This post is sponsored by Metabolic Mindset. All content and opinions are my own.
I first met Geoff Vacon of Metabolic Mindset when we were both working at a retail store in the fall of 2018, and I immediately recognized him as “one of my people”. I found out that he was from Halifax, and living in Moncton while he was taking a course to become a paramedic, and we had a lot of friends in common.
I’ve been on hiatus from writing, and it has been a choice, and then again, it hasn’t. This last year and a half has kicked my ass. I have moved from what I did for work and who I was, to what I do and who I am now. There has been depression, anxiety, lethargy, weight gain, self loathing and feelings of unworthiness. I keep feeling that I should be feeling something, or doing something, but I don’t and I can’t. Not every day, but enough of them that the good days feel far apart, and much too short. Continue reading “Turning the Tables”
I have been at a loss for words lately. I’ve had lots of ideas about what to write, but nothing spurred me on to sit and put the thoughts on paper. I couldn’t even come up with the opening line, of any of the stories that swirled around in my head. To be honest, they weren’t even stories, they were “snippets” of stories, in a sea of nothingness.
I had even stopped reading other people’s stories and blogs, because I was afraid that I would get an idea from them, and then somehow pass it off as my own. Even as I was comforted that many of them were telling my story, the fact that they put those thoughts into form and I couldn’t reinforced my “writer’s block”. Continue reading “It’s only words…”
This story has taken 4 years to write, but don’t worry, it won’t take that long to tell.
It all started in July 2014, two months before my 50th birthday. Ray and I were visiting his brother’s cottage, along with other family members. We were enjoying the sun and the water, and I was feeling proud of how I looked as an almost 50-year-old. So proud in fact, that I took a picture of me rocking a bikini. (that’s Ray’s brother in the background).
I am almost ashamed to admit it now but there was a time when one of my favorite sayings was “Build a bridge and get over it.” I quoted it to friends who were struggling with how to move on from difficult situations.
I meant well with those words. I thought it was good advice. Figuratively building a bridge to get from one place to another, and a way over difficult terrain. I haven’t thought about or used that phrase in a long time. I was reminded of it today when I was in my driveway because I could hear the noise from the machines that are pounding the steel supports into the ground for the new bridge that is being built to replace the causeway between Moncton and Riverview. Continue reading “Building Bridges”
We have three cats in our house, and that means I spend a fair bit of time cleaning the litter boxes. Today, while I was at this task, I realized that even though Forrest Gump says that life is like a box of chocolates, it can also be a lot like litter boxes. Here are some of the lessons that I have learned: Continue reading “Lessons from the litter box”