Nudibranchs

…and now for a tiny interruption

It’s 4:34am. My partner’s snoring disrupted my sleep about an hour ago, and though my sleeping self was frustrated, as soon as I woke I had a feeling I could turn the frustration into something else.

The daily sorting is here after the 💖💖💖 and the prompt writing may happen under the 💌💌💌.

💖💖💖

Y’all. Y’ALL.

I just applied to be an Ocean Science Interpreter at the new marine centre in the city near me.

This has literally been one of my dreams since childhood. I nearly applied when I lived in Seattle but we decided to move back to Canada.

My favourite species of all time is the nudibranch. When my children were little and the two years of no screen time passed, the first thing I let my kiddos watch were nature documentaries narrated by David Attenborough.

The ocean ones.

Some people are terrified of the ocean. It’s big scary and unknown. But I have always held a deep fascination for it. Aquariums are the calmest place on earth for me. Give me an underwater dome of fish swimming above my head and you could leave me there all day and I’d be content. Overjoyed. And chill. Even when the aquarium was full to the brim with people.

Earlier last month I saw an article talking about how marine centre was opening December of this year. I shared the news with my eldest child. He is also obsessed with marine biology, and wants to be a marine biologist AND a baker.

Tonight I was scrolling social media and I saw a tiny note saying that the marine centre was hiring.

I have to move into Halifax next year and all of a sudden…I’m excited. I was hoping to work in a bookstore. But sadly none of them are hiring right now.

…but maybe; just maybe, my enthusiastic email and my background in education, theatre, public speaking, storytelling and my deep love of the ocean will be enough to get me an interview. I could be one of the first hired Ocean Interpreter’s for this new marine centre.

I was just about to try to dim my excited so I’m not disappointed when they say no.

But WHY. I can be enthusiastic and excited, and if they say no, it’s likely because they got an onslaught of excited possible ocean interpreters. And then when I move to the city, I can volunteer for them instead.

I am spectacularly excited.

I can’t wait to go check out the centre. I can’t wait to take my kids.

Cross your fingers for me? Or send a gentle spell out into the universe?

I appreciate you!

Heart,

Wake

(My friend Blake Chamberlain designed this logo for me when I wanted to start an event producing company)

Oh! If you want to write on the prompt, it’s here.

💌💌💌

Tell me about an impactful this you received by post.

I think my past self was going to tell you about my first break up letter. But I’m too happy to get into that right now. I’d love to hear about a piece of mail that changed your life!