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I have spent most of the last week deeply involved in the process of "getting ready" for Christmas - tidying the house, wrapping gifts, making cookies - doing things in the house, and away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. I love this week as it gives me time to reflect on... Continue Reading →
If you've somehow stumbled across this blog, chances are you're fairly familiar with social media, and so, like me, since July 1, you've been seeing a multitude of reminders on how we're half way through the year. Given the kinds of accounts that I follow, this means that I've been reminded vociferously about how I... Continue Reading →
I know the new year is officially here - and by extension I should be tackling all those amazing goals and resolutions I so carefully laid out for myself - but with the kids still off school, we are still very much in a holiday sort of mood. Â And by that I mean, we're in... Continue Reading →
"Patience is the ability to count down BEFORE you blast off." There's a scene that is repeated over and over again in my life. Â It happens at the gym - I have a barbell in front of me, it is loaded with a significant amount of weight, it is near the end of my workout,... Continue Reading →
I heard this quote a few weeks ago while listing to the Rich Roll Podcast.  It's a long interview, with a LOT of interesting trains of thought, but by far, the concept that stuck with me the most was this idea of making things easy. With the start of a new year, and ten new... Continue Reading →
Last week at the gym, this happened: Yup . . . I fell while trying to do a heavy lift . . . and I laughed. Â When I showed the Coach the video, instead of offering some insightful commentary of why it was exactly that I missed the lift, he simply said "you laughed because... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I got the best gift ever. Â A whole morning with the house to myself. Â The Husband took the kids out to run an "errand" (which turned out to be purchasing a new guitar at a specialty guitar store in Mississauga). Â And I was left to my own devices. Â And I did . . .... Continue Reading →
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