“Staying positive doesn’t mean you have to be happy all the time. It means that even on hard days you know that there are better ones coming.” – Unknown It is an uplifting quote – but – just trusting that better days are coming, sometimes, is simply not enough. We are complex creatures, not only driven by faith, but also…
Stress
I am not going to lie. This has been a challenging year, and we’re only into the month of April. There have been many stressors beyond mine or my family’s control that have created moments, days, even weeks of anxiety and worry, from emotional to financial burdens. It has become increasingly difficult to remain calm, present, and happy. Most days,…
It is a new year. One that is filled with boundless opportunities and pending hopes, dreams, and ambitions. Yet I have not had time to sit and reflect upon this new year, or the year that has passed us by. I have not had a quiet moment to think about myself. What do I hope for this year? What personal…
So here I am. Sitting in the waiting room. One year has passed. Eight years since diagnosis. Scanxiety. It doesn’t get any easier. Time may distance you from the events that altered the course you thought your life was taking, but the scars, the scars never fade away. They are always visible, always present, always in the mind’s eye. Those…
I wish I could say that this has been a good month. It truly should be. It’s June! The skies are blue, the flowers are in bloom, summer is in the air, days are getting longer, and I just returned from a magnificent adventure across the pond and have wonderful new memories settling within my heart. I should feel carefree…
I have found it quite difficult, of late, to pull my thoughts together and create a cohesive piece of writing. I am not sure of the reason, or reasons, I just know I am stuck – like a tire spinning in mud – I’m spewing out random bits of thought yet unable to pull it all together into one fluid…
It has been a whirlwind of a fall/winter – from my husband’s new role [at work] and increased responsibilities; to my own new role [at work], change of shifts, increase of responsibilities; to my son’s hectic schedule with school, recreational sports, and recording sessions – I feel like I am forever chasing days. Add in the responsibilities of parenting and…
Do you remember the childhood game tug-of-war, where both opponents tug hard on a rope, pulling away from each other in an attempt to tug their opponent over to their side, across the line, and if they succeed, they win? Yes. You remember. It was a fun game to play as a child … not so fun to play against…
Autumn It is autumn in Canada. This is the time of year when the rich greens of trees, and full blossomed flowers wither and fade; leaves turn to vibrant shades of red, orange, and yellow; morning dew coats the browning grass; wasps flit all around, buzzing on their sugar high; and the wildlife surrounding us prepares for long, cold winter…
For those of you who follow my blog, first let me apologize for being MIA once again. It seems to be an annual occurrence – me, missing in action during the summer months. Although I did upload a post on July 20th entitled Healing From Trauma, I truthfully haven’t written or invested time in my blog since. I wish I…