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Them’s the rules

Getting home today seemed to take an eternity. However, this incident made me laugh heartily on the inside 🙂

‘Sir, you can not bring a dog on the bus.’

‘But I’m not,’ says an honest, hopeful voice with no hint of malice or deception. I peer around out the open door from my seat behind the driver to see a short, round man in a toque and down jacket with a bright, cheerful, furry face smiling out from where he has been zipped cozily in with his owner.

‘That is a dog, sir. And you cannot bring a dog on the bus unless it is in an approved carrier. Sorry, sir. Those are the rules.’

The driver speaks calmly and kindly and the two transit hopefuls offer no rebuke.

The three of them have my respect for being so sincere and cordial their exchange, in what, in many cases could have become an ugly confrontation. They also made me smile, and just a tad sad (I do hope they managed to find a safe way home and did not spend too long in the cold and dark).



Fuel has been added to the fire today and it’s burning hot, despite the fact my toes are thawing for the umpteenth time.

I’ve eaten plenty of chocolate, travelled the city, found something new to cherish and something new to hope for.

And I am euphoric. My phone is dead, my blanket is warm and my heart is unburdened.

Tomorrow is all mine.


Fine lines

Here is an article by Crippled Scholar which I really enjoyed… read more.

Language is important, history is important, and disabled is a part of my identity that I value and advocate for. No one is invincible. Nobody is perfect. We are all human and we shouldn’t be avoiding the conversation. It’s not a choice between euphemisms and insults, it’s about clear, honest, thoughtful communication.

And just FYI, ‘special’ makes my stomach and eyeballs roll.



Time has been doing strange things lately, and today, too. But I’m feeling more centred than I have felt for a while and following my own healing process which has been good all around.

For me, play and sleep make everything so much better. I sleep like the dead so I can rejoin the land of the living. And the last 48 hours have been bliss.

Currently waiting on laundry and planning my next move.

Life is good 🙂



I’ve noticed boats have recently overtaken my life… I don’t think this is a bad thing, really.

  • My sister said she ‘fell off the boat’ and I collapsed into giggles
  • My father and I were in a boat and it was fantastic
  • I was recently boat-hopping between BC Ferries and the SeaBus
  • Work transitions have been compared to rocky boats and seeking safe harbour
  • My team members have been separated into different lifeboats, and have been castaway to small islands as the ship weathers the storm a few kilometers off-shore
  • My network/communication often slips past ‘like ships in the night’
  • Shared experience says we are ‘in the same boat’

That’s about it!


Not for me.

I wrote myself an unavoidable note today…




Followed by a list of alternative beverage choices.

I don’t know what it is, or why, but coffee and I are non-compatible, and that is non-negotiable. The room spins and I feel nauseous and shaky for hours. Doesn’t matter how small the dose or what type of environment, the result is the same.

Today was my last cup of the stuff.

Never again.


Rough seas

Moral of the story: Everything is connected. And sometimes all you can do is wait.

Lately, I’ve been living day by day and week by week, being as flexible as I can while still striving for peace and continuity in the office and out of it.

It has been long! I can hardly wait to be in the new space and for our metaphorical boat to find a safe harbour at last –because it’s getting a little too choppy, the boat is constantly rocking and I’m very, very close to becoming metaphorically seasick. The crew is doing their best, and I am thankful everyday to be able to work with such a great team, but completing this transition will be a huge relief. Posting references to progress in this regard has also been a huge relief, and I plan to continue to do so.

If I died tomorrow and some things didn’t get done before then, I would be upset. On the other hand, if I died tomorrow and some other things didn’t get done before then, I would not be upset at all.

This is how my priorities are being structured at the moment.

If I don’t have enough tea and enough sleep before my death day, I will be very upset. Everything else will be just fine, I’m sure.


Life In General:

Thoughts from today on how I got here and where I’m going.

Friends, I worked really hard to follow the prompts for an extended period of time from August 5 to Sept 18 to give myself a bit of a challenge and look at things through a slightly different lens — so if you get the chance to explore and read some of the resulting posts, that would be super cool!

2017 at the office has been intense. Non-stop activity. Incredible support, superb team work, plenty of problem-solving and several lifetimes worth of transitions. My excitement maybe doesn’t translate directly on to the page, but I am so thrilled, and feel so amazingly privileged to work and grow with a phenomenal team of people and contribute to the betterment of society and mental health. I’m gonna cry happy tears (really, this could apply to Life In General, but in regard to this paragraph, I’m speaking of Work in particular). It’s still in progress, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it is a beautiful thing. I have no words left.

My space looks like a tornado blew through. A small tornado. That’s what I like about having less stuff– it makes less mess. I don’t know if that classifies as laziness, creativeness, problem-solving, or lack of attachment to extras or all of the above. It works for me though!

I only just realized this, but quality time is such a casual reference to something that is so utterly essential to how I interact with the world and the people in it. And it has been such a joy.


the good life (5)

via Daily Prompt: Disobey

One of the best things about being on my own is that I get to make, break and follow my own rules. Like, occasionally staying up into the small hours or having icecream for dinner. I am also privileged in that for the most part I get to make my own hours for work. So sometimes it’s 9-5 and sometimes not!

Life is good,