This week was stupid.
WAIT. Before you read this, put THIS SONG on for dramatic effect. Crank it a bit too. I have it at 62% volume and the bass is making the snares of my drum inuksuk buzz.
Okay, assuming you’ve done your homework, let’s resume. This week was stupid. Continue reading
I once Googled “therapy dog vest buy Canada” so I could get the thing, put it on Finn, look legit, and take him with me everywhere. I then realized that doing this would make me a huge asshole, so I closed the tab and looked up Samoyed puppy videos instead. Continue reading
Last night, I found myself surrounded by some of the best friends a girl could ask for. It was an impromptu hang out session with belly laughs and homemade cookies, and ended with a 1+ hour heart to heart in a Honda Civic. Continue reading
First, drop everything and read this game changing article: “I Thought I Was Stupid”, The Hidden Struggle for Women with ADHD.
If you’re like me, it took a few tries and you found yourself wandering to and from the browser it’s displayed on. But as I read, I felt understood by these women who have similar struggles and harsh self-talk. This article was like a mirror- it showed me what I could not see in myself: the exhaustive effort to hide my ADHD symptoms had sneakily weaved itself into the very fabric of my being. Continue reading
I read somewhere on the internet that in some culture (be more vague Christine, really) they view PMS as a time of great clarity. Tonight, I realized that I have the best support system around and decided to write about it live from the bathtub. Being the true lush that I am, I also added half a liter of Epsom salt bubble bath. I’m hoping that my lavender-scented emotional clarity oozes out of this post and spills all over your screen. Continue reading
So my little sister is a third-degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. She was the Canadian Junior Champion in 2009(?) and went on to fight at the World Juniors in Turkey. At her peak, she could lift her leg up and past her head while standing up- that’s to say that if she was standing in front of you, she could axe kick you in the face and crush your nose. She’s a really terrifying person disguised as a feminine, laid-back, city slicker hipster. She’s definitely the cool one in the family. Continue reading
I started playing the drums when I was in grade six. The reason for the interest? A boy. He was blond, so cool, and came into our grade six music class to show us his drum solo. I’m sure any percussionist listening to it wouldn’t have been overly impressed, but I sure was. It was loud, unapologetic, and predictable. I was shy, sad, and a bit lost. Continue reading