A couple of weeks ago, I was approached by a Canadian PR company asking me if I would be interested in checking out MasterCard’s new Tech Hub in Manhattan. As soon as I read the email, my eyes got crazy big and my heart started to flutter. Could you image? Two of my favourite things – technology and New York City together, could anything be more exciting?
My normal routine is: get up, put robe on, let dog out, make breakfasts/lunches and then go downstairs to shower. On this Monday morning, I walked down the stairs and stepped into a giant puddle of water a couple of inches deep. There was water EVERYWHERE.
My basement was flooded.
A couple of weeks after I asked my husband to leave, I had an Akashic reading with my friend Tara.
As she entered my home, she said I needed to slow down. She had been in-tune with my energy for hours and my anxiety was forcing her to clean. That’s the fun thing about my anxiety, I clean until I can’t clean any more and then clean again. It’s easier for me to move my hands than listen to my thoughts.
Birthdays have a huge significance to me. It’s how I see the start to a new year. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll drink Prosecco and hang out with my kids or chill with my friends on New Year’s Eve, but it just doesn’t feel like a big shift for me. Not like my birthday does.
I used to think that women in abusive relationships were covered in bruises, scratches, and welts. They were weak, scared, and shook a lot. At least that’s what my mom looked like to me when I was a child.
I always told myself I would NEVER end up in an abusive relationship like mother. I’m too strong, too independent, and too wise beyond my years. I’d never let a man treat me like that.
Frozen: the movie I’ve seen at least 30 times and the soundtrack plays non-stop when my girls are in the car. Let’s just say I can bust out any Frozen song on cue and I’ve made my own Do You Want to Build a Snowman words including: “Do you want to poke your eyes out? Or maybe slit your wrists?”.
I took down my online dating profiles last week. Did I meet someone? Well, I met a lot of people, but no, I’m still single.
The past 5 months have been hilarious, sad, fun and frustrating at the same time. In the beginning, I was beyond flattered that I was getting messages and that men were interested in me at all. Even the 25 year-old with MILF fantasies.
I went out on dates and they were always entertaining.
My Darling Baby,
I’m sorry this took me so long to write. People have told me that time heals wounds and that things get easier. Although losing you hurts less now, I think of you every single day.
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Being a single parent is hard enough, add in trying to meet someone and it’s nearly impossible. Top that off with having been out of the dating pool for 14 years and it becomes a heck of a lot of trail and error. I have learned some big lessons though all of this, ones that I would like to share with you. Ones that I may have to refer back to in the future. Continue reading →