My life changed dramatically back in October of last year when we left Victoria and moved across the country to Windsor, yet we've settled in to our new home so quickly and well that it's strange to think we've been here such a very short time! Sometimes I have to remind myself just how different things are for me these days.
I'm living in a brand new city, in another province, in a whole different part of the country.
We don’t have to live the rest of our lives convincing ourselves, and others, that change is impossible. We can choose to make a difference if we want our lives to look different.Are we waiting for someone to give us permission to make changes in our life? Are we not willing to give ourselves permission to choose ways to live healthier, with more peace and more joy? What have you put off? A change for the better always starts with one step.“The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.” — Albert Schweitzer...more
No, this is not a fitness post gone wrong, by telling you to dive off your treadmill. That would probably be dangerous, and hurt. Jumping off the treadmill is a term we have used for the last couple of years. Basically it means that life can be like running on a treadmill, you run like hell and never get anywhere. You get the job to pay the bills, to work some more, and pay more bills. It never ends, unless you get off the treadmill, look around, and reevaluate. ...more
Tonight, while hubby and I were having dinner, the doorbell rang. It was our landlord’s representative, serving us papers that say we have 60 days to move out. My heart dropped to my stomach and my delicious food turned sour! And no, we haven’t done anything wrong. It is our misfortune to be renting. Sigh!...more
There is so much that nobody told me, how my life would change when I became full-blown menopausal: besides everything becoming life-changing, for some (like me), the never-ending up and down experiences have been, to some degree, rather traumatizing. And because there isn’t a manual, per say, I thought I’d brave to share just a little of my daily life, since becoming menopausal, more than two years ago now, and much of which has become embarrassing moments....more
For most women—especially this woman—letting go isn’t easy to do, we don’t fully grasp the concept. We are plastic wrap, double-sided sticky tape, bubble gum on the bottom of a rubber-soled-shoe, skin-on-skin—we invest for the long haul, and our cling is stronger than super glue on steroids. We do not go gently. I attempted to make a list of all times I let go without having a gun at my head forcing me to let go. It went like this…...more