95% of the time I spend using Highlighters in this office is NOT to underline important information. No no, but rather to produce that soul satisfying “pop” sound they make when you handle them properly. And all just for the purpose of putting a smile on my face. I can…
Remember, I say to myself as I try and fail to get motivated, it’s August. You’re dormant this month. Going dormant is a practice that I’ve begun to develop within myself. And it started with a quote: Be kind to yourself. Nothing in nature blooms all year. When I read…
That Day in June, we had a conversation in the van. “I think we should probably throw in the towel,” Husband Jamie said, “it’s been a long while and nothing’s happened. And I’m turning 40 soon. I don’t think I want to start a whole fertility process.” “It’s been almost…
Got my red belt in karate this weekend. My first coloured belt; I’m no longer the lowest on the totem pole! My gi has pizzazz now: and I’m proud fit to burst. So often, in the dojo and out in the world, I see people brushing off their achievements. “Yeah, I…
In April I had the opportunity to speak at a Women's Business Network breakfast, and I spoke about a topic that I deem extremely important. Read on to find out how to start listening to the language of your body. Your body is great. I’ve said this before in another…
I love treating runners. I love, love, love it. Not because I’m a runner myself, and not just because runners tend to be concerned for their own health and well-being (although I do love that about them). Runners are a cohort of people that have an energy all unto themselves,…
I’m on a mission to “create space” in my head. That was part of my homework when I had my nutritional consult recently, and I’ve been searching for it ever since. Meditation is the obvious choice for opening the mind, but meditation, it should be said, is like stabbing myself…
I’m standing naked in front of my full-length mirror. This is my exercise in exiting my comfort zone today, and boy, is it ever working. Having grown up in a rather liberated household, I’ve always been comfortable disrobing in front of others in a changeroom, or around family. Disrobing in…
I’m staring at my feet. I’ve been staring at my feet for the last two minutes, trying not to distract myself. My feet are planted into my vibrant purple yoga mat. My knees are bent just a little, and my upper body is flopped over, my arms hanging down by…
