I hand my unhealthy self a bottle of water and take away the can of pop she's holding. The first small step, I indicate, without words. My unhealthy self nods in silent agreement and gratefulness. I hug my unhealthy self in a warm embrace. "I'm here for you," I whisper, "I'm always here for you".
I am 37 years old this year. I wish I could stay 36 forever. This year I accomplished a lot. It was a good year. Plus, I love the sound of that age- the perfect sweet spot between ‘too-young-to-know-better’ and ‘too-old-to-care’. However, time stops for no one. Onward! This year I have made myself proud. I have crushed my own fitness boundaries, I have stepped outside my comfort zone and I have faced fears. I started an Etsy business, found a style that works for me, and have learned to say no. I have addressed health issues and taught…
Oh my gosh, you guys. I did something kind of frightening for me. I’m also really excited, because I am proud of the products I have done. After years of people encouraging me (I think since Hunter was born), I have finally opened an Etsy shop. You can find it at this link: (CLICK HERE) I know a lot of people sell crochet goods on Etsy, but I am hoping I can make mine unique enough to stand out. Hopefully, a lot of people will favourite my shop and it will become more popular. I feel like I am making yarn…
It is a new year! I am wishing you all a….. There is so much pressure to perform better, faster, stronger and more efficiently in the new year. When I was in my twenties, I would write down all of these super-lofty “be perfect” goals the night before New Year’s eve. I would go out New Year’s eve with all the pressure of having the “best night ever!!” and try to have fun. The introvert in me wanted to stay in, but I felt that I would be seen as weird not wanting to go out, so…
I am restless. My mind is restless. It’s fidgety and can’t settle. There are ideas itching at the locked box in the back of my brain. My brain is whispering at me to take a leap; to gain the confidence to leap. But to what? Whenever I feel this restless feeling, I know that big things are coming. A shift is about to happen to someone, possibly me, that I care about. Sometimes it’s a change outside of my control and this is my body’s warning system to be ready, so stand guard, be ready…
Here is a photo of me with my new Tardis necklace (blurry, too bad), sweaty from the hot day outside and hot C-Train ride home. I always said I wanted something from Doctor Who, but nothing too garish. This was perfect. I bought it, last minute, from Comic Con this time around. It didn’t cost very much but it makes me very happy. I bought the necklace on Sunday, just as Comic Con was shutting down. I wore it all Monday with a smile on my face, thinking that I should watch all of the Doctor Who episodes again. Especially…
So Isabella is still having nightmares. I am going to have to figure out a way to make her room super zen and feng shui and just the right amount of light so that she can sleep soundly. Last night we had to lay beside her for her to settle. She is a super restless sleeper and fights REM sleep. We accidentally saw an animated video of a song about zombies at Comic Con this weekend. Izzy was sobbing because every time she closed her eyes she saw it and it scared her. I lay beside her and caressed…
So it has been a hard week or so. Josh’s 30th Birthday went by quietly. His mother showed up for a surprise visit and we went out for dinner Thursday night, Vietnamese. I felt bloated, nauseous, crampy, and awful that night and most of the next day but ignored it. Friday the 20th was Josh’s birthday. We played games and watched the World Cup. That night my Mother-in-law stayed to babysit and we went out for drinks with a couple true blue friends. One of my fave people, Shanna, came too. We talked each other’s ears off until after 1…
Last night I had a very entertaining dream. I was me in an alternate universe. I had the freckles I always wanted, and my hair had grown to my waist. I sat in my open concept, farmhouse-inspired city home and wrote the most eloquent blog. I woke up wondering how to make the blog topic even more sweet in the light of a real day for all of you out there. But in the midst of wiping my kids snotty noses and setting up breakfast, taking down breakfast, crafts for the kidlets (as we call our kids sometimes for no…