Another year full of challenges, but my daughter survived.
A personal reflection on finding unexpected love and joy after embracing solitude, and the liberating effects of letting go of social media and embracing real connections.
Today is Bell Let's Talk Day, a day focused on mental health awareness. For the past few years, I have been using it to talk about a theme for the next year.
Another challenging year, but coming out stronger than in the past.
A wonderful and delightful short sermon about the importance of looking after your garden – your mind – in order to find peace and build a connection to God, written by John Cleese.
Death has a funny way of bringing people together. Memories of a service that was held for my grandmother, Barbara Stange.
50,000 over 30 days, just over 1,600 words a day on average.
Took the day off to recharge and now feel better than ever after spending 8 hours outside of the house, none of it related to work or errands.
Now begins the worst part of the trip home: the dreaded early morning departure.
Leave a beautiful day (+12C) in Kelowna, spend six hours in airports and planes, then step off at my destination. Step outside to see pockets of snow and my breath in the air. Welcome back to Regina.
It’s that time of year when I want to complain about it pouring rain here in Kelowna, but then I look at other parts of Canada and think, “At least it’s not snow.”
Some day, my ex is going to live up to the promises she tells my daughter. The constant disappointment on my daughter’s face is getting to me.
My daughter is absolutely AMPED-UP for our trip to Regina next weekend. She’s been talking about it for weeks already.
My maternal grandmother, Barbara Stange, passed away recently.
Woke up to a wonderful email from someone correcting me of an error. Instead of two lines, I get 500+ words and accusations that I’m working against them rather than for them. Great way to start the day.
There is something always so magical about the first few conversations you have with someone new. Hoping these conversations last a long time.
Life as an introvert is toughest when you feel the urge to connect with someone, but struggle to reach out to others.
My daughter, the gambler. Last night at White Spot: Her: I bet you 5 cents that the bill will be $30 Bill was $32 Her: You owe me 5 cents! Me: I’ll deduct it from what you owe me for buying you supper. Her: I don’t owe you. It’s not my responsibility to pay for my meals.
Hitting up the Penticton farmers market for a change of pace and an attempt to get away from the craziness of my mind.
