Dare To Dream

Do you give yourself permission to dream?

And what we want, we know we can’t believe,
We have all learned to kill our dreams.
-Twenty One Pilots; We Don’t Believe What’s On T.V

Allowing yourself to dream of what you truly want is an extremely vulnerable experience. It takes courage to let yourself invest (even in your mind and heart) in the possibility of having what you desire and being willing to acknowledge how it might not match your current reality.

The more stuck you feel in the life you are living, the more threatening dreaming will seem to you. If you feel powerless of being able to change your reality, you won’t want to let yourself dream of alternatives that feel completely out of your reach.


The catch, though, is that without dreaming we may just stay stuck. As scary and vulnerable as it feels, we must allow ourselves to dream. Once we dream, and connect to that dream and fall madly in love with that ideal reality, the more real and possible it will become to us. Unfortunately though, when we start, it feels impossible.

And might I add, impossible in a very different way than some “impossible” dreams we actually do let ourselves HYPOTHETICALLY connect to – like winning the lottery.

The “winning the lottery” dream is one a lot of people allow themselves to dream about because it is so absurd and so out of their control. Connecting to that dream doesn’t put them on the spot for doing ANYTHING (except maybe buying lotto tickets). It doesn’t confront their reality – because in this dream it will be something that magically happens to them, and then life will improve. It isn’t asking them to push their comfort zones, confront their ideas on what is achievable, what they are capable of, or ask them to test their courage or dedication in making it so. Investing in those type of impossible dreams keeps us off the hook for making meaningful changes in our lives; leaving that dream life to the fates of Lotto 649.

When we do let ourselves dream a bit, we have a lot of “rational thoughts” that quickly stop ourselves from dreaming, or disconnect from the ones we were dreaming of. Some of these are stories we have about society and the way the world works (“I need to work a full-time job until I’m 65, that’s just the reality of the world we live in.”). These stories limit us in having to follow the rules we have about the world. The other stories that rush in to pinch us out of our dream-state are stories we have about ourselves (“I would never be able to xyz” “Maybe if I was smarter/richer, but I’m not xyz enough”) . These stories limit us in an even more restrictive way; because EVEN IF this would be possible for “someone”, we believe WE are the reason it can’t happen for us.

If you find yourself here, I encourage you to challenge it. Stories are just stories. Once we fully embrace that; whether it’s a societal norm or our own doubts about our capabilities, we can see those stories as simply stories – and start editing.

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve been there; whether it was keeping myself awake or scaring the shit out of myself so that I’d wake up from a dream. It’s not an easy process to start allowing yourself to dream, and then once you do to keep letting yourself do it. To actually lean into the possibility instead of drowning it into the “in an ideal world” realm of ridiculousness. It’s not like all of a sudden you are going to let yourself believe the “impossible” is possible. It’s a process. A process that requires you to lean into things that feel impossible. A process that demands you keep giving yourself permission to do something that seems even more of a waste than buying lotto tickets. Investing in what you want, even if it seems like it will never come true.

Without dreaming you won’t connect. Without letting yourself connect and lean in, you can’t even begin the process of seeing the possibility in the impossible. And without seeing possibilities, your dream will always be impossible. When you start to see possibilities and ways you may be able to make it happen, the steps you could take to get closer to reaching your dream start to appear. Once you see steps, it’s time for action. Again, permission and courage are your anchors and propellers here.

PERMISSION AND COURAGE!! (Just in case you missed that)

If you haven’t seen the TED Talk or completed the “Drawing your Future” exercise, I encourage you to watch it and then do it!

The exercise involves drawing your current state and your desired reality; and then identifying 3 bold steps that would get you from here to there. I did this exercise about a year and a half ago for the first time. I still have this bristol board up against my wall. The thing that stands out to me the most on it now is the visible struggle I had to give myself permission and have the courage to really stick to what I knew was the bold move I really had to make.

I started one of my steps with the label “Quit current job” and then added “Reduce hours OR” and finally added “change hours” because I wasn’t even at the point that the dream was even remotely possible or reasonable (Not even the reducing hours felt doable!). I was starting to see my dream (as outlined in my desired reality) but I wasn’t allowing myself to lean into that dream enough to accept that quitting my job was an actual step I would take.

I look back on it now and laugh, as I did actually quit the job I had, and now that I’m on the other side it’s a whole different story. Now those impossible dreams are my almost everyday reality, and the steps I identified to get there (that once felt too insane to even write down) are simply parts of my story.

With practice, giving yourself permission and courage to dream does get easier. I find I am much more playful with my dreams now; allowing myself to dream of what I want without getting caught up in the HOW. I don’t need to feel like it’s realistic to let myself dream about it. Sure, not everything I dream will become true. I don’t even need to be sure it’s what I want in order to let myself dream and sit with it, and I think this is important because if we limit ourselves to dream about things we are sure about, it restricts our possibility-creator-machine!

Sure, maybe in a year from now I will decide not to buy a school bus and make it my home; however, by allowing myself to dream of these things that intrigue me that I hadn’t before considered, it opens up for more and more possibilities to be created too. Who knows what I’ll dream up if I keep allowing myself to dream!?

When I give myself permission to dream I start the path of making it happen. And the path to making it happen is all about new possibilities and creativity. It may not lead where I first thought, but no matter what it will lead me down a path of POSSIBILITY; instead of being stuck in the IMPOSSIBLE. And I am quite confident that if I keep dreaming and stay invested enough in a certain dream; one way or another, I will be living it.

It’s kind of funny that in order to stop getting stuck in IMPOSSIBLE, you need to invest in the IMPOSSIBLE. It’s by looking through the impossible that we see what’s really possible. It’s by DREAMING that we can create our new REALITY.

With permission and courage; be a dreamer, a possibility machine, and a creator of your ideal reality.

Dream. I dare you.

I’m not a duck.

I’ve been debating whether to write about this. I have decided that sharing this extremely uncomfortable thing is the most authentic way I can stay true to my values. To share my experience with those who are interested in hearing how I am coping with difficulty and being able to live my values and grow through it.

I’m letting her words be heard, just as she intended they’d be. Not for her. For me. For my readers who want to hear my experience of how I drew on the lessons and the strategies I’ve learned to help me move through this process.

Because unfortunately life involves being hurt by others, and it’s these times of deep hurt that it’s really hard to stay the course. It’s really difficult to pick yourself up and hold your worth and your knowing. It’s at this time that your values, your strength, and your grit must carry you on wards.

A few days ago there was a very hurtful, personal attack, published on my blog. Hate, ignited by a lie. A rumour that was spread throughout my former family like wild fire, resulting in flames being thrown my way from all over, including this post.


How could you be such a hurtful person, the wounded little dragon rising from the ASHES, BULLSHIT! You need to live with the hurt you have caused several members of my family at a time when they were the most vulnerable. All they asked for was the TRUTH and some understanding of what was happening to them, as a result of your actions.

You talk about living your personal truth and being your authentic self through this journey you are on, well it is NOT supposed to be at the deliberate expense of another human being. You are not definitely not in the right profession, in actual fact you are making a mockery of others that take it so seriously.

Unbelievably dumbfounded by your actions over the last 6 months!!

I’m not going to pretend here. This devastated me. For someone who rarely cries, I sure made up for it that day. I was heartbroken. I couldn’t believe someone I loved, and felt so close to, could believe such cruel things about me. Believe them so completely that they decided it was even within their right to lash out at me publicly. From ‘one of my biggest fans’ to this.

Flooded with emotions. Hurt. Grief. Anger. Disbelief.

I know the best thing to do with this is to lean in and just let myself feel it. All the shitty, horrible emotions. In fact, I know this lesson so well now that even when encouraged to look on the bright side, or move on too quickly (before acknowledging all the feelings), I dismiss it. I’ve even taken the opportunity to share why it’s healthier not to do such things at this time. So I’m letting myself be what I am – heartbroken.

I don’t do well when people are mad at me. It feels unsafe. It goes against my safety map of keeping others happy in order to be worthy and safe. It’s been an opportunity for me to practice holding my own worth. But it hasn’t been easy. My body is stuck in fear response. I can tell I need to put more efforts into self-soothing. I wish I could let this roll off my back, but since it’s sitting heavy on my chest instead, I really need to be careful not to beat myself up that I can’t “shrug it off” and make sure to show myself compassion.

I’m not a duck. If you really know you’re not a duck, and someone calls you a duck, you don’t question whether you are one. And, though I find it hurtful that someone believes this about me, I am not in any way looking down and checking for feathers. I’m not questioning my actions, the love and support I gave them, or how authentic, compassionate, or true to my values I have been. You can call me a duck. I’m not a duck.

I found it interesting that one thing that I did let get to me was the remark about being a life coach. It’s very cool to me to see this reaction and understand exactly why that is. I’m a new coach, and it’s something I am deeply passionate about. That being said, it’s also something that brings up doubt and fear. If there’s any doubt lingering about whether I’m a quack (haha see what I did there?? :P), someone saying that you are is enough to throw you into a tail spin. I’m proud I didn’t go too far down this road; having the awareness to know exactly what was happening helped me stop myself from taking these hurtful remarks as some sort of truth or indication that I should question my ability to be a life coach.

It still feels absolutely maddening that she decided to personally and professionally attack me without even giving me the dignity of being heard. I wish I had been given the chance to defend myself. To ask the questions my mind keeps shouting into a void of frustration. To deal with the frustration of being accused of not sharing my truth with the very ones who wanted me to hide it. My work will be letting it go, making peace with never getting that chance or being shown that respect.

I know why they ate this gossip up like chocolate. It’s no mystery to me why relatives from all over were jumping down my throat within a few hours. People believe lies when the lie serves them.

They want, maybe even need, me to be the bad guy here. It’s easier for them to see me as some monster, someone who they’d never want in their family anyway. If I am this evil person, they don’t need to feel sad I’m gone, they can rejoice. It makes this loss easier for them. It also makes it easier if their family member is someone who they feel they can trust, support, and empathize with.

The more the lie serves someone, the more confidently they believe it – even when the truth is staring them in the face. It is this knowing that has provided me some comfort. It really didn’t matter who I was, what I did or didn’t do, and how good to their family I had been. I keep dwelling over it using logic and rational thought; wondering how they could even believe these things about me, when I had given no indication that I was ever that kind of person, and especially considering the source of the information.

Over and over in my mind it goes “I wonder why you’d be dumbfounded, perhaps because it’s UNFOUNDED?! You hear one thing that goes completely against everything of who you thought I was, and instead of questioning or even checking if this new thing was accurate, you instead use the rumour to decide my entire being of who I am is a fraud. ”

What I’ve realized is that none of that mattered because it wasn’t even factored in. They aren’t thinking rationally. They aren’t sitting there trying to make fair judgments. Their emotions are the only things in control here, and if the lie makes it easier emotionally, then there you go. It’s easier to condemn the one who isn’t there than to challenge the one in front of you. It’s easier to hate than to feel grief and loss.

I waited a couple days to see if there would be an attempt at an apology or remorse over this comment, as I know emotions can get the best of us and perhaps with reflection she may have a change of heart. I was disappointed when it didn’t happen, and yet not surprised. By making this public remark about me, she upped the ante on how much she now needs to believe this lie. She needs to believe these horrible things about me, not only because it’s easier, but now her own choices and values are all tied up in it. To see the truth now would involve facing a lot of her own stuff, and as much as it’s disappointing when people don’t own their stuff, it’s also not surprising.

So I get it. But it still hurts. It still sits in me like a knife in the gut; that people who used to be my family, that I loved so dearly and wholeheartedly, can be so cruel. That they can not only reject me so harshly, but outright attack me and try to demoralize me.

It fucking sucks.

But really when it comes down to it, that’s all it does. It just fucking sucks.

It doesn’t say anything about me. It only speaks to who they are.

Their beliefs and actions will not affect how I live or who I am. I am committed to living my values, at the best and worst of times. I will use your words and false judgments to reinforce my knowing. Not to convince others I’m this or that – but to be true to my authentic dragon self.

I will stand strong and fierce.

My heart is broken, my wings are not.

Lessons I’ve Learned Pumping Iron

Over the last month I’ve been exploring a new world – the gym world, and more specifically, the weight training world. Before this, I had never set foot into a gym and I was dead set on the fact that I wouldn’t enjoy it and I’d never do it. Well, I broke that weird promise/old story I had taken as truth for years, and started my most recent ‘outside of my comfort zone’ journey.

Weight training involves exercises such as dead lifts, bench press, bicep curls, and skull crushers using dumbbells and barbells. You do 3 sets of 8-12 reps. When you’re lifting these weights your muscle fibers break down a bit, and then they build back up (even stronger) while you are at rest (i.e. after your workout). 

As someone who is usually involved in more mindfulness – based spiritual forms of activity, like yoga and dancing, pumping iron seemed like it was going to be a very mindless, physically focused venture. Being a deep-meaning seeker and metaphor junkie, I’ve actually found quite a few lessons in the process of heavy lifting.

The first lesson that weight training made excruciatingly clear to me was that I need to REST. Resting, as mentioned above, is actually when and how the muscles get stronger. You need to rest the muscles you’ve worked; something I learned the hard way after my first day of weight training when I tried to justify an intense yoga class as a “rest day” activity. I got what I deserved in not respecting the need for rest; as I ended up having to spend half of yoga in child’s pose so I wouldn’t faint, and most of the rest of the day in bed feeling like shit. Resting includes getting enough SLEEP. Listening to your body and respecting the fact that sleep may be better for you than making another yoga class.

EATING is also a priority in my life now because of weight training. Not only is eating enough a daily goal I meet, but I’ve been paying much more attention to what I’m eating – making sure I’m actually giving my body what it needs (yay protein). Of course, I still have my moments of eating cereal for supper, but overall I’m much better at the quality and quantity of food I consume. It has been the most effective way I have been able to meet my nutritional goals, which I find funny as it is really only a byproduct of this new physical workout routine.

If you really want to do weight training, if you really want to grow and get stronger, you must acknowledge and embrace this need for SELF-CARE. I’ve always known the importance of resting, sleeping, and eating – but by pushing my body with weight training it has now become a non-negotiable. If I don’t take care of myself, the results are now immediate and I simply cannot function how I need to (and I’m not even talking about in the gym). I find it very interesting how much my self-care regime follow-through has improved since I picked up the dumbbells.

I was drawn to weight training because it is one of the best ways known to prevent and slow dementia, and as someone with a much higher-than-norm risk, my motivation is clear and consistent. From the research I have found on the topic of dementia prevention with exercise, it explains that strength training is helping our brains directly (improving blood flow to the brain, increasing nerve-protecting compounds, improving development and survival of neurons, etc). What I also noticed in the research, in addition to exercise, sleep and diet are noted as important factors for prevention. Looking at this now, I suspect that weight training may also be such a single significant player due to the effects it has on these other areas; as I have found the weight training itself is concurrently improving my diet and sleep in remarkable ways – ways I’ve never been able to achieve without the push of my body absolutely demanding it.

My favourite meta insight from learning the world of weight training is that you NEED to FAIL. In fact, you are STRIVING for FAILURE! You’re supposed to lift enough weight that you actually cannot finish your set of reps. FAILING is part of GROWTH. If you don’t fail, you aren’t doing it right. You aren’t growing. You can’t grow without failing. How perfect is that!?

How amazing would it be if that is the approach we take to all growing? It certainly is true; you must be willing to fail, and you will fail, on your way to making progress in all areas of your life. Learning new things, taking chances, starting businesses or new jobs, going after your passions, relationships – failing is part of the process. As much as failure is a part of all progress and living, most of us don’t like to acknowledge or accept it – and some of us do so begrudgingly at best. We are quick to think failing marks a personal deficiency, an indication that we aren’t good enough, and perhaps even that we should give up.

What if we took the weight training approach? That we are striving to fail, to push ourselves to use our best efforts, even though that means we will ultimately fail. If we adopted the idea that in order to grow the most, we should be seeing just how much we can do – how far we can go. And when we do reach our edge, when we fail, we can see it as proof that we were trying our best and that was exactly what we expected of ourselves – that it is the mark of success. When we fail, we won’t just put the weights down and never pick them back up. We will see it simply as a step, a part of the process. Next time we will continue to give it our all, and in time we will fail again – and we will fail better.

When I apply this new outlook to my life, I see things shift. I see myself uninhibitedly going after my dreams with a strength and fierceness that comes from not only losing the fear of failure, but striving to see where my edge is. To meet it so I can push it even further. The knowing that the only way to truly see what I’m capable of is to go to the point where I’m incapable of going further. It makes me curious and excited to see how having that target in mind changes my momentum, and intrigued to discover what happens to that edge when I find it. Would it be like weight training – where the more I fail the stronger I get, and the more weight I can take before failing again? If I don’t fail, does it mean I’m not giving it my all? If I’m not finding that edge, I wonder how much growing I’m really doing.

I love the idea of embracing failure as part of the process, to replace the judgment of failure with celebration, and perhaps even shifting my mindset to be seeking it.

I’m going to continue lifting weights and getting all meta on the weight bench (no wonder I always get distracted while counting). I’ve already made progress and can see results. I wonder how strong and powerful I can become. Not only do I do hard things, I now do heavy things. And I fail every time 🙂

The WHY Trap

Understanding why. Seems innocent enough really, just wanting to understand why things are the way they are, why I feel how I feel, what is making something so. Just like any good toddler, it’s my first reaction to anything that comes up – BUT WHY?!? 

There are times when understanding the reasons/ the drive/ the why/ the intention really comes in handy. It’s actually something I focus on and get my clients to focus on when developing goals. WHY is that important to you? WHY does it matter? WHY?!?! And in those cases, it’s not just helpful it’s truly what makes it valuable at all. You want to lose ten pounds? OK fair enough, but if you don’t know WHY and the bigger picture behind those little goals, if you can’t see what’s so important and meaningful about the destination, if you don’t connect with that, you’re bound to get lost on the way.

However, the dark side of WHY (The WHY trap, as I’m calling it) is a whole other story. It’s not useful, in fact it’s extremely counter productive.

For example, say as a hypothetical, you are sitting there on your couch and you randomly touch the side of your head and notice it hurts. Instead of carrying on with normal life, you may just end up sitting there (semi watching shows) while continuing to press on that spot and questioning “WHY does that hurt? That shouldn’t hurt! Does that have something to do with my sinuses? I don’t know why that part of my head would hurt though? Maybe I’m worse off than I thought with that health issue that has barely even been bugging me today.. How does this pain fit into that? What does it mean?… “

And on and on you might go for a whole fucking hour of pressing this spot that hurts, because you think “This shouldn’t hurt” “This doesn’t make sense to me”, so instead of just letting it be, you continue to press on it. And then after that hour, now with a throbbing head, you realize “Oh right, I smashed it with my car door the other night. Maybe it’s a bruise from that”. And then you laugh your ass off at yourself from now having an aching head because you’ve been pressing on a bruise for a fucking hour. Hypothetically, of course.

When I’m stressed my WHY defense is super high with physical sensations and symptoms and health worries. The one who, just tonight, spent half an hour googling “how long does it take to get symptoms of salmonella” at the off chance the chicken I ate for supper was under-cooked. The one who feels hunger as sickness, fullness as sickness, and can even make tiredness into a chronic disease (this one being one of my family’s favourite jokes). I hate this part of myself. I hate it. It really does feel like torture. Like I’m a prisoner of my mind. 

The WHY defense spreads deeper than the physical, that part just seems to be a symptom or distraction tool from the deeper issues. The WHY defense that probably gets me into all the trouble mentioned above is how I use it on my emotions. If I don’t get WHY I feel the way I do, if I can’t rationalize it, if it doesn’t make sense to me – then I just don’t let myself feel it. And not only do I not let myself just sit with the emotion or feeling that comes up, I dig my heels deep into the distraction of figuring it out – and abort the feeling part altogether.

Getting stuck in the WHY is even more fruitless and frustrating than getting caught in the relentless WHY battle with a 3 year old.

I am better off than I used to be with this stuff, because clearly I can have moments of observing what I’m doing and not doing. It might seem ridiculous, but the fact that I ONLY spent 30 minutes googling tonight before I snapped myself out of it, is a big improvement over what I used to do. And even being able to identify how the WHY is avoidance, and being able to see when I’m trapped in my mind, is progress. Very uncomfortable and frustrating progress, but progress nevertheless.

I have reflected on what I’ve been lacking lately with how I’m spending my time. I see I need to work on getting back on track on some self-care things that are probably contributing to my un-wellness – compounding the effects of avoiding mixed emotions. Things like sleep.

I drank two coffees at 9pm tonight. Hence the middle of the night blog post. This is how amazing I am at life right now.

It’s really hard to keep doing healthy things when you aren’t giving yourself permission to do what you need to be healthy (like sit with emotions). So, might as well just stop going to yoga and meditating and sleeping too, right?

At least I know I’m caught in the WHY trap. Clearly there are feelings I’m not letting myself feel. But knowing what I know, and having the intention of being connected to my feelings, the only thing I can think to say about this right now is.. WHY?!?!?! 😉



When It Feels Right

Laying there in the middle of the room, the only light coming from the candle in the centre of the circle of meditation pillows. I’m all alone, taking in the energy and space. The room is all ready for the workshop that’s about to happen. The workshop I’m about to lead. My first workshop. And I’m not panicking. I’m not even shaking. I’m calm.

I feel an immense sense of zen.

I go through the next three hours; guiding the group through exercises I created, sharing meditations written by my own imagination. I own it. I am authentically myself through everything I say and do. Even down to what I’ve chosen to wear for the event – comfy dance pants, my mala beads, and barefeet. I let go of what I think I should be in this role, and just go with exactly who I am.

I can’t even adequately explain how right it felt. It just felt right. I found my flow. And I enjoyed every second of it. I am so grateful for everyone who participated and allowed me to have the chance to experience that. I cannot wait to do more.

The sense of calm surprised me. Being in genuine flow. It reassured me that what I’m doing is exactly what I want and need to do.

I’ve done a lot of things that I’m proud of that took a lot of courage, that involved acting despite fear. That involved facing fears while shaking in my boots and voice the entire time. And it’s not that those weren’t valuable.. This was just an entirely different ball game.

What a sense of relief when the message is so clear. Clear and calm.

It just feels right.

I’m bringing myself and showing up over and over again in my life and business. As me. 100% me. And it’s the best feeling in the entire world.

Lately, in this state of newfound confidence with who I am, I’ve been able to bring that to business ventures and my personal life and it’s really starting to pay off.

It’s like I’m developing a new level of safety and knowing, purely from within myself, that provides me with a whole new level of strength.

Things feel right. And when they don’t, I don’t do them. Or I learn my lesson pretty damn fast.

Having a strong connection to this sense of zen makes it a lot easier to make decisions and be aware when I feel disconnected from it.

Maybe it’s what people call their intuition? I’m not sure. What I do know is that the more I listen to what feels the most authentic to me, the better I am for it.

The Ultimate Currency


I mean it. It’s no fucking cliché. Our TIME is the most precious thing we have. Time is life. Giving yourself time, making time a priority before anything else if completely fucking life changing.

My main goal in my new lifestyle revolves around the idea that FREEDOM equals my TIME – and it’s my number one priority to protect it by being extremely intentional with how I use it.

Too often we give up our time freely, give in to the status quo of being time-poor, and work our asses off to only end up struggling to stuff everything we want into our limited “free time”.

What if life didn’t have to be that way? What if we are the ones who decide how we spend our time – literally, how we SPEND it. Just like our money – society tries to tell us how to spend that too. We’re so used to the “way it is” that we’ve lost the sense of empowerment and ownership of our lives; in the money we “need” and the way we “need” to spend our time to get said money to pay for the things that are paramount to our existence.

Time is the price you pay every day, for everything you decide to do. It’s not just about your “free time” – you are choosing how to spend every moment of your life. It doesn’t always feel like it; it can be easy to fall into the trap of believing we are being forced to “give up” our time – that we are helpless victims in this life where the only thing we can possibly control is how we use our two weeks vacation. There’s a belief that the choices we get to make around living out our values only falls into the category of the “life” section of “work/life balance” – and since that time is already super limited due to external circumstances, we are let off the hook with making many decisions when it comes to that time too.

The illusion that we don’t have autonomy when it comes to our own lives and how we spend the time we have, is a powerful one that many people struggle with. Bursting that bubble may be shocking, but it will give you your life back.

Think about life using TIME as the ultimate currency. Work is costing you time. Chores are costing you time. Exercising costs you time. Hanging out with friends costs you time. Volunteering costs you time. Watching TV costs you time. Sleeping costs you time. EVERYTHING is constantly costing you time.

So what’s worth your time?

There’s no right or wrong here. It’s completely up to you. The important part is that you are aware of the cost you are paying, and whether you are content and fulfilled with your decision to spend your time -your life- in that way. There’s no one looking over your shoulder making sure you make responsible time-spending decisions. No one gets to dictate what your life should be about – you are the one who gets to spend your time how you best see fit. You are the one handing out the stacks of cash – and it’s up to you that you aren’t ripping yourself off.

We protect our money more than we protect our time, and I personally feel that this is backwards.  Yes, we need money, and yes we need to work to make that money. But in terms of what we are going after, what we are willing to sacrifice – it always seems like we are more than willing (as a given) to sacrifice our time for money and things.

If TIME is our goal – having time as the priority – what we choose to do, sacrifice, and even what we want starts to change.

Giving yourself the gift of time is the best gift you can give.
With time, your needs become simpler. Your wants become fewer. Seriously, I never imagined I’d feel less of a desire (need) for my Starbucks coffee or not seriously miss getting massages. Once you have time it’s surprising how much of these wants you will easily let go of.

I think it’s no surprise to any of my readers that money is not something I’m feeling particularly secure in lately. I mean, people don’t typically choose to live without a kitchen just for fun. And though these circumstances are quite significant, the truth is I’ve been broke before. And I’ve certainly spent the majority of my time living paycheck to paycheck, as well as dealing with ongoing debt.

However, there is a huge difference between then and now.
All of the time I’ve struggled with money before now, I was working my ass off nonstop, sometimes working as many as 7 different jobs at once to pay the bills. All of my time was taken up with working and budgeting. My life revolved around money and work.

This time, my TIME is MINE. And of course, not all of my time is “free”, but I certainly do not feel limited for time and I feel a complete ownership and full autonomy over my days. I choose how to spend my time, with my TIME being top priority. As long as I’m making enough to survive and pay for the things that I have decided are important to me, my priority is to protect the rest of my time. That even if there’s other things that will make me money – it has to be worth it to give up the time for it. This shift in thinking has changed my entire life.

Another thing I’ve noticed is how having the time is allowing me to optimize my money. That’s right, TIME is making my money situation better. Time allows me to optimize everything I buy and optimize on the benefits from everything I do.

My monthly yoga membership seemed like a luxury at $100/month; and it sort of was when I was only making it to the studio a couple times a week at best. However, now that I have the time that same $100 provides me with apx 26 hours of exercise, mindfulness, and the zen I crave! Oh, and on top of that I also get to have awesome showers with rain-shower heads (that I used to only experience at high-end hotels I’d splurge on on my vacations for just that experience) and spa soap. Because now I not only have the time to go to yoga class almost daily, I also have time to stick around after savasana to take advantage of the studio’s amenities.

Not only does having more TIME allow me to optimize my investment in a yoga membership, it also allows me to optimize on the health benefits. Getting more yoga in my life has led to less stress and better physical health; which also lessens my need for massages and medicines. Being in better shape from yoga creates more of a desire to eat healthy too – which has many benefits and reduces the need to purchase a plethora of things. Not to mention how much easier that goal is when you have the time to plan, shop, and prepare food. Healthy food isn’t cheap, but I’ve found the money an easier obstacle to get around than the lack of time that usually accompanies this goal.

Reaping the benefits of more time to sleep, meditate, spend with tribe, pursue my passions, and overall just live life on my own terms is providing me with so much more than money can.

It’s the reason I have absolutely fallen in love with living a minimal, simplified life – and why I’m so dedicated to making very intentional decisions about how to spend my TIME first and foremost.

This isn’t to say that everyone should want my particular lifestyle – what I am trying to declare here is how important it is that we all become acutely aware of the VALUE in TIME and own the choice we all have. Reflecting on our lives and consciously making choices with how we spend our most precious currency – TIME. 

Owning the Choice

It’s doesn’t always feel like we have a choice. Sometimes, it really isn’t easy to find. You know, like when it’s hidden under 60+cm of snow, per say.

This week did not go as planned whatsoever. I had made the decision on Sunday to stay at my sister’s place downtown in order to avoid being stuck after Monday’s storm, and missing my appointments in town on Tuesday. Well, it’s now Wednesday night and with another 15cm on its way, I don’t expect to be back home until Friday night. And I might be spending all weekend shoveling out my car.

The winter-wonderland has basically crossed out my entire agenda this week; appointments, client sessions, yoga classes. And for a real homebody who was still in honeymoon phase of living in my new place, it’s been hard to not be there.

Well, for the first two days I was feeling very frustrated, worried, and down about this stupid weather that was completely out of my control and yet destroying my life and making me miserable. There was nothing I could do about it, so I had all the permission in the world to sit there complain.

And then I realized. I could continue being upset and hating this entire week; or I could choose to accept it. I could decide to make a new game plan for this week and get excited over what I could accomplish. Given that this is my new reality, what can I do to make this week a success? What would make this week awesome? There may be lots I cannot do, but what are the things I CAN do?

Turns out there were lots of things I could do. Things that matter to me, things that get me excited, things that will feel awesome once crossed off my list. When I owned the choice I had in this situation – the possibilities overflowed.

Accepting that this is my reality – instead of lamenting it – has also allowed me to embrace the good parts of what’s in front of me. To see the good in the present; like getting to spend lots of time and share lots of giggles with my sweet nephews.

Yes, I still can’t will the snow to stop falling, or teleport back to my home (or Cuba), but I can CHOOSE to make the most out of the situation I am in.

Are you in a situation that feels completely out of your control? Can Will you CHOOSE to accept it? And given that this is your reality, what CHOICE can will you make?

The Dragon Den

I walk into my new apartment – my soon to be home – and I’m hit with an overpowering stench. A mixture of cigarette smoke and some obnoxious fruity cleaner. I try to ignore it and look at my space. There’s a pile of old, blue mattresses taking up the entire center of the room and outdated cheap hotel furniture lining the left wall. The carpet is dingy. There are gold lampshades attached to the right wall.

I try to imagine what I can do to make this work. I feel a sick doubt in my gut. I feel regret readying itself to take over. I feel frustration and sadness. What the fuck did I get myself into? I know the price is why I’m here, but did I underestimate this challenge? How am I ever going to make this work? How can I possibly make this my home?

I’d love to include a “before” picture just to give you a first hand look at what I started with. Unfortunately I don’t have one. I briefly thought of taking one when I was scrubbing the walls with baking soda and vinegar – but the thought of taking a picture had me in tears. I was fully encompassed in doubt that this place would ever be better than what I was standing in at that moment.

I pushed aside the doubt with pure determination; the same determination that scrubbed every inch of that room, unscrewed the ugly lampshade lighting fixtures from the wall, and moved king sized boxsprings down two flights of stairs all by myself.

The day I moved my things in I was still nervous. Really nervous. This is now my home. The kitchen-less room with undrinkable water. The smelly, ugly room with paper thin walls and an ‘adjoining’ hotel door between me and my neighbours on the left. As the mover unloads my things he tells me that another tenant tried to rob and kill him when he lived in this building. I sit there on unpacked boxes and feel overwhelmed.

That night in a desperate anxious trip to Costco, I buy two rugs to cover up the crappy carpet and an air purifier, odor absorbers, and candles to help with the smell. As I shoved these huge rugs into my already packed car, completely exhausted physically and emotionally, I know the only reason they actually fit was due to my unyielding will. I stand outside the car looking at the rug that really shouldn’t even be transported in any car – and think to myself – Wow I’m not just determined, I’m really fucking stubborn.

In these moments it serves me well. I am proud of how well I’ve done making this place a home. From grody to homey.

           Home Sweet Home
My “Kitchen”
The Office
Soul Food
The Living Room

It’s been a week today since I moved into this place – my very own space. Living on my own for the first time in my life.

Living minimally has always been something I longed to do, and now I’m doing it. It makes life simple. Keeping things tidy and clean takes little effort. I love the calmness of the spaces without clutter and being surrounded with things I love. Only things I love. I feel calm, safe, free, and inspired in my space. And I even have space to dance around.

I have made this room into an entire home, a home I love being in. Not to mention the beautiful view of the ocean out my window. I woke up today so grateful.

Oh, and warm. It’s funny how I had completely forgotten the joy of what it’s like to not be the one paying the power bill. Feeling warm in the winter?! And not just warm, but it’s so toasty in here I get to go barefoot all of the time- one of my very favourite things. It’s like my own personal summer in here 🙂

Being in my own space is allowing me to feel settled and strong. I’m starting to be able to focus on moving forward. This week has been productive in getting caught up and refocusing on projects I haven’t been able to give my attention in the last few months. I’m really excited about continuing those projects as well as creating new ones!

The Dragon Den gives me space to be me – fully. I feel grounded, strong, creative, inspired, and mindful here. I made the physical space even better than I had imagined – and now I am dedicated to making it hold space for everything I need to be my best self. To nurture, support, and inspire the dragon to go into the world as fiercely as possible.

My Life is Weird

My life is weird.

Okay, life is just weird period. I know that. But my life feels weirder than usual right now.

It’s been a month to the day that I moved out of my house and I’m sitting here trying to wrap my head around moving again next week. I was just starting to feel a bit settled and I feel a little like I’m ripping a newly laid blanket of some sense of comfort and familiarity right from under myself.

Emotions aside, the logistics alone exhaust me. Not just getting there, but figuring out how I’m going to manage this on my own – all rested on my entrepreneurial shoulders. And yet, I have this weird confidence that it will work out – that I will MAKE it work.

I’ve said it before, but apparently doing hard things really is my thing. I haven’t stopped doing hard things, and I must say I’m getting more comfortable with just going for it. The fact that things are hard, or the thought of “This is, That’s, or It’s Hard” is nothing more than an observation now. It’s not an indicator that it can’t be done, or that I won’t keep doing it. I hear it now and think yep, it is, carry on”.  

It’s been a matter of days from knowing I need to find a place to booking a date to move next week. Figuring it all out has been hard. It is hard. But here I am figuring it out, even when it feels like I can’t. Because it might feel like I can’t, but I know I will. And the will is all those cant’s are ever talking about anyway.

If the whole weirdness of yet another new home and community wasn’t enough weird, the place I’m moving to doesn’t even have a kitchen! And somehow this is me moving forward. The thought alone makes me laugh to myself. Like, I’m actually sitting here on my bed, in the middle of the night, laughing to myself. On what planet should this actually be an indicator that I’m moving forward?  How is this not a million steps back? How weird is my life right now that this is good, that this is progress? That, as weird as it is, this actually makes me happy! How quickly things can change.

It still fascinates me how I can feel like such a disastrous mess of a human being at the same time as feeling stronger and more confident in my own tenacity and grit than ever. I’m going to figure this out. I am figuring it out.


It’s a funny thing about my new home to be. It’s weird – one room (besides the bathroom) and no kitchen. That’s fucking weird. But here’s the thing, I’ve realized why it makes me grin like a weirdo. It’s unique. It’s a challenge. It excites me. It’s an opportunity to use my creativity. An opportunity to rise to the challenge and make it work – or (I’m hoping) – make it awesome.

Weird intrigues me. I almost feel like it might be where I rise the most – where I get the most from- where I belong. It gives space to not be ordinary; and when you have space to not be ordinary it leaves space for whatever you really are.

Daydreaming about the possibilities, of what it could be, feeds me. I’m using this weird opportunity to create something – something for the weirdo I am. Apparently I find breaking social conventions pretty exciting.. Okay, so maybe this isn’t news to me. 🙂

I actually love the fact that I can say “my new home doesn’t have a kitchen” without wallowing or feeling depressed, and instead feel excitement as I rise to the challenge with a sense of mischief. I think it speaks to all the work I’ve done; the strength I’ve gained, the perseverance I’ve proven, but more than all of that – how much I can now embrace who I really am. Even when I’m the weirdo who gets fired up over the lack of appliances.

Eyelid Armour

The sadness was right there. I could see it reflected back at me. Do you really care that much about me? Why does that hurt so much?

That makes me want to cry.. When am I going to let that go and let things make me cry – instead of this aching want for something I never allow to happen?

I use my eyes to hide. And I do it really well. I pull away – I pull inside. Away from you. Away from anyone. Away from everything I truly want. Connection. Comfort.

I want it – my mind tells me I want it too much. That I can’t want it that much and if I do I shouldn’t get it because it can’t be healthy, or right, or fair to others.

Fucking eye contact. It might be a huge key for me. It’s so hard to not look away. I’m not just being dramatic here – it’s really fucking hard for me.

There’s so much there. And I know it. I have so much in my eyes – it feels like a burden to let people see the intensity. The sadness. The pain. The anger. The hurt. The power.

Expressing myself through the written word is powerful – but it is controllable. Very controllable. My eyes have no such control. There are no barriers if I hold your gaze. My only option of control, of filters, of barriers, is to pull away. Hide behind my eyelids.

My eyes are what I’m missing. And they terrify me.

I can’t protect you from what you see. I can’t protect me from your response. I have no control when I give you my eyes – the only control being how long I give them to you. I let people glimpse this inner world. I let myself get moments of care and comfort and acknowledgement of what’s inside. But then I pull away.

I can’t have more even if I want it. It’s risky. It’s needy. It’s hurtful. It’s burdening those you look at. I don’t deserve to be seen like this. Not so raw. Not so direct. Not without barriers. Not without my filter. Not without protection.

I write authentically. I express the raw to be read on your terms. I choose when to read your comments on those words, on my inner world. I get to put up my own filters of what you say and what it means. I get to let it be something without it having to be something between us. And I can guarantee if you talk to me about the words you read in person, I won’t be looking at you.

It’s much harder to deny your sense of genuine care and connection when you’re looking into my eyes. When I can see it in your eyes.

Perhaps writing has been my way of trying desperately to fill this need without breaking the barrier of true vulnerability – true connection.

I’m so guarded. And I hate it. I’m not even sure others would see me that way – because I am very open in one sense, I’m authentic and I share a lot. But when it comes to taking that connection in, or expressing the emotion, even sitting with the good feelings – I am so guarded in letting them in or letting the emotions in me out. So destructively guarded.

That voice – you don’t deserve it. It’s not okay to hold that or own it. It’s not safe.

Love, belonging, connection – give it away like nothing, but don’t let it in.

It’s time to break these barriers and know what it truly feels like to be connected.

I know I need to do this. However difficult. However much pain may be waiting on the other side. I believe it’s the biggest thing that holds me back, inside and out.

So, if I just decide that I’m going to try to get my needs met – just say fuck whatever pain will come and fuck what it says about me – and fuck what I may feel or think as a result of actually letting someone in. If I say fuck the barriers and fuck what happens out in this place I’ve never allowed myself to go.

It’s time to stop hiding. I must will myself to stay there – completely vulnerable and unprotected in this vast field of corneas – and see what happens when I don’t go away.