However, same goes if I was at the beach. I wore this two-piece all last summer. From New Brunswick, to the Picton shoreline. Swimming, is swimming, is swimming, is swimming. Less you dive in with your clothes on, I suggest you look away.
Tag: pandemic
the unwitting face on the shadow of society
We, as a society. We, as spectators. We, as the collective. We, as those who read the stories, hear the rumours, watch the news wheels. We have an opportunity to speak up, speak out.
how sunscreen became the only grad advice I ever needed
You are a part of history.
You have graduated in a historical year of triumph, of uncertainty, of revolution.
You are an integral cog in the wheelhouse of a generation who are narrating what we will read in our history books, and teach the children who come after you.
so, you didn’t “utilize” the pandemic. now what?
You didn’t have to start a website, or sweep under the couch, or plant a new garden, or become a master of cooking to become the new human you are.
waiting in antici…pation
I’ve not been on the phone with doctors so much in my life as I have the last two weeks. From life insurance (I almost had forgotten that non-smokers pay way less than when I was a pack-a-day) nurses calling to schedule health exams, to my family doctor asking about my Thyroid medication, suddenly my…
“Mama always said, dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t.” – Forrest Gump
As we venture into month three of slowing down, go with kindness. There’s a story behind every door of every home grappling with how to handle this next chapter of uncertainty.
drama llama
But if all you’ve ever known is drama and crisis aversion, how can you possibly be expected to live comfortably when everything is (checks notes) going right? Is that a thing? Is it possible that for thirty seconds – everything is okay?
fighting a muzzle
So how do we balance? How do we quantify what’s really worth whatever energy we may have left to muster up? Which of your convictions are actually preferences, and what of your opinions are more like self-serving desires? How do we know when to pipe up, and when to “let it go”, and are there any brown paper bags anywhere to breathe into when we’re so fired up, we’re going to implode? At least it’s my mouth doing the smashing. I’m not a person who feels the need to throw a plate.
break the cycle
Our jobs as parents is to see our children through their very youngest traumas, to being the rock that they can fall on as they continue to stay the course of their own lives. Our past hurt and pain should serve as guiding stars. As emotional navigators that we can use as the compass to help steer these littles through adulthood back to right.
Where are you right now, in an alternate universe?
Because what my 8-year-old self – the one with the clicky heels on the asphalt, with the big hair, and the credit cards, and the independence she craved – didn’t account for was loneliness. Was success without someone to share it with. Was accomplishments and accolades that threatened to sit idly alone on the shelf, covered in dust.
