Last night I went to the Flying Canoe festival for the first time and had a magical time walking around looking at the sights and sounds. Their website says the festival is “[i]nspired by the legend of The Flying Canoe and French Canadian, First Nations and Métis traditions[. T]his event celebrates our beautiful Mill Creek Ravine and the newly-established French Quarter.”
We only walked through the Mill Creek Ravine portion of the festival so next time we go maybe we’ll check out the other areas that are set up. The weather was beautiful which made it an even better experience. Below are some pictures and a video of some of the things we saw.
So I totally meant to blog every day of my two week vacation. But after Christmas all I really did was spend 12 hours a day playing video games.
I got myself addicted to Banished again. I finally learned how to grow my population. Then from there I started working on getting all the different awards. I haven’t gotten them all yet but I’m taking a break now that I’m back at work.
That’s not really what I came here to blog about though. I wanted to talk about my online presence. I was thinking tonight about who I post for; on Facebook, Instagram, my blog, etc.
In the past it was definitely geared towards other people like my friends, family, strangers, crushes. But now I think I post for myself. I enjoy looking back and seeing how things were in the past. What I was interested in, what I was doing, where I was working.
Every morning I check out my Timehop app and enjoy the past memories. Sometimes a link to an old blog post appears and it makes me sad because it’s no longer there (due to the website deletion accident). But I love seeing the old photos and Facebook status updates.
That might be why my blog posts are not very frequent lately. If there’s not much happening, there’s not much to write about. I don’t want to read an uneventful blog post in the future. And if im not interested in reading it, why would anyone else be? So I think going forward I will write as if I’m writing to myself to remember the moment while I’m in it.