Big Little Life

I am an avid Tweeter and take to sharing my favourite tweets with my blog followers every three or four months. This year started off with a bang and I have more tweets than usual...lots of them funny, some inspirational, and others informative. Enjoy!

@TheLoveStories Never regret something that once made you smile.
@TravelBloggr Dear Twitter spell check, Pancetta is not "pancreas." Just thought you should know. Learn some foodie Italian please.

“I've gotten people who have said I've gotten them to run more, to exercise more, to do their first marathon, to volunteer more. That all feels incredibly odd. But today, someone commented today that I inspire them to love more which may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” – Iram Leon
I love hearing stories about incredible people. About the amazing things that they do. They give us hope. They inspire us. They show us that happiness is a choice. That optimism is a way of life.

Last week I attended a professional event called Speaker’s Spotlight – a showcase of speakers for marketing and event planning folk. When I first learned about it I was thrilled to learn that David Usher would be there to speak about creativity. As a long time fan, I was looking forward to seeing him within a different setting beyond the many concerts I’ve attended.
But aside from being focused on David, I had no specific expectations of the event. What a surprise it was. That morning not only did I coo, but I laughed out loud and even shed a tear. From learning more about social media (in some cases gone wrong), to laughing with the Levity Effect, and then Amanda Lindhout’s heartfelt story of being kidnapped in Somalia for 15 months, it was an unexpected roller coaster ride of emotions.

As Canadians we spend a lot of time talking about the weather. Like sports for many men, the weather is a topic that unites us. We celebrate it, comment on it, predict it and by this time of year, it’s most common that we curse it.
When I lived in Montreal, the winters were harsh and long. Because of that, as soon as Spring knocks on the door of any Montrealer, they flood the streets to soak up the life and excitement that inevitably takes over the city. I remember actually feeling guilty being indoors when it was beautiful out. It was as though every last minute needed to be lived outside to compensate for the self-imposed hibernation of months on end.