#100HappyDays — Day 1 — A Little Bit of Love

#100HappyDays — Day 1 — New Edition — All For Love
Source: http://www.groovecollector.com/mp/new-edition-all-for-love/r/114884570/

Some days drag on and it’s hard to be happy. With a long day at work with no support staff; lots of technical woes trying to transfer files from an old IDE drives on Sarah’s Dell Inspiron 2650 to modern technology; and the cold never-ending Toronto winter we’re facing, you’d think happiness was little more than a fleeting dream.

But I don’t work like most people — on my walk home from the subway, I found myself strutting and singing along to New Edition’s 1985 hit “A Little Bit of Love”. The variations in the bridge, the very syncopated beat — a signature of the 80s — all of it made for a few minutes of getting my groove back.

Pun intended.


–case p.

100 Happy Days!

It’s far too easy to be miserable.

Sadly, many of us get so wrapped up in our lives’ issues that we fail to focus on the things that inspire us to keep going, even when our lives aren’t quite where we’d like them.

When I was younger, marriage and children never factored into my plans — I just figured if I kept working at my ideas, I’d eventually sort everything out. “Build it and they shall come,” right?

Years down the road and that drive’s still very much alive, spurring me to chip away at ideas in the dead of night; never leaving me satisfied with any degree of success, always pushing me to fight for more; all while juggling priorities and handling things in my work and family lives.

Why do I bother? Why sacrifice sleep and energy on something that’s essentially just a glorified hobby? What’s the appeal?

I do it because it makes me happy.

DO ALL THE THINGS: Monthly Wrap-Up — The January Thaw

When I became a father, many thought I’d have to give up blogging, too busy and tired to bother with social media and my life associated with it. Through 2013, I worried over everything I was giving up with a kid in tow — the parties, the swag, the food — everything that was part of “the scene”. I thought I’d fade into obscurity, becoming an urban legend of Toronto’s social media scene — a precautionary tale to those trying to mix family and Twitter, to show it’s impossible.

But January seemed determined to prove me completely wrong.

DO ALL THE THINGS: Three Days in Detroit for Some #FordNAIAS Fun!

I haven’t been out to the Detroit-Windsor corridor since late 2008, when my brother-in-law got married there and only 9 months into dating, Sarah led me into an ambush, seating me at a table with many of her paternal uncles and cousins who I’d meet for the very first time. (Quite the feat to make a good impression while hungover, but that, my friends, is a story for another time!)

Ford Social — Badges — Ford Edge
Proud to drive an Edge!

But Ford Canada’s been really good to me these past couple of years. From inviting me to their second annual Blue Party to sending a care package when I bought my 2011 Ford Edge last summer, they’ve been a solid team to work with.

This year, they kicked it up a notch by invited me as one of a dozen Canadian bloggers as their guest at Putting You In The Driver’s Seat: the NAIAS Blogger Experience, which revolved around the 2014 North American International Auto Show in Detroit, Michigan.

I’M NOT DEAD, I’M JUST A DAD: Brave New World

“Men are just little boys who got big.

Women are just little girls who got big.”

— Jack Winter

DoomzToo — Good Luck, Daddy!

I’ve sat on this post for a bit, trying to figure out what I could tell the world about fatherhood. Other than doubling in size while I was looking, in ways it feels like much hasn’t changed — he feeds every few hours; he has plenty of outfits to model; I don’t see my family as much as I’d want to with their bedtimes only an hour or two after I get home from work… these are the early years where you’re adopting a routine, simply awaiting the next cue to take action. Where you sneak into the nursery 3 times overnight to make sure they’re still breathing. These are the years where you have to get used to a holding pattern in your days, life stubbornly reminding you that things aren’t like they were before.

What’s there to tell about that?