When you’re faced with change, do you embrace it? Or run from it? Two options that are vastly different from one another. But it doesn’t end there. If you accept it, the journey has only begun. Decline, and well, maybe you’ll live on facing a lot of what ifs? Or perhaps maybe not.
I accepted, and it was not, and has not been simple. Continue Reading
Hi everyone! Kyla here…I’m happy to welcome a new contributor to the Peaks & Harbours team, my dear friend Vanessa Norris. Vanessa is an amazing mom to two girls, a kick-ass high school Science teacher and passionate environmentalist. So without further ado, please welcome Vanessa!
What does it mean to spend a year at home with a baby and toddler?
I have finally accepted that I am clinging on to the last few threads of my second maternity leave with white knuckles and a raw heart.
Hello Peaks & Harbours readers! Go gently on this first-time bloggess (bloggeuse? bloggetrix?). A few months ago, Kyla wrote about our book club, and I want to carry on with the conversation about #selfcare but maybe extend it to just mean #care.
In my endless quest to find balance between technology and sanity – without moving off-grid to start my own self-sustainable textile/veggie farm – I have begun to institute Sans Social Media Saturday. No instagram, no facebook, no websites, no email…
I’ve had a grand total of ONE of these Saturdays. Apparently I was firmly stuck in the procrastination station, because although I’ve had this idea for months, I just instituted it last weekend.
So how’d it go, you ask?
Rest assured faithful readers, this is not a click bait ad (Bree and I haven’t lost our minds) that you might see on other “news” sites. No, this is a real-honest-to-goodness-true-life-experience by yours truly. In fact, as I sat on a hospital bed at Mount St. Joseph’s a few days ago, clutching the thin blue gown that barely concealed my nether regions, I had to force myself to take seriously the words of the doctor as he explained to me that the reason I’d been having concussion-like symptoms was actually due to “too much screen time” and not a brain aneurism like my anxiety convinced myself it was.
Finn and I were holding onto each other as the ferry pitched side to side, the view out the window oscillating between: sky, water, sky, water. As inevitably happens in these types of situations, I immediately started planning our heroic escape from a possibly sinking ship – I would abandon my laptop and our clothes to use our backpack to somehow strap Finn to my body and swim safely to shore in the freezing waters. Passengers screamed around us, a man sitting beside us filmed the chaos on his phone, and I shrieked silently inside as I stroked Finn’s head and told her we’d be fine.