true story

the stakes were high. if she lost the bet, she would surrender the naming rights to her first born child. but she was so sure, so confident that she would win.

she was absolutely certain that the child she was carrying was a boy.

of course, this all took place back in 1975, before 3D-ultrasounds and all the other technology of today. back when there were still real surprises.

and so, the bet was simple: whoever guessed the gender correctly got to name the child. it was mother-to-be versus her mother.

the moment of truth came at 12:35 pm on june 26th. much to the new mother’s astonishment, the baby was a girl. and so, the new grandmother (whose name happened to be agnes matilda) revealed her decision. the infant girl’s name would be: heather dyan.

and that’s the story of my name, really. thanks grandma.

twenty more things

(For those of you who say I’m *so* hard to get to know, here you go)

I drink Starbucks, a lot. My drinks? Either a triple grande white mocha or an iced grande extra caramel caramel macchiato.

I spend too much money on clothes.

I know things I shouldn’t.

I want to see the moon from the other side of the world.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

I’ve had my heart broken.

I want to walk on the beach in the snow, but I can’t seem to get the timing right.

I’ve been told that I have the handwriting of an architect.

I’ve held a baboon brain in my (gloved) hands.

I used to force myself to write with my left hand so that I could be ambidextrous.

I’ve spoken to both of my favourite contemporary musicians.

I’ve sent 3 postcards to PostSecret.com. No, I won’t tell you what they said.

I love the sound of the rain.

I laugh uncontrollably when I’m in physical pain.

I’ve committed all of the seven deadly sins.

I have the same kind of car as my sister.

I attended Bill Clinton’s inauguration.

“I want someone to ache for me.” (<– If you know what this is from, I’ll buy you a drink)

I keep a journal, but only seem to write in it when I’m unhappy. My last entry was in 2002.

I feel like I finally have my life together

me

“I have been here many times before.” (Sia)

Sitting in my office this morning, lost in the faint smell of coffee, I came to the realization that I am living a number of different lives

Each is clearly defined.
Rarely do they intersect or overlap.
(I don’t think I’m alone in this.)

There’s the work life, the fun life, the family life…

How people define me depends upon which of my lives they know. Some lucky individuals get to know more than one and, with time, they become my dear friends. Not simply because they know more of me, but because they accept all of me. My true friends get to know the real me, and they understand that I exist somewhere in the middle of the different lives I lead.

Someplace warm and safe.

Maybe someday I’ll meet you there.