I wish I had a crystal ball. I keep second-guessing how the way I spend my quarantine time will impact my future.
It got me thinking about all the people searching for productivity secrets while they’re stuck at home, wanting desperately to emerge from this pandemic as perfect adonises who cook like Julia Childs.
I turn anxiety into comfort and a few knowing laughs for people. It’s my whole thing. If I can’t find joy in the wreckage, what’s the point?
As far as I know, my sister and I are the only ones in our generation of the family who want kids. She already has two, and I’m still trying to figure out the timing. But our cousins, for one reason or another, have all decided that having kids isn’t part of their life plan.
When I decided to become a freelancer a couple years ago, I was definitely sold the dream. Work when you want, spend time with loved ones, pick your own rates, etc., etc. I still believe I made the right choice, but nestled in those dreams were some startling nightmares I didn’t prepare for.
The stress can be unreal.
Regular 9-5’s suck. I’ll be the first to admit it. In fact, I already did.
I know what it’s like to feel stuck on a hamster wheel that won’t stop spinning for at least 30 years. What it’s like to be chained to a desk watching life pass you by.
So when multi-level marketing companies (MLM’s) swoop in and promise to cut the chains, a lot of people get sucked into the dream.
I have a long history of hating my body. It started with friends, family, and even strangers comparing me to my beautiful sister. I was constantly told how pretty she was, while I got complimented on my humour. Cool. Then I took up the reins on creating the comparisons. As a kid, my school was... Continue Reading →