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I can’t believe it. The holidays are almost here, and for many, the hustle and bustle have already begun. If you’re anything like me, you’ve needed to plan the dinners, look at the calendar to decide on dates for the holiday gatherings, write an endless to-do list. I always make a massive one at some point in November to outline all of the shopping I need to get done and how much I’m budgeting to make it happen, and this year was no different. Then there are the dinner to-do lists. After all, everyone will hate me if I forget the stuffing or don’t have an assortment of gourmet teas. Right? Oh, and how can I ignore the random list of house chores I need to do before hosting. Gah. I’m exhausted just thinking about the multiple tasks at hand. Do I over complicate and go above and beyond what…

When I meet clients to discuss their business ideas or projects, I always start the conversation with questions that lead me to find out why they’re doing it. Why are they putting all of their time, energy and focus into chasing their dreams? It seems like a simple enough question, but quite often, people have a difficult time answering. Let me rephrase that, quite often people have a difficult time answering truthfully. You see, it’s easy to make decisions in different areas of our life for all of the wrong reasons. We choose schools and educational paths that mom and dad think are best. We dive into a career because of the social status we’ll attain by walking in those shoes. We launch businesses ventures because we’re told there’s an excellent opportunity to make income and live the life of our dreams. But in the end, are any of those…

Chronic colds. A “general feeling of unwell.” TBI. SIBO. Adrenal Fatigue. Maybe they are the answer. Maybe they’ll finally explain the brain fog, the fatigue, the reason why my sparkle is slipping between my fingers. Or maybe that doesn’t matter. Maybe, the diagnosis is not the problem or even the answer. But maybe it’s a sign. Actually, let’s call it a not-so-divine warning. When was the last time you tweaked your back, and you went directly to the couch to lay down? Or you got a headache from, oh, I don’t know, too much screen time. Did you immediately shut down your laptop or did you pop an Advil and go back to work? We are not listening to our bodies. We are not heeding the very clear warning signs. At least not before it is too late. And why?! All in the name of the goddamn hustle? How have…

My husband and I relocated to the United Arab Emirates in the spring. There are a ton of great things about living here, but a key perk of living in the Middle East is that it’s a central hub for travel to Europe, Africa, and Asia. In August, there is a three-day holiday, and Sri Lanka seemed an optimal choice as it’s only a four-hour flight. Our original itinerary included an elephant safari as well as some beach time on Sri Lanka’s East coast; however, through a series of unfortunate events, the airport we needed to transfer to suddenly closed which meant we needed a new itinerary.  My husband decided to cancel, and I opted to fly solo and find alternative accommodations near Colombo, Sri Lanka’s capital. I found this great retreat online called, Earthlinks, surrounded by jungle but close to the west coast beaches which are famous for surfing…

Hello, quiet one. I see you sitting on the sidelines. Still and silent while your friend’s rambunctious energy floods the air. You would much rather be sitting quietly reading your favourite book or drawing on blank pages, and that’s okay. People will say that you are shy and introverted. Maybe they are right, but you are much more than your discreet nature allows some to see. You are bright and curious. Intelligent and wise. You can accomplish anything you set your mind to because you have the courage of a lion. Rest assured that you don’t need to be loud to be successful. I know you can do this because you are a girl. Hello, bossy girl. Do not think I failed to notice you telling the others what to do with conviction. Some people will tell you that your decisive spirit is too much, but they are wrong. You…

This piece is by Kate Rose. It was published by Elephant Journal on August 12th, 2015. We thought it was well worth a share. You can see the original article here. To my sweet wild woman, I know why it hasn’t worked out with anyone else—you don’t need a man, but a goddamn warrior. You are the strength of Turkish coffee at sunrise darlin’ and don’t try to pretend that you’re not. You are one of the wild ones, and no matter how you tried to hide that fact, you can’t be anything other than what you are—and that’s okay. You are just as you are supposed to be, magnificently wild in all of your chaotic beauty. I know you’ve had your heart broken and I know that you don’t understand why it always seems to never work out, but I’ve finally figured it out: You don’t need a man,…

Sigh I shouldn’t even HAVE to write about this. Honestly. It’s disgusting. Please people, for the love of holy things, tell me that you flush your toilet after dropping a deuce when you are at home. Yes? Then why the hell can’t you do the same when you crap in a public washroom? I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve flung open the door to a bathroom stall to be greeted by a bowl full of shite. Your shite. The toilet works too. I know, I flushed it with my foot from the doorway while holding my breath so I wouldn’t have to breathe in your fecal particles as the contents swirled themselves away into our wonderful, magical sewer system. If I can flush the toilet, YOU CAN FLUSH THE TOILET. There is no excuse for not doing so. If for some magical reason you find out after dropping your…

The fact that it’s already September is mind-boggling. I had so many personal goals and plans that had to be put aside this summer. It was more important that my kids summer was fun and the only time I could complete anything was if they were immersed in a show or game and I couldn’t handle the guilt of them being tech zombies. I completely underestimated just how much them being home full-time would affect my ability to complete tasks. The distraction alone thwarted progress. My kids must have set a world record for how many times a person’s name can be spoken in one day. The more I tried to work on something the more they insisted they needed me. It was a clear sign that things weren’t jiving like I’d anticipated they would. There were fun moments paired with frustrating moments as we tried to figure out how…

I love the Internet. Give me a cell phone with the Facebook, Instagram and Twitter apps, and I’ll get lost for four hours (#jokingnotjoking). Do you need to know the full (and rather brief) discography of Sugar Jones? Look it up. Do you need to find out what a burst ear drum looks like (I had no idea and I’m 35)? Look it up. Do you need to understand how Keyboard Cat came to be? You do. Look it up. In fact, the first time I spoke to my boyfriend-now-husband was on ICQ (I hyperlinked that for you sweet, young things). We were in high school in the early 2000s, okay? So, basically, without the Internet, my children’s lives would never have been realized. I know, slightly dramatic. And, as much as I love the instantaneous pleasure of finding an answer several seconds after asking a question, the Internet, of…

You know I’ve said it a time or two. The thoughts are usually accompanied by some horrific picture of my double chin or muffin top fully exposed. I’m sure it comes across as some hilarious caption to an unflattering photo, but the truth is, I believe it. I think Strongman is a sexy sport. But probably not for the reasons you think. When I’m training, I’m focused and determined. I have a goal in mind, and the only way to achieve it is to work for it. One more rep. One more run. One more lift. It’s not always easy and comes with a hefty price. I risk getting hurt. I usually walk away with a bruise or two. Often there are tears because I fear that I’m not reaching my full potential. It’s a gruelling process, and it requires grit to persevere and accomplish the task at hand. So,…