Were you brought up to believe that working hard is the key to a successful life? That was the vibe for me. As the descendent of Germans, Hungarians, Irish, Scots and Ukrainians, putting in a solid effort was the only option for my pioneering ancestors.
During World War II, my grandfather walked/escaped with his family from the Ukraine to Berlin. His mother had a baby on the way (adding to her other 5 children), as they hid in barns and begged for food to stay alive. In Berlin, he met my grandmother (who had survived her mother’s death and then abandonment from the rest of her family), wooed her, married her and then convinced her to join the rest of his family who was leaving Europe behind for the unknown jungles of… Paraguay.
It was a large Mennonite community who boarded boats and made their way to a basically uninhabitable piece of land in Paraguay, called the Chaco. Other groups had tried to make a life there but had left after only a few weeks because the...
Several years ago, I was reading a great magazine called the Intelligent Optimist (which is sadly now out of print). It had one of those “In” and “Out” columns, as in what’s in and what’s out.
I noticed that it said Balance was out and Harmony was in.
That got me to thinking. A lot. I was captivated by the notion and found myself doing a deep dive into considering why balance might be out and harmony might be in. I did some research into the concepts, and then I decided to see what my body had to say.
It confirmed what the Intelligent Optimist had suggested. Balance was indeed “out”.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Balance is definitely important when you’re doing things like walking (especially on tight ropes) or canoeing or taking a tour on a Stand Up Paddleboard. It’s good for tree pose, standing on ladders and high-heeled escapades.
But if you’re trying to live your life so that it fits into one of...
I just told my daughter, Zoe, the title of this week’s blog post and asked her if she could guess what JOMO was. She asked, “Joy of missing out?”
“Yes!” I replied with surprise. “How did you know?”
“Just because of who you are,” she answered. Awww. Isn’t that so sweet?
Then we had fun thinking of some other J-word possibilities:
Joseph of Missing Out
Jello of Missing Out
Jiggly of Missing Out
So really, you see, joy is the only option.
Now, here’s what I want to share with you about FOMO and JOMO. ( By the way, I didn’t come up with JOMO. A few months ago, I was searching for an image that could depict FOMO and I saw some photos that said The Joy of Missing Out. I thought it was brilliant and tucked it into my back pocket, knowing it would come in handy at some point. We're at that point now!)
Last week, the fam and I were getting ready to go backpacking into the wilds of the Rocky...
Let's get right to it and let's be blunt, shall we? This past Sunday kind of sucked. Of course, even in the middle of something sucking, I’m thinking: This will make a great blog post as soon as I get through it! Sure enough, I got through it (with tear-streaked mascara tracks running down my face for much of it) and it seemed like there was some gold in there for you, which makes it all worthwhile.
What I wanted to share with you are 3 important things to know about thoughts.
1-Thoughts are magnetic
When you have an uplifting thought, other thoughts of the same frequency want to join in the fun, which is very nice.
On the flipside, when you have a thought that’s pessimistic, negative, sarcastic, resentful, angry and so on, you’ll notice many of its cronies seem to flood your brain.
Case in point. On Sunday, I was cleaning our fantastic new home while my family did other things. A little pity party started brewing with a thought like: Why am I the only...
This past Sunday (July 25), my beloved husband, Paul, and I celebrated our 23rd anniversary. (We had to do some math to figure out how long!)
We decided to go to Kelowna, BC (a lovely lake town about 7 hours away from us) in honour of our special day.
A few things happened on our trip that help to illustrate why I think our marriage has been so successful to date.
1- Forest fires and optimism
Calgary (where we live) has been smokey on and off for the last few weeks due to many fires in the provinces adjacent to us on both sides. We knew we would be heading into potentially even more smoke, but we were optimistic regardless. Perhaps you’re familiar with the feeling of just wanting to get away and see some new sights?
On our drive, we ended up driving right by some fires in the mountains. Like literally trees burning just above us. However, the highway was still open, so we assumed we were safe.
Despite the very proximous fires (I...
Some people in my family love change (me and my daughter, Zoe) and some people don’t love it quite as much (my husband, Paul, and my son, Oakley).
That means that some of us are really loving our new place and some of us are taking a little longer to adapt.
It was really Zoe who wanted to move in the first place because, for the last 3 years, she and Oakley have shared a room. They got the master bedroom in our old place and we put almost floor to ceiling bookcases in the middle to divide up the space.
However, Oakley talks a lot in his sleep (Zoe kept a journal of the funniest things he said) and he sings in the morning, just as he’s waking up, so Zoe really felt the need for some more privacy and quiet in her own space.
We found a 3 bedroom condo, so she’s thrilled and is happily decorating her room with 4 walls. She even has an ensuite bathroom, so she’s living the life.
I was happy to move again because I like moving, change and novelty....
I’m sitting here in our lovely, spacious, luxurious, bright, modern new home, reflecting on what an absolute gong show it was to move in here. Let me tell you why and then I’ll share some learnings and some photos of our new place, along with this month’s Self-Care Masterclass topic.
Last Tuesday, we started our exodus from our amazing little lifestyle condo. We had scheduled three days for our move to our new place. The way we like to move is sans boxes, meaning that we have a bunch of rubbermaid containers that we fill up, drive over and empty to go back and do more of the same.
Most of Tuesday was spent making trips back and forth using our car, along with a borrowed vehicle from my mother-in-law. It worked quite well, apart from the heat wave and a 3 hour delay in being let into our new place. My husband, Paul, managed to teach a number of hours of summer school along with packing, driving and unpacking, and the kids and I worked around his schedule.
Well, we’ve moved and it was quite the experience. I’ll share more about that adventure next week. In the meantime, I wanted to tell you all about another exciting area of my life.
If you’ve been with me for a while, you may know that my daughter, Zoe, is on a Netflix show called Black Summer. If you’re brand new around here, I’ll give you a little background (and a refresher for the rest of you).
That's Zoe on the left.
Zoe has been acting professionally since she was about 5. She was the voice of Pillow Featherbed in the animated series called Lalaloopsy (before she could even read!). She also did a number of commercials for TV and radio, along with some small parts in some movies.
My husband and I never dreamed of having kids in acting (our son, Oakley acts as well) but that’s what happened. They expressed their interest and we’ve done everything we can to support them.
When Zoe was 14, she landed a role on the zombie apocalypse...
Guess what...I’m moving today! Into our bright, spacious, modern, luxurious new home! (That’s been my mantra and intention since January.)
Rather than provide you with a narrative this week, I’m going to lead by example and give myself the gift of acknowledging that I need and want to focus on moving, because as you know, moving requires a lot of energy.
I’ll be back in your inbox next week with something exciting and/or profound and/or comical to share.
Have a most exceptional day.
With mobile love and progressing courage,
Creator of Courageous Self-Care
Lover of moving
Currently living in happy chaos
I used to be scared of you. Well, not you specifically, but I was scared of the vague collection of all the you’s who read my blog and emails.
I also used to be scared of people who visited my website and the people I met who asked me, “So, what do you do?”
Why would I be so scared of you?
I was fearful of being judged, rejected and misunderstood.
Here’s what I did for years. I would create an amazing program or coaching package. I would do all the hours and hours of behind the scenes work, crafting the language, making the visuals, putting all the pieces in place. And then I wouldn’t tell a soul.
That got frustrating for my big heart that just wanted to share and teach, so I upped my game. I thought if I really went all out and invested in something big, I would have to tell people because I would be motivated to make a return on my investment. I put a down payment on a retreat that I decided I was going to run in Costa Rica. I planned out...