wildcat.

Well, March has been quite a wild month, and I wasn't even on the grid for part of it!

It's been very exciting to finish my piece I'm choreographing for my next big show, perform alongside some of my favourite Toronto artists, travel to Mexico and so much more this month.

However, this week has been a bit different. I like to be control of things, and when I'm not, that can be a bit tough to handle.

I talk a lot about grabbing life and running with it, but what happens when that race slows you down?

Looking back on this month, I wouldn't have done anything differently. Taking the opportunities and chances to seize the moment and just go with things has been so rewarding. Taking this week to step back and have a reality check has been unexpectedly helpful.

Even though I'm out of commission for a couple days, I'm hungry to go back out and attack the next opportunity. I'm happy, healthy and alive. Everything from here is a bonus.
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There are a few people who walk into your life that you don't realize influenced you until they're gone.

Dan, I remember you hosting Wildcat TV in middle school, pep rallies in high school and being one of my first friends when I was the new kid at Burton Valley Elementary - all with the biggest smile on your face.

My heart goes out to your family and close friends - you'll be missed buddy. Rest in peace Dan.

fries.

This is probably one of the sweetest videos I have ever seen about love and Valentine's Day. I dare you not to have a smile permanently on your face while you're watching it.



Looking back, my first Valentine and I were probably around this age as well.

I remember being in early elementary school on Valentines Day when we all made little cards, and were very excited to pass them out to every person in the class.

I always made my mother help me make mine by hand with real doilies, glitter and way too much pink (I don't think I ever wanted to buy the pre-made Valentine's Day cards).

I remember moving around the room, putting my handmade cards in every one's mailbox, and when I came back to my desk one of the boys in my class, Alex, was there waiting for me.

He had given every one else a Valentine already but me. Instead, he stood there with my Valentine and a little red box of chocolates, with "Portia" written in cursive on it.

In my six-year-old mind, I was pretty freaked out. I had a crush on a totally different boy in the class, and somehow back then, I had enough knowledge to recognize how much that would hurt Alex to blow him off. Putting yourself out there at that age is no easy feat.

I remember accepting the chocolates and making an effort to sit next to him during the rest of the week in class when I had the chance. I guess I thought that's what a lady would do.

There are two lessons here:

1. Manners at a young make a difference.

2. That little box of chocolates really made me believe in love. It doesn't know any age or limits, just sometimes, the timing isn't right.

I unfortunately moved about a year after this and never saw Alex again. I don't even remember his last name, but man if he's anything still like that little boy, 18 years later, I'd give him a chance again.