You know that thing you like to do but never do enough of?
Going to Toronto Island was that thing for me. My schedule never allowed me to plan an Island day too frequently & I think I use to think it was “too far” to go by myself. I had to cross water, which clearly that was not a thing one did by themselves.
Strange, the things you tell yourself that limit your joy of life.
Well, as 2016 is a NEW year for me. It is a year in which I find myself in totally unchartered territory, but in a very good way, & so going to the Island after work on Sunday was my plan.
Biking down solo to the Island may have been one of the best ideas I’ve ever had. I got to relax after work, explore the Island & take in the beautiful views.
I forget how much I love the water at times. The lake is always to the south of me, but the Lakeshore is not a place I like. It’s a concrete jungle next to a dirtish lake. But, the Island .. the Island is a forested, beach park on which I can stare at the water for hours.
After getting my fill of tranquility, I rode around the Island & explored. I came across the oh so very cute Rectory Cafe, with a large garden patio that faces the boardwalk which I will be coming back to for a dinner. I found St. Andrew’s by the Lake Church, which is interesting but not that impressive architecturally, & the Gibraltar Point Lighthouse. I almost missed Gibraltar Point. I expected a larger lighthouse, but it has red door which means I now have my favourite building on the Island.
They best thing about biking to the Island is that is much easier to explore all of the Island. Biking from Halen’s point to Centre Island is much more pleasant than walking.
The Pier at Centre Island reminded me that all cities that are on water have a pier. I might be wrong, but we humans do love to gaze at a body of water & every city I’ve ever been that is situated next water had a pier.
Toronto’s pier is not that large. One would expect a larger, more grander pier from our city, but I like the quaintness of ours. We have too few small things in our cities. Everything has become so very large & glassy. It was nice to see something so unobtrusive & small.
The thing I love about the Island is that even though it is filled with people, there are pockets of emptiness. Where you can settle down & find a few moments of solitude or privacy. And when you find such a place, you feel as if you are in your own private oasis or beach, until you stumble upon another person doing the same thing you are.
First Day of Summer Reflections
My solo visit to the Islands made me a bit reflective. I realize that even thought I felt I was wearing a “this is a failure” t-shirt, I had not failed. I played the corporate lottery & got the losing ticket on my last round.
I may have let my career success define me for years, but I sure as hell am not going to allow being “restructured out” to define me as a failure. I have not lost the skills I’ve earned over the last 10 years or bragging rights to my previous successes. I still get to keep those things & most importantly I get to decide what I do with them now.
I realize that what I lost is the trappings of modern success that kept me in a box entitled “This is how Kinga’s successful life looks like.” This box came with a set of instructions that kept me confined in the box that I no longer wanted to be in. I got lucky though, I was given a way out of the box & now I find myself in an open field trying to decide what to do or where to go. But, before I charge into the direction of the mountains or the ocean, I have decided to first sit down in this field & look at the view for a bit.
I am not going to stay in this field, but I am grateful for its existence.