So I have this friend, Heather, who wrote the book Following Daisies who literally followed her heart across Canada, and continues to do so every day. And when I say follows her heart… I mean that pretty seriously. It’s like she has the gift of a sixth sense – trust – combined with insane (compliment!) courage. Plus she has magical socks… which also comes in handy.

After reading her book, my perspectives have definitely been changed.

It’s so easy to get caught up in your PLANS.

“Oh, but I was supposed to accomplish this by this, and I haven’t which means I’m going to have to delay this, and I haven’t even begun to think about this, which now makes that impossible and if that is impossible, then I’M A GOSH DARNED FAILURE!!!”

Look, it’s not like I’ve moved to Northern Ontario and suddenly don’t live in the real world. I get that some plans are good. I get that.

Like planning to have somewhere to live = GOOD PLAN!
Planning on what you’re going to eat = GOOD PLAN!

But sometimes planning too many things with inflexibility combined with heavy expectation will ultimately lead to unnecessary stress, frustration and disappointment = BOOOO! 😦

What’s happened to me recently is that I’ve discovered that just doing my part – my part being listening to my instincts, and setting some key things* in motion and then trusting that things will work out – the plans are kind of taking care of themselves. It’s really weird.

Like, I can seriously sit here and tell you that I have no idea what’s going to happen 3 weeks from now… it could go one of several ways, and the really great part is that none of them will be bad. Because – and I swear I’m not heavily medicated (all the time, haha!) – I trust the process of ‘letting go’

So thank you, Heather!

ps. This is a little list that I came up with that has helped me prepare for the ‘letting go’…

1. Be honest about who you are.
2. Be aware of what you need.
3. Be open to whatever comes next.
4. Be ready.

And to address the pink elephant that’s cartwheeling across the room: Yes, I haven’t been around here much lately. There have been very good reasons for it. None of them you fine folk : )

Maybe I’ll talk about it in a blog post, maybe I won’t. I’m just going with the creative flow lately, letting it take me to where I need to be. I’m totally turning into a hippie. And actually, that’s just fine with me

“Geeves! Fetch me my hemp pants, please! I am late for my appointment with the trees.”

*Key things being applications. Unfortunately reading Following Daisies didn’t make me magical – which, quite frankly I am a little disappointed in as I often wish I could magic away the dishes – so yes, the appropriate paperwork exchange for some opportunities does still have to take place.



Appreciating the Quiet

Hello friends,

Life has changed.

For the better.

It is immeasurably different… simpler.

Time is spent growing things, baking things, quiet & reflective.

I go to work.
I come home.
I eat.
I exercise.
I meditate.
I paint.
I bake.
I laugh.

These are the basics as I am adjusting to life in this new place. I am grateful for this time & appreciative of the quiet.

Life is sweet.

Oh ya, and I’ve been keeping something from you… I am engaged to be married to the most wonderful person I have ever met. It doesn’t get much better than that.

Best Day Ever!

Yesterday was my birthday. And although it didn’t have anything in the way of limousines or cavier or roses or fireworks – it was easily the best day… EVER.

I’m a simple girl. Very simple. I require very little in the way of pampering and am quite content with the very simplest of things that life has to offer. In fact, given the choice between opulent and rustic… I’d go with rustic every single time.

I like this about me. There are no apologies here.

And this day was exactly that.

My sweetie planned a wonderful day for me and I felt really special. So thank you to all who sent me a message. Thank you to all who patiently tolerated my excessive Instagramming. And thank you to the sweet man I share my life with for knowing exactly what I wanted and giving me exactly that.

Birthday Top 10

1. Secret card stash that had carefully been kept from me

2. Bachelor Finale in Bed with poonums & the Mr.


4. Chalkboard Wallin’

5. Branston Pickle for Birthday Lunch

6. Birthday Baking with Sweetie (as one of my presents he agreed to be my sous chef… NO DISHES!)


8. Maple Dijon Shallot Vinaigrette

9. Birthday Dinner

10. Raspberry Chocolate Roll


Chocolate Roll
Maple Dijon Shallot Vinaigrette

Note: We added 1 tbsp of chopped shallots & made our salad with extra old cheddar instead of blue cheese & omitted the nuts because the Mr. detests them. Sigh.

chalkboard makes me happy

When I used to work at Bridgehead one of my most favorite things was to draw on the chalkboard. It should come as no surprise then that I’ve painted an entire wall in black (yes black) chalkboard paint. I’m not attaching any pictures of this because I’ve managed to forget to buy chalk 3 days in a row, so for now… enjoy this while trusting that as soon as I can, I will share with you my creations.



I am like nobody else for this path is my own.
My path is neither better or worse than the path of another – it is simply different.
I am grateful for the differences of others & the opportunity to learn from them.
Judgement turned into curiosity is the key.

It’s Official!

My sweetie & I are buying are first house together! Yay!

Yes, we will be sad to move away from loved ones for a while, BUT we couldn’t be more excited to start this new chapter in our lives. Thank you to all who have supported us throughout this journey, no doubt we will be calling upon you again soon once renovations begin ; )

ps. If you guessed that there will soon be a heavy influence of home improvement shiz going on around here… you might be right.

Don’t worry… my mom & dad have seen to it that we’re equipped – hahaha!

This could get real interesting, real fast. Stay tuned!



I haven’t been here lately. Trust me when I say that it’s not you, it’s me.

We are moving and while I am happy for new beginnings, I am also sad to be leaving familiar faces and the security of what I know. I’m struggling to find a balance between being actively in the present while at the same time planning for the future. House hunting has been stressful, although extremely exciting. And saying goodbye is always scary for me… the military brat in me is screaming.

Take all of that and factor in a bit of identity crisis and you’re pretty much where I am right now.


In some ways, my life has never felt so certain. I have found the most wonderful person to share my life with. My relationships with my family have found their way to the top of the list. And all around me I feel a giant hug of love and support. Personally, I am fully satisfied and have a very clear picture of who I am and what I believe in. Professionally is another story.

I find myself wishing for simpler times, when gender roles were well-defined and the freedom of being able to choose from a million careers didn’t feel so vast. Maybe I was born in the wrong decade – all I want to do is cook, clean, garden and sew. Is that so bad? CRIMES AGAINST FEMINISM!?!

In a lot of ways, it feels like I’m throwing away all that was fought for me.

Ungrateful. Lazy.

And while I know that I’m neither of those things, I don’t feel quite right about all of it either…

So right now, instead of trying to figure all of that out I am trying to focus on the things that I know for sure. I know that I am moving and I know that I will soon have to say goodbye.

That’s enough for now… the rest will all sort itself out in time.