Pull the Damn Pin
Love & Relationships

Pull the Damn Pin

After years of remaining tightly…

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I’m A Big Catch!
Career

I’m A Big Catch!

The secret is finally out!…

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Little Fish, Big Pond!
Career

Little Fish, Big Pond!

It’s been ten weeks since…

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Living Without Regrets
Career

Living Without Regrets

On March 15, 2018, I…

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It’s been ten weeks since I left the comfort of regular work. Walking in at 9 am and wrapping it up by 5 pm. The usual grind and what most find to be the easiest to manage when it comes to scheduling and of course budgeting. But as all of you know, it wasn’t working for me. I needed a change, and so I walked away from it all in hopes that shortly I would find my place and begin working a little more independently and creatively. I immediately started living the barista life over at Love Love Food a couple of shifts per week while I got it all figured out. Tony was able to use some of my skills to help get his new shop organized, and so I’ve spent some time working behind the scenes too. This work helped him out after the big move, and it allowed…

I have been buried in my laptop for weeks. I’m not complaining. I’m getting everything I asked for when I made changes to my work life. More independence in my work, a flexible schedule, and opportunities I couldn’t pass up. But I’m finding that with all of the different things I have going on, it’s been a real curveball to stay on top of everything. And because I’ve joined a new team, (news on that soon!), and I’m still rocking the hustle at the bistro, I’m hyper-aware of the fact that this project needs some pencilled in time to make sure I’m getting all of the things done. I’ve always found that a dedicated space for certain projects makes it a little easier to stay focused and on task. Earlier this year I gave my home office a bit of a revamp to make sure that I spent more time writing.…

Well, it looks like today is the day. The blog is officially launching, I’m headed on a coffee tour in Kingston, and I may or may not be losing my mind with excitement. For you, the one reading this, it may be no big deal. So, what. A few people are going to throw up some articles on the interwebs and when and if you feel like it, you’ll read them. Yippee. But for us, me especially, it’s a big deal. I have always found great comfort in the relatable. The “Oh, my guuurd! Me too!” moments we have with friends, relatives, even strangers. It’s nice to know that the things we are feeling or going through others are experiencing too. Maybe you’re a mom who’s had a really rough day with the kids. Perhaps you’re struggling with your career, and you’re unsure that the road you have taken is…

The Sunday afternoons of my childhood were spent puking into plastic bags in backseat of a station wagon. Picture something quite similar to a scene right out one of the Family Vacation movies. But with puking. Lots and lots of puke. So. Much. … Okay, I think you get the picture. Did I mention how much fun it was? Sing-a-longs, bags of cheese curds, pulling over every 30 kilometres to take in the sights, sounds and smells. Hiking up Whiteface Mountain, crossing the border to watch large ocean liners trudge through the nearby locks at sunset or searching for frogs and snakes at good old Loch Garry. No adventure was ever too big or small for my parents. For they knew (or it just struck me that perhaps they absolutely never even considered it) they were igniting this insatiable desire for adventure in all of their three children. The same…

How Addressing my Internal Messiness set me on the Road to External Organization Growing up, I had a messy room – Clothes piled high in my closet; papers were strewn about the floor. This, understandably, drove my mother nuts! But I had a full schedule of instant-messaging friends, skipping class and counting down days until graduation. Tidiness was a silly something reserved for cranky parents. Yes, freak-outs occurred when I couldn’t find my prized Abercrombie jeans (which, admittedly, was often) but cleaning my room was not on the menu. Looking back, my road to external organization actually began with addressing my internal messiness. Although my childhood room was a disaster, parental overhead and high school provided enough structure for young me to “keep it together.” Things took a distinct turn, however, post-graduation. While studying acting in NY, it became achingly clear that I was unqualified to care for myself. Think Black Swan. By the time my…