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August and Everything After

The west, so far, has been very good to me.

I’m slowly piecing myself back together, feeling my heart begin to heal and I finally feel alive again. The haze has lifted and the sun in beginning to shine brightly.

I’ve found a job at a great bar filled with the most amazing people who have embraced me as part of their big, crazy family. They really, REALLY care about each other and after such a short time here, I am secure in knowing there are good people who have my back. I’m spending my time with people who make me feel things again, who make me laugh, who are helping patch up my bangs and bruises, defrost my heart, challenging me and supporting me as I begin to define life under my own terms. I’m settling into a new apartment and making it into my own little home. Every single day I’m mountain climbing, running, biking and camping and letting the mountains work their magic to soothe my soul.

There are moments when I miss my old life like crazy. Moments when I cry thinking about my pups and how desperately I wish I could cuddle with them, have them underfoot, have to sweep 10X each day. There are moments when my family is all together, and my nieces and nephews are giggling, that I would give anything to be with them all. Moments when I miss the familiarity of “my people” and Paisley. But this fresh start and new scenery are what I needed and this trip that has turned into a move (Temporary? Permanent? I’m still operating with no plan…) is proving to have been the best thing I could have done. I’m slowly beginning to figure myself out and enjoying getting lost in exploration along the way.

Nihahi Ridge

Stampede Night Out

 

The Girls

View from the Summit of Temple Mountain

 

Temple Mountain Summit (exhausted, cold, exhilirated and proud!)

Kananaskis Lake

Fernie, BC

 

Arrived (for now)

Well, I’ve arrived, for now. Saturday night I pulled into Calgary after driving 3600 km in 4 days.

At the last minute (literally only a few hours before I left), a friend decided to come along for the drive. Having the company of such a great person made the trip west an adventure and altered it, in a positive way, considerably. My friend flew home bright and early Sunday morning and left me to continue this journey I am embarking on.

The trip was long but incredible. I saw some very cool things along the way, laughed a ton and felt the choking grip on my heart and soul loosen with the passing of every kilometer. Those 3600 km did a lot to put me into a position where I am ready to start healing and moving and growing. They were so freeing. I feel more alive than I have in a long time. I am excited at this new adventure that I have only just begun!

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Heading West

Trip is AMAZING so far! As soon as I get back into Canada I will post stories and photos.

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Beginning of Chapter Three

On Wednesday I will be hitting the road, solo, to drive 3500 kms west to the mountains. I’ve got my mountain bike, camping gear and a backpack full of clothes packed away into my little car. I’m heading out in that direction with no clear direction or plan and have no idea where I will land, what I will do or for how long. What I am hoping is that with each passing kilometre I will be able to breathe deeper, think more clearly, and slowly begin to put the pieces of my heart back together again. Some say I’m running away. I say I’m running forward; towards healing, growth and peace.

Wish me luck as I embark on this new adventure!

Two Months

I know I’ve been missing in action lately. It’s been a difficult, tumultuous, emotional past two months. On March 29th, Lee asked me for a divorce. A few weeks later I found out about his girlfriend. The details of our split are for Lee and I to know and if you care enough to know more, you can give me a call and ask me in person. But for those of you who are wondering, I’m doing well. I’m feeling strong and good and excited about the new life possibilities before me. Of course there is considerable sadness over the demise of what I thought was the great love of my life, but I am walking forward, without looking back and my legs are growing stronger with each and every step. I am making some big decisions on what my next move will be (stay tuned…) and see a beautiful world out there waiting for me to explore.

It has now been two months since my world was flipped upside down and I have begun to think of life in terms of chapters in a book. Chapter one was my childhood and chapter two was my time with Lee. I am only just beginning to write my chapter three and as any avid reader knows, no book truly gets good until chapter three. A wonderful adventure awaits me and I’m steadily moving towards it.

Through all of this, I have realized how truly lucky and blessed I am. I have the most amazing friends and family who have been right beside me. I was shattered and they saw me at my worst. They have held me up when I felt too weak, they have been my shoulders to cry on, my voices of reason, outlets for my anger and frustration, my drinking partners, beach buddies, willing listeners and have patiently been helping to put me back together again. I am surrounded by loving, beautiful people and could not be more grateful for all of them. When you hit the bottom you realize who the true people in your life are and I have been astounded and overjoyed by how many true people I have. You all mean more to me than I could ever express. Thank you. xo

Today I mourn for the polar bears…

Last night I was sitting out on my back deck at 9:15 p.m., drinking a delicious Creemore beer after a day spent outside painting my fence in shorts and a tank top and getting a sunburn. I was also busy swatting at mosquitoes while I checked out my crocuses, daffodils and tulips as they are doing a whole lot more than just poking through the ground. And it’s March. And I’m in Canada.  There is something seriously wrong with this picture.

Don’t get me wrong – I am loving the beautiful sunshine and the warm weather ain’t half bad to deal with – but the fact remains, that it’s March. And I’m in Canada.

Please don’t tell me that global warming is a myth.

The warm weather is here and we might as well enjoy it. As Canadians, we are used to getting such a sacred few days of beautiful, warm weather that we have no choice but to REALLY enjoy every one that we get. But while you are outside enjoying the unseasonably warm temperatures, reflect for a second on how scary the repercussions of such temperatures are and what they can actually mean for our planet if this becomes the norm. This cannot possibly be good and it’s a rather stark reminder that we all need to be doing things differently and demanding better from governments and large corporations. If we don’t start being better stewards of our planet, we  will end up doing a whole lot more than mourning for the polar bears.