Life Personal Reflections

Grown but not forgotten: Adventures in forgetting what decade it is (and being perfectly okay with that)

You know how, as kids, you would listen to people older than yourself reminisce about the good old days and you couldn’t help but sigh? Perhaps to you their nostalgia was a touch embarrassing; the way they’d cling to the past almost felt desperate. Things couldn’t have possibly been that great or they wouldn’t have changed, you might have thought to yourself. That was then and this is now! Stop trying to make 1975 happen (again!) and get with the times already! We have the internet, how can you not be excited about this??

You know you’re getting older (or at least growing up) when you stop quietly judging the people stuck on their past and start becoming one of those people.

The further I get from student-hood (this is my fourth consecutive September of not starting a new school year. Well, not as a student, anyway) and the closer I get to 30 the more wrapped up in nostalgia I seem to find myself. I never anticipated becoming this person. In fact, there was actually a small part of me that always wondered if people who held on to the past were simply afraid to move forward.

I can’t say for sure whether or not that’s true (there’s a lot on my horizon so maybe I am subconsciously starting to linger in the past a tad just to feel like I’m safely in the cocoon of the familiar for a little bit longer). What I do know is that I’ve officially become one of those “remember when?” people and I can’t even say that I’m sorry for it.

Case in point: This past weekend I almost forgot what decade it was.

On Saturday night Kyle was officially fed up with our portable record player. The sound warbled and paled in comparison to a set-up we had witnessed in a record shop in Penticton. He was on the hunt for the real deal. After prowling through Kijiji listings and firing off a message or two he had a hit before we even went to bed. The next morning we were on the road to pick up our new player, receiver, and speakers. I had Queen’s “A Night At The Opera” spinning before dinner time.

They Call it Gumption, Sara Hamil, record player, vinyl, JVC, Sony, speakers
This is what we call an upgrade.

That night my brother came to hang out with us and we decided to bust out my Super Nintendo. Y’know, for old time’s sake. And also Mario Kart. A few harmless rounds of that devolved into a long night of screaming and laughing as the three of us played our way through some of the classic games that my brothers and I had enjoyed as kids.

It was as I sat on the floor switching out records and watching the guys howl through NHL Stanley Cup circa 1993 that I experienced that moment of, “wait, where am I? WHEN AM I?” Everything about that scene screamed back to my childhood. To my father and the time he would spend at his record player, methodically leafing through his vinyl collection and delicately swapping one for another. I remember watching his movements and being mesmerized by the ritual involved in listening to records because you didn’t just listen – you participated in the experience. Those motions now, ingrained still after all these years, come naturally to me. I laid on the floor, my head at the speakers and an album cover in my hands, appreciating the experience for myself.

And the video games. Oh, the video games! These games, this console in particular, were daily staples in the lives of my brothers and I back in the early 90s. Say what you will about video games but I don’t regret a single moment we spent engrossed in the adventures and stories doled out by our SNES. And it all came back to us so quickly that night; every combination of buttons, each sneaky cheat. Those pixels were like a wormhole that sent through them waves of youthful glee and excitement and left hints on nostalgia lingering when it was all over.

Sara Hamil, They Call it Gumption, Mario Kart, SNES, video games
Beware the red shell.

That night I felt like we had the best of everything. Who needed computers and streamed music when we had pristine vinyl and 16-bit entertainment? It was then that I really started to understand – without the bitter jadedness of “kids these days” ringing in my ears – why so many of us like to hang on to the past. Those relics that ring back to time we’ve grown out of but would rather not forget.

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Photo Friday: Back from BC

I’m back from BC. I’ve been back since Tuesday, in body if not exactly in spirit.

I cannot even begin to express how difficult it was to leave British Columbia. If not for the fact that I missed Jasper the Dog SO MUCH while we were away I would have been tempted to find a way to stay. It honestly felt like it would have been that easy; like I could have just stepped out of my whole life here in Ontario and started anew on the other side of the country without missing a beat.

BC is beautiful and it has an enviable rhythm that made me question so much about my own life and the way I’m living it. My vacation was everything it should have been: fun, relaxing, and full of good and new experiences. In moments of quiet serenity – on a beach in the Okanagan, gazing up at the peaks that surround the Coquihalla Highway, enjoying the feel of the Pacifc Ocean lapping around my ankles – I wondered how I could have ever let the things that worry me get to me in the first place and questioned just what I thought I was doing with my one wild and wonderful life. Life is simple, the BC breeze whispered in my ear. Live well, worry less, hang out with the people you love in places that make you happy.

I’ve been slow to organize my thoughts since I’ve been home. The only tangible things that I’ve put out for public consumption are a bunch of Instagram photos (i.e. the ones below. If you already follow me on Instagram/Twitter/Facebook then you’ve probably already seen them. Sorry, the new material will surface eventually) and a blog post on The Let’s Go Ladies about the extraordinary amount of stuff Kyle and I were able to cram into our brief stay in Vancouver. Ah, Vancouver. The city of my dreams…

There are so many experiences I want to share from this trip. It meant a lot to me and it feels important for me to write it all down. Some of those stories will end up on TLGL, others should live here. I just have a lot of feelings, okay?

Until I get there though, here are some of my favourite shots (of which there were many) from my trip:

A beautiful sunrise in Vancouver on our last day in BC.
A beautiful sunrise in Vancouver on our last day in BC.
'Flow 1 & 2' from the 'Encounters With Iceland' exhibit at Mission Hill Family Estate in Kelowna, BC
‘Flow 1 & 2′ from the ‘Encounters With Iceland’ exhibit at Mission Hill Family Estate in Kelowna, BC
The view of Okanagan Lake from the pier in Penticton.
The view of Okanagan Lake from the pier in Penticton.
The "replica Great Wall" at Pagoda Ridge Golf Course in Abbotsford.
The “replica Great Wall” at Pagoda Ridge Golf Course in Abbotsford.
The view from The Vanilla Pod Restaurant at Poplar Grove Winery in Penticton. This view came perilously close to completely convincing me never to leave the Okanagan again.
The view from The Vanilla Pod Restaurant at Poplar Grove Winery in Penticton. This view came perilously close to completely convincing me never to leave the Okanagan again.
Wine tasting at Red Rooster Winery in Penticton. Life was pretty tough.
Wine tasting at Red Rooster Winery in Penticton. Life was pretty tough.
Vancouver, as see from our room at the Delta Vancouver Suites.
Vancouver, as see from our room at the Delta Vancouver Suites.
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Social media doesn’t have to be complicated but it should be, y’know, social

These days it’s not hard to find examples of brands and businesses that are using social media well. I mean, yes, there are still plenty of examples of brands that are doing a terrible job, and even more that are just puttering along. But for the most part there’s a good group of them out there that recognize the potential of the tools at their disposal, the power of their audience, and the value of doing something with it.

As far as I’m concerned, a brand doesn’t have to launch a big, flashy, innovative campaign to be impressive (although those are undoubtedly cool). In fact, sometimes it’s the simplest things that catch my attention online, and usually all a brand has to do is put the “social” back in social media.

I always mean to write about some of the cool experiences that I’ve had with brands and businesses while living on the internet but, obviously, it hasn’t happened yet. So, because it’s on my mind right now, let me tell you about a simple bit of online brand outreach that I thought was pretty memorable.

In my work with The Let’s Go Ladies I spent a lot of time reading and commenting on other travel blogs. After all, networking is a valuable part of social media success. whether you’re trying to grow your readership or just want to create meaningful connections with other content creators, taking the time to network is a good thing to do.

“Time”, of course, being a key word here. Building relationships takes time – something many brands still don’t necessarily want to commit to.

But last week I read a post on The Travel Hack about things to pack in your carry-on luggage. One of the items the author highlighted was this neat travel scarf called the Trtl Sleepscarf. The wrapped tube-style scarf has built-in supportive ribbing that holds your chin up while you doze off. I’m notorious for falling asleep on long trips and this is SO much better than a neck roll, crushing your face against a window, or the classic “nod n’ bob” (which I’m embarrassingly close to perfecting).

I was instantly sold. There was only one problem: The UK-based company didn’t ship internationally.

trtl, travel, The Travel Hack, The Let's Go Ladies, Sara Hamil
I was crushed.

In love with the idea, I resolved to keep an eye on the site and wait for international shipping to open up. I was going to be ready.

I made that comment on Tuesday. On Friday morning I woke up to a tweet on the TLGL Twitter account from Trtl:

OH, HAPPY DAY!
I AM NOW!

 

To which I responded enthusiastically.

And they RT'd and fave'd it, OBVI.
And they RT’d and fave’d it, NATURALLY.

 

Guys, I was super impressed. I’m still super impressed. In fact, the only reason I didn’t rush off to buy one right away was because the chances of it arriving before I leave for B.C. were slim to none.  But you’d better believe I’ll be ordering one when I get back because, seriously, both their product at their social media savvy have won me over.

Sure, this method takes a bit more time. It’s also not a new concept. But is it effective?

I hadn’t tweeted them or sent a message begging for international shipping. They saw my comment on a blog and went out of their way to find me and let me know that my wish had been granted. It’s a simple approach but it works. Now I not only know that I can get the product I want but the company made me feel important in the process.

Well played, Trtl. I look forward to napping all over the world with your sweet Sleepscarf. I’ll tweet you the pics ;)

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Photo Friday: Lest we forget

Sara Hamil, They Call it Gumption, National War Memorial, Canada, Ottawa, WWI, World War I, The Great War

 

On Sunday we took a day trip to Ottawa. We got super lucky – the weather was rainy and awful everywhere else but in the capital is was hot and sunny. We put on our tourist hats and made the most of our short time in the city. One of our many stops was at the National War Memorial. We took some quiet time to take it all in but it wasn’t until we were back home that we realized how timely our visit really was; August 4th marked the 100th anniversary of the beginning of World War I.

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I just want to make things

unsplash_pretty tearoom

 

I just want to make things.

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by unfocused creative urges. I see a notebook or a perfectly sharpened pencil and I just want to make something awesome happen.

I get these nebulous flows of inspiration that demand to be molded into something incredible.

There are just so many times that I want to gather my supplies together with my beverage of choice (coffee, team wine – each one had its own special place in my creative processes) and retreat to a cozy nook and not come back out until I have something to show for myself. A collection of meaningful drawings, a well-written book, an idea with a plan attached to it; something.

Most times I don’t even get started. I feel like I don’t have the stretches of time that I’d like to dedicate to whatever it is I want to do. Sometimes I worry that, because I don’t have a clear enough idea of what I want to do, I’d just be wasting my time. Often I wonder whether or not I really have anything meaningful to give.

But creativity is a lifestyle; it needs to be cultivated and nurtured like a habit.

The urges are there and I can’t pretend that they’re not. I wouldn’t mind having a bit more focus but there’s no denying that I feel so alive when I’m pouring creative energy into some kind of project. It’s why I blog, both here and over on The Let’s Go Ladies. It’s why I love brainstorming with brilliant people and why I need to jot everything down. I think that’s why I gravitated to PR and marketing and, ultimately, to social media. These industries always require you to be thinking and strategizing and making things happen. I’m a list-maker, a day dreamer, a builder of both the meaningful and the random.

I just want to do more of it.

I want to always be busy making cool things.

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Photo Friday: Hooked on a feeling

Guardians Of The Galaxy, Awesome Mix Vol 1, soundtrack

Last night I saw Guardians Of The Galaxy. Today I’ve listen to the film’s soundtrack no fewer than 5 times and counting.

The movie was as good as I had hoped it would be (and so funny!) and I am absolutely obsessed with the throwback of a mixed tape that is its soundtrack (something that turns out to be fairly significant to the plot). I’ve been grooving along all day, filled with memories of my dad’s old record player and trying very hard to not start yelling “OOGA CHAKA! OOGA CHAKA!” out loud in the office.

But, really, would that be so horrible?

I don’t think so.

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Hold your horses, Summer

I’m having an exceptionally difficult time coming to grips with the fact that today is the last day of July.

Like, I know that I always complain about time moving too fast but it honestly feels like summer just started. Or, based on the temperatures we’ve had this week, like it hasn’t even started yet (it’s been WAY to cool for July!)

As we launch into August, I feel the same sense of unease and grumbliness that I usually associate with a Sunday. Just like Sundays are the last day of the weekend and bring with them the foreboding of another Monday (not that I dislike the work week but who doesn’t lament the end of time off, amirite?) August marks the end of summer and the end of my downtime. Autumn and all its busyness looms and a part of me will always want to fight it off.

They Call it Gumption, Sara Hamil, August, summer

It’s been years since I’ve gone back to school as a student but the season still brings waves of change to my life and routine. September is like our “New Years” at work and for me personally it also means that it’s time to get back in the classroom and start teaching my Social Media and Emerging Technologies course at Loyalist College.

Again: It’s not like I dread either of these things. When it’s busy at work it means that things are happening and being created and it’s invigorating! And goodness knows how lucky I am to have the opportunity to teach. It’s just so hard to bid adieu to a summer that flew by too fast, y’know?

The good news is that August is going to be a powerhouse of a month. I’ve been proactively preparing for the fall (which is a great accomplishment for a serial procrastinator like me) which has helped in alleviating some of the end-of-summer anxiety. Plus, in exactly two weeks from today I’ll be heading off to B.C. and I’m so crazy excited about it!

There will probably be some more camping in the mix and definitely more time spent with friends and family. Summer may be in a hurry to get out of here but I’m going to fight to make the most of it while it’s still here, dammit.

How will you be making the most of what’s left of summer?

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Photo Friday: Travel Massive Toronto

Sara Hamil, Candice Lee MacAulay, The Let's Go Ladies, Travel Massive Toronto

Last night, Candice and I checked out the monthly Travel Massive meet-up in Toronto. We went to do a bit of promo for The Let’s Go Ladies and chat with other folks working in the travel and digital marketing industries. We had an awesome time, met lots of cool people, and were spoiled with food and drink courtesy of the fine people at Pure Michigan. Definitely looking forward to the next one!

Slightly unrelated: Damn, is the reverse camera on the iPhone 4S ever terrible…

 

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Golf: Fine, I see the appeal. Are you happy now?

I went golfing yesterday.

Not mini-put or anything like that but legit hey-that’s-a-nice-collared-shirt-you’ve-got-there-here-are-your-clubs-and-the-keys-to-your-cart-don’t-run-anyone-over kind of golf. I even drove the cart for a bit and it’s every bit as fun as movies and TV make it look.

But that’s not the point. The point is that I went golfing for the first time and I actually quite enjoyed it.

Okay, so it was actually the second time I’ve golfed but the first time hardly counts. I was twelve and golfing in someone else’s family reunion tournament. When it was over I won a trophy for “most improved player”, which was a little baffling because I most certainly did not improve over the course of that game (I seem to recall dissolving into frustrated tears at the last hole because I couldn’t sink that ball to save my life). Later I found out the trophy had previously been the “worst golfer award” and was only changed because the same person kept winning it year after year and was pissed off about it. That made significantly more sense to me.

Again: I was twelve.

It’s not like golf was a game I’ve always been desperate to try. I do, however like trying new things.

Some background: Kyle and I are headed to BC for a couple of weeks next month. Along with visiting his family (he’s a long way from home, after all) we’re also going to be playing in a memorial golf tournament that he and his cousin have organized.

Golf may just be a game but I really don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of his family (I mean, I’m sure I will but I’d rather golf not be the reason). So, when my brother, Shane, expressed interest in giving the game a try and Kyle enthusiastically promised to teach him (I thankfully wasn’t alone in my beginner-ness) we decided to book a tee time. After all: practice makes perfect.

Or, y’know, at least it makes one decent enough to get through a whole course with a somewhat acceptable score.

Hopefully.

Sara Hamil, They Call it Gumption, golf, Oak Hills Golf Course, Stirling, Ontario
For those “in the know” we golfed the “Highlands” course.

Along with learning how to golf, I learned a few other things about the game yesterday:

  1. It’s much harder than it looks. I mean, people get paid good money to play this game so I guess it isn’t supposed to be that easy. Right?
  2. Your form matters so much. No wonder it takes golfers so long to set up their swing. Shot? I don’t know, people. I’m new here.
  3. You only yell “FORE!” when you’re at risk of hitting someone. Apparently. Huh.
  4. I may be right-handed but I swing left. What the?
  5. I need a LOT more practice before we head to BC.

Everything said, I really did have a great time. On the drive home I felt like I was in a bit of a daze all because I had tried something so different and, didn’t do too badly at it in the end after all (or at least that’s what Kyle said, but who knows – he might be biased).

Sara Hamil, They Call it Gumption, golf, Oak Hills Golf Course, Stirling, Ontario, Kyle Harms
LOOK, MA! I’M TRYING!

This weekend we’re all going to hit a driving range to work on those swings. Who knows – maybe this will become a new hobby! If not, at least I can add a new skill to my resume.

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Airing out the empty nest

Do people who’ve never had children get empty nest syndrome? Yes? No? Maybe?

I started mourning my weekend around 7 pm last night and I’ve been in a melancholy funk ever since.

“It probably sounds stupid but I always feel so weird after big weekends like this one,” I complained to Kyle last night. I didn’t want to do anything. I didn’t even want to do nothing, I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to try.

“Are you feeling sad because everyone is gone?” he hit the nail on the head.

It was a family-filled weekend, with one brother coming down from Ottawa with his boyfriend to crash in our living room and the other back from his most recent work set in Alberta. It’s so incredibly rare for all three of us Hamil children to be in one place (although, oddly, we definitely see each other more now than we did when the two of them lived closer. What gives?)

Sara Hamil, They Call it Gumption, family, brothers, pool party

On Saturday we had the whole clan over, the guys and I thrashing around in the pool all afternoon like a bunch of unruly kids. Our parents joined us for a barbecue that evening and, even though it rained and we wound up eating our burgers in the living room (why do we even have a kitchen table? It’s basically a glorified mail table), we still enjoyed the food and company. The evening eventually dissolved into round after intense round of Extreme Jenga. Note to anyone who may end up play Jenga against, well, any of us – we don’t mess around and apparently won’t hesitate to throw you under the bus. Apologies in advance.

To cap off the weekend, we all met in Campbellford yesterday for lunch. We discovered that The Stinking Rose Pub has a genuinely awesome local craft beer selection but their food menu is a bit sparse for what we were looking for. Of course, we didn’t want the bartender to know that we had screwed up so we totally played it cool by sampling and ordering pre-lunch pints (mushroom beer: It’s WEIRD. Like, I can’t even tell you whether or not I recommend it, it’s that weird) before slipping next door to Capers. Our food there was delish, our waiter was hilarious, and the weather granted us one perfect afternoon for sitting and laughing on the patio.

Sara Hamil, They Call it Gumption, Ontario craft beer, Lake of Bays Brewing Co, pint glass, tiny turtle, The Stinking Rose, Campbellford

I know: none of this probably sounds all that exciting. But I love it. I love spending time with my family and I love when we can all be in one place. My brothers and I were really close growing up and, while I don’t always notice it, their absence leaves a particularly distinct hole in the fabric of my life.

But I guess this is just what adulthood looks like, though; families grow up and move apart. Kids become grown-ups and build their own lives and, while they all love each other, they see less of each other because that’s just how life gets. I guess I’m just glad that I can appreciate those rare times that the family is all together, jumbled around a coffee table as we may be. I’m grateful for every visit, every toppled Jenga tower, and every meal.

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