I’m Choosing To Live In A Moment Of Delusion

So, who’s sad to see 2020 go? Show of hands! Anyone? Perhaps someone in the back? Huh, no one is raising their hand. That’s an intriguing turn of events. I thought that there would be one misguided soul tearfully sing Auld Lang Syne with a raised glass of champagne.  Well, look at that! The glassesContinue reading “I’m Choosing To Live In A Moment Of Delusion”

Is Disability A Bad Word?

I recently watched a video of two able-bodied people talking about the word disability. They thought it was degrading and humiliating. They decided, if their bodies ever malfunctioned, that they would prefer differently-abled because it didn’t sound as weak, and they wouldn’t feel so alone. If someone called them disabled? That would be too awfulContinue reading “Is Disability A Bad Word?”

Finding Happy: On The Royal Mile

Is the cabin fever getting to anyone else? Is it too soon to make fever allusions? Have you, like me, actually tried to scale the walls of your home? You found a bug bite on your thigh and thought, for a fleeting six minutes and thirty-two seconds, that the universe was giving you a supernaturalContinue reading “Finding Happy: On The Royal Mile”

Abolishing The Always

As a general rule, I choose to live my life in that awkward grey space that sits between two extremes. Life, as I’ve experienced it, isn’t all white or all black. It’s rarely all good or all bad. Most of the time, my journey has been a mix of bleeding watercolours that have created anContinue reading “Abolishing The Always”

Finding Happy: In A Needle?

First off, that title, it’s not what it sounds like. I assure you it’s perfectly innocent. It’s as innocent as Christmas and Santa Clause, which is an odd comparison for me to make. If you know me, then you know I’m not a fan of the holidays. I don’t dislike them, and I don’t hateContinue reading “Finding Happy: In A Needle?”

Finding Happy: On A Frustrating Day

A few hours after my epic, and misguided, hike last weekend, the provincial government put parts of my province on lockdown. Confirmed cases are going up, and my region is topping the list. We’re number! Where’s my foam finger? Too bad it’s not the middle finger because that would perfectly express my feelings right now.Continue reading “Finding Happy: On A Frustrating Day”

Finding Happy: On A Lonely Trail

I woke up early on Saturday morning and crawled out of bed. Now, I’m not a morning person, so there was a groan, a sigh, and I questioned my sanity. This is a day when sensible people sleep in and slowly start their weekend. Me? I was getting up with the sun and getting readyContinue reading “Finding Happy: On A Lonely Trail”

Finding Happy: On The Streets of Paris

I’m feeling a little claustrophobic, and I’ve climbed the walls two dozen times in the last week alone. The restlessness is making my knee bounce up and down. There’s an itch I can’t scratch because flexibility is a myth. Or, I’m too tightly wound to be bend over backwards and kiss the sky. That bigContinue reading “Finding Happy: On The Streets of Paris”

Finding Happy: In A Few Tea Leaves

I decided that this was the perfect time to go out into the world in hope of Finding Happy because it’s a snappy title. Also, I really want to live a happier life, and right now, I’m not entirely sure what that means or what makes me happy. The best way to figure that out,Continue reading “Finding Happy: In A Few Tea Leaves”

A Realist Walks Into A Magical Forest

The wind is howling outside my window. I think the building just shuddered or was that a flinch? The glass is rattling. The trees are bending and twisting. How can something so sturdy bend like that? Do they practice yoga when we’re not looking, or is it a more primordial art? They have to doContinue reading “A Realist Walks Into A Magical Forest”