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Are you living in fear?


We hear a lot about fear these days; too much, really. But it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. No fear or terrorism, or fear of our U.S. neighbours’ election — but fear of shaking up my own life.

Just this week, I launched my Etsy shop. This is a huge leap for me — a leap of faith in myself. And I was absolutely terrified. I still am terrified.

I’ll be the first to admit I’m learning how to run a business as I go along. No matter how much reading or planning I did, I was never going to feel ready or prepared — but I was letting fear stop me from trying.

So I decided to just go for it.

My small business is something I’d been thinking about and working on for several months already. It came to a point where I needed to set actionable goals and just get ‘er done.

Notice I say actionable goals.

For example, I made an announcement on my business Instagram setting a launch date for my shop.

Making a list of what needed to be done was the next step. Then I just had to take action, tick off one item at a time, and make it happen. And I’m proud to say I did.

It’s great to have goals. Laudable, even. But what makes dreams come true is action, plain and simple.

You can’t make something of yourself if you don’t do. 

The past few days have been scary. My amazing boyfriend has had to calm me down more than once. But, with only a few orders under my belt, it’s already really rewarding; it’s already worth it.

Today, I challenge you to reap the rewards of doing something that scares you. Tell me about it, if you want. 🙂

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The Closest I’ll Get To Skydiving

Sometimes your illness forces you to jump out of the plane. So to speak.

I’ve dreamed of opening a shop on Etsy for about 10 years — ever since I was a teenager, when  Etsy was a much gentler beast.

Over the past few years, it’s something that started floating around my brainspace more often. Like a sensible person with no bodily barriers (or so I thought), I figured I would save up and eventually quit my job to follow my dream.


The problem with that plan is that I was already sick. I didn’t realize how much of my day-to-day weirdness was symptomatic of pushing my body too hard — but it was.

In terms of my health, I’ve been at a pretty low point for a long time. It’s crazy to think I’d do anything to be able to walk 30 minutes even once a week , when I used to love racing against myself to push down my 5k time. (I still remember getting under 30 minutes after someone had doubted my ability to run 5k at all; it was an amazing feeling.)

The last several months have driven home a difficult realization —  I’m not making a recovery anytime soon. Now, taking the plunge has become an act of necessity.

So many systems in my country and province are broken or inadequate. I’m much too sick to leave my apartment to work, yet I’m not considered sick enough to receive any kind of support or assistance.

So I’m doing the only thing I can think of to support myself: I’m opening an Etsy shop.

It’s been a lot of hard work, there’s a lot more to be done. But if I can’t afford to simply rest, I want to put my (limited) energy into something I love. And anyone who knows me knows I loooooove yarn.

I’ll be announcing the launch of my Etsy shop soon, but in the meantime, check it out here:  .

I’m hoping I’ll be able to blog more often as well going forward, but as any spoonie knows — no promises!

I hope you’ve all had a good week so far, and that you’re looking forward to the weekend. I know I am!


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When Things That Look Bad Aren’t

When I first got my rollator (a four-wheeled walker like this guy, for the uninitiated), I was a little iffy. For one thing, I wasn’t a hundred per cent sure how it would help, if it even would at all. The biggest thing was embarrassment — plain and simple. If everything looked normal, I told myself, I could pretend everything was normal.

No matter the charades I tried to play, the only things that had been “normal” for over two years were all my medical test results. But, still undiagnosed, it was tempting to try and keep up appearances. Eventually I bit back my pride and used the darn walker, probably on a day where carrying a purse just felt like too much.

I’m proud to say I haven’t looked back since.

A few weeks ago, the owner of a café I frequent saw me with my rollator for the first time. There was sympathy and perhaps pity in her eyes — she hates to see young people so sick, she said. And that’s when it struck me. To the people who don’t need them, mobility aids like rollators can seem like a bad thing. Especially when being used by a younger person.

“I know this looks bad,” I told her. “But it’s actually a really good thing.” With my rollator, I don’t have to worry about how heavy my purse is. With my rollator, I don’t need to worry about having to stand in line, feeling my energy drain away with each passing minute. With my rollator, I can get milk from 7-11 without worrying about carrying it home.

The stares still bother me a little, but not enough to take away the feeling that comes with knowing I won’t fall and crush my knees if my legs give up mid-stride. No matter how abnormal it looks, the darn thing just helps me feel more normal.

The same goes for people who look thoroughly confused when I get out of my wheelchair in public. Some people take the opportunity to ask about it, and only some of them do it respectfully. No matter how peeved I am at someone (looking at you, department store lady who addressed me like a child), I’m generally happy to get up on my soapbox.

I mean…what’s a blog really for, am I right? 🙂


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Resolution Revolution

A few weeks ago, I turned 25. No big deal, I know, but honestly? I freaked out a little.

Twenty five isn’t old. At all. (Hear that, rapidly multiplying grays? You can stop! I’m not old!) What I was freaking out about is the fact that I’m nowhere near where I thought I’d be by now. Admittedly, a lot of that was teenage naïveté. Some of it also has to do with the east coast Acadian town where I grew up. By now, I fully expected to be married and on my way to a stable career and the white picket fence. (There was going to be a dog in the yard and that might be my biggest disappointment here, folks.)

As circumstances would have it, none of those things are currently under my belt. (Once again, the dog may be the biggest disappointment.) Don’t get me wrong — I wish I was on the way to a bright, shiny career in who-knows-what — but I’m not. And I’m learning to be OK with that.

So I turned 25, and it got me thinking, as birthdays usually do. For me, New Year’s resolutions feel diluted by the fact that we make them in drovesThe intention is good,  but the big joke about New Year’s resolutions is that they don’t stick.

Personally, I’m far more motivated to set resolutions for my own New Year — my new self, as it were. Anyone who’s been faced with a life-changing chronic illness knows what I’m talking about. After the grief and the anger pass, there needs to be acceptance. I suppose I lucked out in that this stage of things coincided nicely with my birthday and, just this Monday, the arrival of my WHEELCHAIR. Add beautiful Spring weather, and I’m raring to go make myself a better me — and live a life that brings me joy despite my limitations.

Grosso modo, if I have to have only one resolution, it’s basically just to adjust to a new way of living while learning to be myself within this new way of living. This doesn’t sound like much, but I’m a doer, people. And when a doer is unable to do most things for several months, they go nuts-nuts-nuts. Trust me.

Monday night, I went to the mall. Because I finally have a wheelchair for those outings, I was able to go for a short walk with my rollator on Tuesday. And then, on Tuesday night, I made chicken. I know none of this sounds like a big deal, but guys, raw chicken FREAKS. ME. OUT. Uncooked skinless boneless chicken breasts? Gross. But I found a recipe, and then I made the chicken, including handling it with my very own hands, and it was really friggin’ good.

It may not sound like a big deal, but I accomplished something and I’m choosing to be proud of myself so I can continue to make delicious chicken. (Would you believe I once didn’t eat meat for over seven years? Yup.)

Today I painted my nails and this morning, I took the plunge and purchased both Make Over Your Mornings and Make Over Your Evenings (both online courses by I’ve read so many rave reviews of Mornings, Evenings launched today at a special price, and with a fresh tax return in my bank account…I couldn’t help myself and got both! I’m hoping these 14-day courses will live up to all the hype and help me take back control of my life.

Yeah. Learning to be myself again. I think I like that as a resolution. How about you?