CONDOLENCES

sending condolences

Turning 39 scared the hell out of me. The debilitating fear I experienced caused me to curl up like a ball in the corner of my couch for a month as my mind raced with various #firstworldproblems and legitimate anxieties. The self-depreciating banter drove me up the wall. What the hell are you doing? Who do you… Continue reading CONDOLENCES

EVERY NEW BEGINNING COMES FROM SOME OTHER BEGINNING’S END

Let's get real, nobody truly likes change—endings can be as frightening as beginnings. Transformation is tiring, messy, uncomfortable and often complicated. Change forces us to confront the skeletons clattering about in the closet and causes the things we bury to reanimate and make their way through the sludge until they breach the surface. I've played house… Continue reading EVERY NEW BEGINNING COMES FROM SOME OTHER BEGINNING’S END

WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER HERO

be your own hero

And, like in the past, the insight I received reshaped my perspective and reinforced something I’ve always known: personal circumstances may vary but the human experience is shared. Regardless of what you’ve been through, you are never alone. I was 16 when it sunk in I'd have to stand my ground because no one else would… Continue reading WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER HERO

THE ONLY CONSTANT IS CHANGE

changes

"Everything is changing and I'm about to fire the majority of people in my life." I mumble a variation of the above sentence three times in one day. The first is loaded with frustration. In the second, sarcasm is wedged between each word. On the third, the phrase slips past my lips, peppered with amusement.… Continue reading THE ONLY CONSTANT IS CHANGE

TAKE UP SPACE

strong women intimidate

I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits. Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 I spent a lot of… Continue reading TAKE UP SPACE

A STATE OF LIMBO

give it all up

Volleyball was a large part of my life, until the day it stopped being fun. The slide was gradual but it happened, eventually, because there came a time when going to practice became a chore. Prepping for game day turned into an errand I didn't want to run. Teammates weren't enjoyable to be around. I… Continue reading A STATE OF LIMBO

ROLL LIKE THUNDER

women who fight

It is hard to make new connections. Life tends to get in the way. There are salaries to earn, children to care for, and a million and one expectations to manage. Weeks slam into each other. Months storm by. Days are filled with the mundane and ordinary. Now and then, we turn so far inwards we… Continue reading ROLL LIKE THUNDER

A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE

girl gang

It's been nearly a year since Coach took apart my jab and started to put it back together again. At the time, I thought boxing would be a phase because it was too intense and brutal. A discipline built on a foundation of violence. But instead, I have become more deeply entrenched in a world of… Continue reading A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE

LIKE A FUCKING METEOR

like a meteor

It happens to everyone: the periods of limbo. The inability to smoothly switch gears, which results in pulling off onto the shoulder of the highway we call life. We get pushed to the side because the odds weren't in our favour, or the muse got stuck in traffic, or we were too afraid to make… Continue reading LIKE A FUCKING METEOR

HIT THE GROUND RUNNING

hit the ground running

I once had a boss who worked me into the ground. Cut from the same cloth as Miranda Priestly from the Devil Wears Prada, she was sharp. Abrasive. A master tactician. The head of an international organization (in a "third-world" nation), this woman spent her career tearing down walls and carving out a path in… Continue reading HIT THE GROUND RUNNING