk Day to bring stories of mental health to the forefront and decrease stigma around mental health issues until we end them. This post is being triggered by #BellLetsTalk, but it’s a story I would have told this week anyways. 2) I hung out with Richard, a conversation which brought forth a lot of reflections on my own faith story. 3) I read The Reason: How I Discovered a Life Worth Living by Lacey Sturm. It made me think, a lot, and reflect on a lot of my own testimony and beliefs. 4) The previous two points, and other conversations throughout the week, prompted me to start taking a look at the Bible again—something I have not done in over a year.
What do these things have in common? Everything.
The summer of ’05 was probably the worst time of my life. For a host of reasons, I was constantly in a state of emotional shakiness—and then, depression and numbness. I was fourteen. I spent a week at a Bible camp after declaring myself an atheist a few months earlier. I resented slowing down each day during cabin time/bible exploration. I sang during worship each night—sometimes—but mostly just enjoyed the music while blocking the words out. I didn’t need God, because God did not exist to me. I struggled the rest of the summer—I contemplated ending my life, but I wasn’t yet at the dangerous step of contemplating how.
A month later, I couldn’t run anymore. I still didn’t even really believe in God, yet I threw myself at Him saying “If You’re real, please show me what to do.”
Around 10:30 PM on September 7th, 2005, I changed. I changed in the fact that I no longer wanted to stop being here.
Yet He loves me despite it all. He loves me enough that He opened my heart that September day in 2005 by telling me that I didn’t have to end my story then and there. That He alone could get me through everything I was facing–lighten my darkness, take the depression, and heal my grandma of the cancer that invaded her for a few more years.
I’m living a life that six years ago I’d have never dreamed. I’ve had amazing ups, and I’ve had huge downs. I’ve learned, I’ve grown, I’ve danced, I’ve cried. I’ve reached my arms to the sky in worship and fallen to my knees in desperation.
I’ve created new chapters of the same story that God is writing.
Did I have clinical depression? At that point, I don’t think so.
Would I have gotten to that point? I don’t doubt it.
Mental health issues need to be treated in partnership with someone who is adequately trained to address them. Medication is not the only solution: but not talking about what you are facing is never a solution. I dodged a bullet: just because I began to believe Jesus, believe in His healing, though, does not atall mean that I should have continued without a support system around me.
Even though I didn’t know it then, I have ADHD: 20 to 30% of people with ADHD will experience depression or anxiety alongside their attention problems. After starting ADHD medication, my psychiatrist noted that I seemed to be less anxious—I didn’t think I was anxious (I’ve experienced that alongside a very mild case of disordered eating when I was sixteen, and this was not at all like that), but she continued on to note that it was likely the ADHD symptoms creating the now less-present anxiety. I do not at all doubt, or disagree with, this.
For me, these things all go hand in hand. My life, my faith, my mental health—my story. The person I am today is different because of all of the above—yet, I would not want to be the person who I’d be without facing my past.
Rock version or acoustic, the words in the two versions of Red Sam below are pretty much the same—the message definitely is. My story is a lot like Lacey Sturm’s. I have a post coming up on worship (soon!) and these both exemplify so, so strongly the way I respond during worship
I’m still alive.The world needs YOU to continue your story, too.
Stay. Be here. There is HOPE in finding help. (usa)
here i stand empty hands wishing my wrists were bleeding to stop the pain from the beatings there You stood holding me waiting for me to notice You
but who are You?
You are the Truth outscreaming these lies. You are the Truth saving my life.
the warmth of Your embrace warms my frostbitten spirit You speak the Truth and i hear it the words are “i love You, and i have to believe in You.”
my hands are open, and You are filling them hands in the air in the air, in the air, in the air. and i worship and i worship and i worship (Jesus)
