5 things being a part-time college instructor has taught me about life

When I came home from work yesterday I did three things: I gave Kyle a kiss, snuggled with Jasper, and then I laid down on the couch and promptly passed out.

I was exhausted. As far as Tuesdays go, it wasn’t really any more taxing than the Tuesdays before it. But it was special: It was my last day of teaching for the 2013 – 2014 academic year. The past few weeks have been a sea of grading and final project prep (well, among other things) which means I’ve had my head pretty low as per the norm at this time of year. And then, just like that, the semester was over. Where did the last eight months go, anyway?

I don’t usually say very much about my part-time teaching role at Loyalist College (I teach a course called “Social Media and Emerging Technologies” to first year students in the College’s Business Administration program). But it dawned on me the other day that I’ve just finished my 7th semester, and that kind of blows me away. I’ve been teaching at the College for three and a half-ish years now, but what have I learned in the process? Here are some reflections on my experience so far:

1. Time management: It’s not easy but it’s super important
When I first started teaching at Loyalist I was teaching six hours a week on top of having a full-time job. Then I jumped to nine hours a week (teaching two different courses) for one or two semester while continuing to work full-time at Quinte Pediatrics and Adolescent Medicine. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I couldn’t keep up and I’ve been down to a three-hour a week teaching schedule ever since.

Some people in my life were dismayed at the idea of me giving up the second course. Others have scoffed about me only teaching three hours a week and yet somehow still being so busy during those eight months of the year. What most people don’t realize is that, at least in my experience, for every hour spent in class there’s at least 2-3 additional hours of prep, grading, and communication happening behind the scenes. And because I’m part-time and working another full-time job on top, that means those hours are happening in my own personal time.

Now, I’m not complaining. It’s the nature of the beast and I knew that going in. When it comes to my social life, I basically cease to exist during peak grading times (especially in fall semesters when I can have upwards of 50 students in my class). I won’t pretend to be better at this than I am; I’m a procrastinator by nature. But the thing is, the grading needs to get done. Period. So, for the sake of my sanity I’m always actively working on being better at managing my time and tackling the additional work in more manageable chunks. It’s a work in progress, but it’s coming along. (Pro tips: Don’t be afraid to change things up if the system isn’t working. Delegate where you can and say no if you need to. Don’t let others make you feel bad when you need to prioritize).

2. People are unpredictable
I think most teachers get to a point where they feel confident in having a pretty good grasp on what to expect from students. In many cases, we do. Somethings really never change. But if there’s one saying I’ve heard almost every one of my colleagues say it’s that “every group is different”.

Each semester I have a different group of students and thus far each and every one has been unique. An assignment that is considered to be a no-brainer by one group might pose a significant challenge to another. I’ve seen one group react extremely negatively to the overall subject matter of the course only to have the next one embrace it enthusiastically.

This unpredictability as been an interesting lesson for me. I’m a creature of habit and it took me longer than I’m willing to admit to learn to expect the unexpected. However, being able to adapt is a valuable skill in life and I have to admit that I’ve become a more confident and well-prepared individual all around because of it . The key learnings here? Take things in stride and be flexible.

3. Practice makes perfect
Before I started teaching I could count the amount of times I had spoken in front of large groups of people on both hands. Despite having what some people in my life considered to be a knack for it, public speaking wasn’t something that I particularly enjoyed. It made me nervous and uncomfortable. But, as it turns out, having to stand up in front of a (sometimes hyper-critical) group of people for three straight hours week after week really forces you out of your comfort zone.

Who knew?

Now that I’ve done it so often I don’t even bat an eye at the idea of speaking to a crowd. In fact, public speaking has become a big part of what I do professionally outside of the College and, dare I say it? I’ve come to actually really like it.

4. You can’t make everyone happy
I’ve lost track of the amount of times I’ve had a friend or loved one tell me not to take it personally when a student is upset with me. Maybe the student didn’t like the way I graded their assignment or are mad that I won’t change the group they’re working with. Perhaps they felt I could have done a better job of explaining something or they don’t like the curriculum. In class I run a fairly tight ship – I’m strict on deadlines, attendance, and I’m a pretty intense marker. Some students appreciate it and others really don’t. It has taken me a long time to get to the point where I truly both understand and appreciate that I will never be able to make every person happy. The best I can do is try to remain consistent, fair, and transparent.

That said, something else I wound up learning in my ill-fated quest to make everyone happy (because, yes, that was originally what I tried to do and it back-fired spectacularly) is that I came to see dissatisfaction as an opportunity for learning. Instead of feeling hurt or defensive when a student is unhappy I try to be a better listener. I’m working harder at reaching out and asking for feedback. No one starts as a perfect teacher (especially not someone like me who more or less fell into the role) – the longer you do it the more you evolve and grow, but you have to open yourself up to the opportunity first.

5. Investing in the success of others is ridiculously rewarding
I remember a classmate in my fourth grade class telling me that I would make a great teacher one day. I was exceptionally disenchanted by the idea and swore that would never be the case. I’ve always had nothing but respect for teachers (even more so now that I’ve had a taste of it. I want to hug everyone I meet that does this full-time. Y’all are champs in my book) but, for a variety of reasons, it just wasn’t something that appealed to me. It’s funny how things work out…

Even now, I would never describe myself as a teacher first and foremost. I am, however, retrospectively grateful to have been given this opportunity. There are a lot of challenges that come with teaching but there are also some pretty big positives as well. The biggest of which is the totally awesome feeling of watching your students grow, event after they’re finished with your class. From the student that starts the semester doubting themselves only to finish at the top of the class, or the former student that has gone on to do amazing things, there is no feeling quite like watching them succeed. I love running into students in the hall or out in public and listening to them talk excitedly about the amazing projects that they’ve been working on. I see them online cheering over hard-earned grades, awards they’ve won, and plans for the future and I swell with pride.

It’s in those moments that I’m reminded that, in the end, it’s all totally worth it.

And so to bring this post full circle, another school year has come to a close. Rarely have I given my own progress a second thought, but looking back now it’s hard not to the impact that this experience has had on me. I’ve been exceptionally luck and, despite the bumps in the road, it’s truly been a remarkable experience. I guess it just goes to show that learning truly is a lifelong journey.

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Personal Reflections

On loss, grief, and trying to figure it all out

Sometimes big things happen in my life that I just don’t want to write about. Honestly, I know that’s okay. I don’t have to write about anything if I don’t want to. But I’ve also made a promise to myself to write more, whether that be here or anywhere else. Writing is cathartic and when I do write about the “big” things it’s always helped me feel better. This is also a blog where I write about the messed up wonder of life and about adventures in growing up, so I guess that puts me at two for two on this one.

You see, my uncle died yesterday.

It happened rather quickly and was very unexpected. My family was there with him after he had been admitted the night before but the next day when we got “the call”, those of us who weren’t already there from that morning didn’t get there in time to say goodbye.

Now, let me pause and be clear here: This is not a pity post.

In many ways, my uncle’s passing doesn’t feel like my story to tell nor my grief to carry. Our relationship was never anything but positive. When my family first moved to Ontario he was a fairly big part of our lives and those times spent with him were always fun (he was a fun person). But life did that thing where it got in the way. We didn’t see each other as much as we should have over the last many years, but isn’t that always the way? Regardless, to me he was always awesome.

I have been very cognizant of the fact that I’ve been lucky when it comes to this sort of thing; up until the last couple of years, death has kept a respectful distance from myself and my loved ones. I’ve always known that this won’t always be the case but I never lost sight of how fortunate I’ve been either.

I lost my grandfather on my dad’s side last spring. That was the first time I had lost a family member and there were plenty of “should haves” and “what ifs” wrapped up in that loss as well. But it happened in Winnipeg and it too happened suddenly. Even now there are plenty of times where I slip and forget that losing him wasn’t a dream.

With my uncle, however, it was the first time I was somewhat present. It was the first time I’ve seen someone after death (As I rushed to the hospital to meet my mother I wondered to myself, “Will I see him die? Can I handle that?” only to have to trade my fear for the weight of discovering that I was already too late. I had never been forced to confront either scenario before). It was also the first time I’ve had to watch my family grieve in that way, and that hit me harder than anything.

While I can’t definitively say that it will always be the case (and let’s be real: It most likely won’t be), I have generally been able to look at the end of life as strictly the sad, unfortunate reality that it is. I’m too acutely aware of the fact that none of us last forever to get too angry over death. But watching my mom and her siblings (my uncle was the second youngest of six children), my grandparents, and especially my cousin – his 17-year old daughter – overcome with such profound sadness made my head spin. I made myself consider how I would be feeling if it were one of my own brothers and it was then that I could really appreciate the weight of their loss. I can’t handle even the idea of having to be forever without either Shane nor Tyler – my boys and first friends. In that light I was finally able to see death as more than just a mere eventuality and I clung fiercely to empathy instead.

Situations like this make me feel useless; In life, I aim to be a fixer whenever possible. I’m made immensely uncomfortable by situations in which I cannot provide – or at least contribute to – a solution. But there is no solution to death. You cannot remedy a loss like this. There are no words, only presence and I resigned myself to being as present as I could. I hugged and kissed liberally. I listened to sad voices and clutched shaking hands tightly. I will not hesitate to do any of it again in an instant if any of them needs me to.

After I got home that evening I spoke to Kyle – checking in from Fargo, North Dakota – and wondered out loud what the right decorum in this situation might have been. I wasn’t really convinced I had handled anything the “right” way. But I guess, and we both agreed as such, that there is no “right” way to grieve. There is no one way to react or respond in the face of loss. I think all that matters is that we are true to our feelings and lend strength where we can.

Life is messy and grief is complicated. Things can also change in an instant, and it’s too bad that so many of us (myself most definitely included) need times like this to remind us of that fact. So, love freely and without agenda. We may all have a limited number of days but at least we have the potential to make those days matter.

Much love <3

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Hooray for seemingly unpopular opinions! I’m weighing in on the HIMYM finale

Oh, man. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Writing about pop culture and TV shows isn’t necessarily my jam but here I am. Let’s see how this goes…

Unless you’ve been living under a rock you already know that the long-running show How I Met Your Mother ended this past Monday. The show had nine seasons under its belt and wrapped it all up with an hour-long series finale entitled, “Last Forever”. I couldn’t watch it on Monday night and had to stream it yesterday. I managed to avoid spoilers online but I couldn’t escape the great sense that viewers were deeply divided about how they felt about the episode.

After I finally watched it I completely understood why.

How I Met Your Mother, HIMYM, Ted Mosby, finale, Last Forever, Tracy, The Mother, television, TV

Personally, I loved it. I thought it was a beautiful and perfect way to end the show. It was dignified and tragic and it was real. In fact, I think that most of the things that I loved about it were the very things that a lot of other people hated. But what I think the show did really well, and thus why I feel compelled to write about it, is that it served up a healthy dose of reality.

What follows is my break down of the main plot points that seem to have so many people fired up. If you hated it, I’m not trying to tell you you’re wrong. I just want to say my piece.

(The rest of this long-winded post is behind the cut because spoilers suck.)

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Jasper Life Personal

Today is a big day

No April Fools here, my friends. I hate April Fools. You’ve been warned.

Seriously though, today is a super exciting day! Aside from ushering in a lovely new month, April 1st, 2014 comes bearing two very exciting events:

#1 Kyle begins his epic 4,000 km road trip!

Yep, it’s GO TIME! As of this morning Kyle is officially on his way to Ontario. He’s driving from Jasper, Alberta to Belleville and – as you can probably imagine – it’s going to be a looooong haul.

It probably goes without saying that I am hella excited. For all of the weeks of planning and waiting it’s crazy to think that the day is finally here. It’s just as crazy to think that in four days (he should hopefully be here by Friday night) my place will become our place and that we’ll actually be living here together! I’ve been taking a lot of time to reflect on the new life chapter that’s about to begin – nothing’s going to be the same after this! But I honestly can’t wait. These four days are going to be torture!

Sara Hamil, Kyle Harms, Maligne Canyon, Jasper, Alberta, adventure, love, relationships

On to our next adventure!

He’s clearly got the tougher end of the deal – he’s had to pack his life into one car and has to drive across the country. Fun, fun, fun… As for me, I’ve still got some work to do too. I’m only about half way through cleaning out my apartment… Meep.

Wish him safe travels! (And maybe me some good luck with my spring cleaning… Oy.)

#2 It’s Jasper’s birthday!

Aaaaah! It’s true! My little April Fool turns the big 6 today! He may be a puppy at heart but today he’s officially middle aged.

My sweet, constant, fluffy companion. The Scooby to my Shaggy; it’s bizarre to me to contemplate 6 long years (I have had him since he was 9-weeks old after all). I get a lump in my throat when I think about him getting older (I’ve actually shed a few tears about this after the last few days. Judge all you want, I just don’t care) and just how much has happened in all of these years but more than anything I’m happy to be celebrating yet another good one. He’s a fine beast, and I’m happy he’s mine!

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A smooch for the birthday pooch <3

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Life Personal

I beg your pardon (for my busy-ness)

It is so uncool to write about being busy.

And I know this, which is why the very fact that I’m writing this post grosses me out. I’m grossed out by myself and my decision to write this post about being busy. For shame, Self. For shaaaaame.

Be that as it may, busy is still the name of the game. It’s that time of year after all. Spring is much like fall in that there’s a flurry of school-related activity (except now the school year is ending instead of beginning). I have a pile of grading to conquer on top of the continuing education mini-course I’ve been teaching on Wednesday nights after work (in Bancroft, which is an hour and a half away. Not complaining! Just, y’know, understandably busy is all.) It’s also spring cleaning time, which I usually do a fairly half-assed job of (at least I’m honest) but recent developments have put me in a position of needing to take it seriously (finally. It’s really overdue).

(So many parentheses.)

I don’t know how people with families do it, and I commend them. I feel guilty when I don’t get to walk the dog or when I have to cancel or turn down plans with friends. Trying to balancing self-care while also prioritizing social engagements and bullet points on personal to-do lists gives me grief. I’m neglecting The Let’s Go Ladies, which really bothers me because it’s a project that I love but it just keeps getting bumped to the back burner (sorry, Candice. I swear I’m coming back!) But I also know that it’s a kind of busy I’m lucky to be (yay for gainful employment and exciting new life chapters!) and that in a few weeks things will slow down so, again: not complaining, just busy.

As I sit here, typing almost mindlessly, I find myself wondering where I’m going with this. I suppose I just wanted to put it out there and apologize because, at least for the next couple of weeks (maybe a month), I’m going to be pretty MIA. I won’t be as social as I want to be, nor will I be as fun. My nose will be to the proverbial grindstone as I kick ass at my job during typical seasonal busy-ness, wrap up another semester, and finish transforming “my” place into “our” place.

So, for those of you I might frustrate with my distance over the next little while, please bear with me.

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Pretty please?

I’ll be back in no time <3

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Brave New Year Life Personal

Notes on starting a brand new chapter (Because everyone likes surprises, right?)

As I started thinking through how I was going to write this post it dawned on me that I really don’t write about my personal life all that often. For the most part that’s just fine with me. I don’t mind having a bit of a line in the sand when it comes to how much I share online.

But sometimes not writing about certain things makes writing about other things a wee bit awkward. For example, half a year ago I didn’t write about being single. I also didn’t write anything when I found myself in a new relationship, which means where I’m going with this is going to be extra surprising!

But yay for surprises, right? Right! YAY!

I may not write about my personal life very often but I do write about my adventures in navigating adulthood and all of the fun new experiences that comes with it. And as far as fun new adult experiences go, I’d say moving in with your significant other is pretty high on the list.

Surprise!

Sara Hamil, Kyle Harms, They Call it Gumption, happy in love

His name is Kyle. We met while Candice and I were in Jasper for the Dark Sky Festival. I’ll admit it: I had a big ol’ crush on him from the moment I met him but I thought it was fairly one-sided so I took my feelings home with me. SIGH.

But as it turns out the feelings were actually quite mutual and thanks to the magic of technology we stayed in touch (Social media, man. Gotta love it.) It all started with talking. Lots and lots of talking. And bonding over Chris Hadfield. Chris comes up a lot. Seriously though, the thing about long distance is that it forces you to really hone your communication skills. Having no other option but to talk for weeks and weeks means you get to know each other pretty well.

Before we knew it we were making trips back and forth across the country to see one another. He met my friends, I met his parents – it was exciting! It didn’t take long for us to decide that we were dedicated to making things work: we feel the same way about each other and we want the same things from our relationship.

The only thing standing between us was (and, at least for now, still is) 4,000 kms.

So, after a lot more talking, we agreed that we wanted to take the next step. After all, it’s a lot easier to build a life with someone when you’re actually in the same time zone, right? We won’t know if we don’t try!

First thing next month he’s going to be packing his life into a car and making the epic road trip across the country. We’ll be moving in together and starting a new chapter and it’s really, REALLY exciting. How’s that for a brave new year?

Guys, I’m super happy. I’m happy and I’m crazy excited. I can’t wait to get started on this next chapter and, really,  I just wanted y’all should know ;)

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Personal Reflections

Offering the Universe the highest of fives

When things aren’t going well – like, really not going well – how do you react? When you’re having the worst day, week, month, whatever, how do you rationalize it all? Do you shake your fist at the sky and curse whatever power you believe in (or possibly whine to it, lamenting pathetically, “WHY DO YOU HATE ME?”) or do you take it all in stride?

What about when everything is going well? And not just well but, like, freakishly well? As in everything’s-coming-up-Milhouse well? Do days/weeks/months like that cause you to pause and reflect as well?

When it comes to the Powers That Be™ I’m one of those “everything happens for a reason” people. If I believe in a “higher power” it would simply be the Universe. I can’t explain it, nor am I going to try to. I’m just trying to preface the rest of this post.

Sara Hamil, They Call it Gumption, The Fault in Our Stars, Mr. Lancaster, the universe wants to be noticed, quote, John Green

“I believe the universe wants to be noticed” – This is what I’m talking about: I knew this quote would be perfect for this post so I picked up my copy of The Fault in Our Stars and open it… Right to the exact page I needed. I’m not saying it was the Universe, but it was probably the Universe. Just sayin’.

If there’s one thing that I’ve learned over time it’s to never take anything for granted, not even the bad stuff. And when it comes to the good stuff I’m trying more and more to express my gratitude, even if only inwardly. I don’t think life owes any of us a single thing, so when you get handed a pretty sweet deal I think it’s important to take a moment (or several) to reflect.

Well, friends – lately it feels like the Universe has been bending over backwards to get me to notice it. Not only are things going really, really well (apologies for being vague. I’ll fill you in soon enough) but the ways in which all of the little details have come together to bring me to the place I’m at right now are just too impressive to go unnoticed or unappreciated. In fact, I’m so damn impressed with the Universe and all its elegance that I just want to give it a great big cosmic high-five for all its hard work.

Sara Hamil, They Call it Gumption, How I Met Your Mother, HIMYM, Barney Stinson, I request the highest of fives, quote, gif

Exactly.

So, that’s all this is. This is my big ol’ high-five to the Universe and all its mysterious ways. This is me saying out loud that I am so full of gratitude not only for where I’m at right now but also for all of the little and big things that it took to get me here. Things aren’t always good, which means that when they are you’d better enjoy it (AND! Bonus points if you take all that good mojo and in turn do more good with it! EVERYBODY WINS!)

Life is weird. Right now, I’m happy. I’m happy and I’m endlessly grateful and I’m excited for the future.

That is all <3

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Brave New Year Experiences Personal Projects

Life skill unlocked: Making pasta from scratch with Pasta Tavola

As a part of my resolution to make 2014 a brave new year, something I’ve been determined to do is try new things as often as possible. I’ve been trying to make a point of taking up every new opportunity that comes my way as best I can. Aside from leaving me a little worn out from time to time (TIME MANAGEMENT FAIL) it has definitely meant that I’ve had an interesting couple of months!

Last week I got the chance to take a cooking class, which I can say with great honesty is something I need to do more of (culinary skills: I lack them). This one was pretty unique though as it was a hands-on workshop that taught participants to make homemade pasta from scratch. In summary: It’s not an overly complicated process but it is very labour intensive. You’ve been warned.

My friends Chelsea, Amanda, and  I decided to make the workshop a team effort (high five to Chelsea for making custom aprons for each of us too! We were the belles of the kitchen!)

Sara Hamil, Chelsea McPherson, Pasta Tavola, cooking classes, Bellevill, Quinte,

Chelsea made our aprons AND took this photo. She has skills.

Aside from the interesting subject matter and really hands-on approach, what really made the workshop interesting was our host, Paula. Paula co-owns a shop here in Belleville called Pasta Tavola (“pasta table” in Italian). Being from a traditional Italian family, she shared a lot of her history as well as the cultural significance of the pasta-making practice.

Of course, I say “practice” but really I should call it an art form because that’s exactly what it is. Watching Paula work during the demo portion of the evening was misleading as she mixed the egg and flour well and kneaded the dough in swift, delicate motions. The experience was significantly more challenging for the rest of us. Then again, she has been doing it since she was 6-years old.

Sara Hamil, Pasta Tavola, Paula, Belleville, Quinte, cooking, food, They Call it Gumption

Paula the pasta masta’

Challenging as it was, the pay off was so worth it. As someone who doesn’t make a whole lot from scratch (yet?) there is something incredibly satisfying about the final product. I was so proud of myself! And the taste? UNF. Boxed pasta doesn’t hold a candle to the fresh stuff.

Sara Hamil, Chelsea McPherson, Pasta Tavola, cooking, Italian, Belleville, Quinte, They Call it Gumption

Chelsea checks to see if her dough is thin enough for cutting. It’s an art.

Sara Hamil, Pasta Tavola, cooking, food, Belleville, Quinte. ghitarra, They Call it Gumption, friends

Amanda using the “ghitarra” to cut fettuccine noodles. It’s an amazing little traditional tool.

This was the kind of experience that I really love and that I hope to have more of. I learned a useful skill and had fun while I was at it. I’d definitely like to do more cooking classes in the future for sure!

If you’re in the Belleville/Quinte area and are interested in a pasta workshop, get in touch with the girls at Pasta Tavola (they even seem to do some in Toronto from time to time too). This was an experiment for them but if they see the demand for more classes I know they’d be happy to deliver. Trust me: It’s worth it!

Sara Hamil, Pasta Tavola, home made, homemade, Italian, Belleville, Quinte, cooking, food, They Call it Gumption

Pasta made from scratch tastes like success. True story.

And speaking of new experiences: After living in Ontario for half of my life I finally attended Ottawa’s Winterlude festival! You can read all about it over on The Let’s Go Ladies!

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Housekeeping!

It’s a brand new week, the last one of February, and it’s kicking off with a bang! Today is shaping up to be busy, busy, busy but before I get too much deeper into it I had two quick housekeeping-type things I wanted to mention!

#1 They Call it Gumption placed in the Canadian Blog Awards!

Remember when I said that this blog had been nominated under the Best Personal Blog category of the Canadian Blog Awards? That was cool enough on its own but  I woke up this morning to find out that I actually wound up placing! They Call it Gumption came in third (or took home the bronze for those of us that just aren’t ready to say goodbye to the Olympics quite yet) out of a pretty substantial list. Given what an honour it was just to be nominated, this has really blown me away. Thanks for all of your votes and support everyone! Y’all are the best!

#2 I’m going to be presenting in a webinar this week

This week I’ll be presenting in a webinar about the work we’ve done with social media at Quinte Pediatrics and Adolescent Medicine. “Harnessing the Power of Social Media” is being hosted by Nightingale and will look at some best practices when using social media in a medical practice setting. It starts at 12 p.m. EST this Wednesday, February 26th and if it sounds like something you might be interested in, you can register to join here!

Aaaaand that’s about it! Back to your regularly scheduled tomfoolery in a day or so! MWA!

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#WeAreWinter

Hey blog. How you doin’?

I know I threw a bit of a winter-induced hissy fit in my last post but I swear I hadn’t intended to hibernate quite this long. The Universe has certainly stepped in and shaken things up for me lately in all of the best ways. Things are good; very good. I’m busy but more importantly, I’m happy. I’ll tell you all about it soon :)

In the mean time, however: Olympics. More specifically: Canada. If there’s one thing that really helps get me get through the winter slump, it’s watching my Canuck brothers and sisters doing their thing in the Winter Olympics. (This has also helped. I guess winter isn’t that bad.)

These Games have been pretty kind to the True North Strong and Free and I am loving it! So, before I ease back into blogging regularly again, I wanted to take a quick moment to send a great big HELL YEAH to our guys and gals working hard to own the podium over there in Sochi. I’m so jacked up on Canadian pride right now that it almost hurts (although that’s probably just left over tension from the last couple nail-biting days. DEM LADIES THO.)

Olympics, Sochi, 2014, winter games, Team Canada, red mittens, HBC, Hudson's Bay Company

I’ve been bringing my lucky red mittens to the office this week! A double mitten’d high five to my boss at Quinte Pediatrics for letting me watch the games while I work. Have I ever mentioned how much I love my job? Aw yiss.

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