30 Days Later

So I took the month of September off Instagram.

And as you might expect, I have thoughts.

What I loved about it: the extra time.
NOT being “caught up” with everything.
Not being able to procrastinate

What I missed about it: sharing little things like “it’s Libra season.” Or the little day-to-day happenings.
Being able to procrastinate, ha.


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Taking the month of September off Instagram taught me (or really, it re-showed me, as any break does) that you can do this anytime. It is literally as simple as saying “I am going,” and then ... going. I left my email address - and got one email. The “big missing” I thought would happen did not. People moved on, lived their lives, did their scrolling without me, and were fine.. Lol and I was still me, too. And I was still funny, warm, grounded, caring - all the things I’d come to rely on Instagram to give me feedback on.

I did check in the browser once a week or so for messages, and got a few. I had a boudoir shoot done and posted my sneak peeks (and have So Many Thoughts on that to share in an upcoming post!).

When I had a cute lipstick or outfit or something I’d normally share in my stories, I texted a few friends instead.

I went to bed and turned my phone on bedtime mode at 10 and read and snuggled with my kitty.

I learned that I do love Instagram but I also REALLY love a break from Instagram. I love having *boundaries* with Instagram. It’s like a friendship or any relationship that benefits greatly from strong rules in place. It’s good the old way, but better this way. So for now I’m going to keep this good thing going. I’m going to be off the month of October too.

The time I’ve not been spending on the app (and the extra space in my mental energy) has allowed me to think somewhat about where I’m going in my life. My career. As a Cape Bretoner and as a mom and as a human alive on Earth as the climate crisis worsens. We don’t have much time left to take advantage of the world as we know it, the world cheap fossil fuels has allowed. To set up alternative ways to be, before the climate crisis forces us to.

I’ve been mulling a lot what I can do to help that isn’t just sharing posts on social media. Although you know I love a good post share… But I don’t want that to be ALL I do, you know? And I don’t want that for any of you either. I want to figure out and then actually DO things I can change, and ways we all can change.

But this is heavy stuff to face and I need to balance it out with rest and time spent alone, or with my family, and not scrolling *nearly* as much.

What’s the trade-off? Am I less in tune with what’s going on on the world, on my community?

Maybe, but also I don’t think so. I’ve been more active on Facebook, partly because of my work, but also in the Buy Nothing group I admin for my area. And partly just to connect with people on there, family and friends. I’ve been listening to CBC Radio more, maybe because I’m less stimulated by news and information from Instagram. I’ve been listening to podcasts more (specifically A Beautiful Mess’s archives, and Mara Glatzel’s Needy, and Layla Saad’s A Good Ancestor). I’ve been out talking to my neighbours, maybe not more but definitely more appreciated.

I’ve been working (extremely slowly) on a novel.

I’ve been reclaiming my time.

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Its important to remember that it’s ok to change.  It’s ok to have gone through an Instagram phase and then be going through a non-Instagram phase.

I also think it’s interesting too that this phase is coinciding with me being single again and NOT looking. When I broke up with my boyfriend of one year, in June, I jumped on Tinder almost right away, mainly for some casual fun, but also to explore my newly claimed bisexuality and to date women as well as men. And it was great! I met awesome people, learned a lot about myself. But it was BUSY and a lot of work and energy too. So currently I’m not looking, for a relationship, or for new partners. I’m casually dating a few folks I met. But mainly I’m focusing on me, on my son, on my friends and my close family. On my home. On my goals. And it feels damn incredible.

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So what’s the wrap-up? Just that for now, this is what works, for me. We’re all different. It’s cool if you’re totally into Instagram right now, or a different platform. Maybe one day soon I’ll be back at the level I used it before. Maybe not. We’ll see.

I’d love to hear from you, though. :) I do miss the connections.

9 days into my Instagram break...

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And I’m considering never going back.

I mean, I probably will at some point. But for the moment I’m getting exactly what I want from a break, which is… mental space.

It isn’t all perfect bliss, please don’t assume I’ve got it all figured out, haha. One magic app deletion and that’s the secret to happiness! - no. But it does allow me some space in my brain and a feeling of increased privacy.

The tricky thing, of course, is that I’ve long gotten joy from sharing things about myself and my life online with strangers. Strangers who become friends! So I don’t want to go full hermit.

But for now, there is some peace in taking a step back. Deleting the app. Sitting in the quiet that comes to fill it.

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July 24 - 10 things

Growth. Mama, baby.

Growth. Mama, baby.

  1. Yesterday was my late paternal grandmother’s birthday. Isabel. She would have been almost a hundred - 97 years old. I put out on the table a photo album open to a page with a photo of me and her in 1989. Her hair was white, I remember her as OLD. She was only 65.

  2. The forest, the rain, a waterfall, a pool. Nakedness. A wonder.

  3. “These are the days of miracle and wonder.”

  4. Butter, bread, cheese, cream cheese. A frying pan. The resulting crunch and smoothness of a perfect grilled cheese.

  5. A fun writing exercise is when you write out a paragraph and then it doesn’t save and you rewrite it, better. Perhaps.

  6. So many Paw Patrol yogurt drinks in this season of my life. Of Aidan’s life.

  7. It’s OK to delegate work that others can do too, and save the work that only you can do, for you. (Write the book!)

  8. Since coming out as bi last month, it feels as though I am dancing with my freedom. I am trying on new hats, new styles of clothing, looser fitting, more comfortable. This is literal and figurative. This feels so, so good.

  9. The miracle is that we’re all still here. Still working on it all.

  10. I am working on keeping a zero balance on my credit card and it feels scary and weird not to owe anything. Freedom can be scary.

This post format is 100% inspired by Alisha Sommor’s posts.

36 Things

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Today I turn 36.

I drafted my “Want To Do” list what feels like a million years ago, but was really only a month and a half. Before Coronavirus came and changed everything, before we went into isolation living, and before the terrible shooting here in Nova Scotia. Before “normal” shifted so drastically.

But I think it’s still important to have fun goals, to have “Want To Do” lists. Control what we can, right? Find joy where we can, too.

This is inspired by Elise Blaha Cripe (of course - I love her) and her list is here. In the email newsletter where she talked about this, she said something along the lines of: the point is NOT to get all this stuff done. The point is get SOME of it done. It’s a list of fun, a list of dreams. Some of it will get done in an afternoon. Some will require months of planning. Some may never happen or may take a few more years. She wrote, “I loved dreaming up 35 things, but honestly? It will be so great if I do FIVE of these things.”

Ditto. It was FUN and a bit of a streeeetch to come up with 36 things! Some are BIG stretches (ahem, house? Novel? Probably won’t happen this year but it’s fun to dream). Some I already did (ahem, shave head? Was going to do that this summer but then COVID-19 happened). Some require keeping track over the year and some will be done in a day.

Without further ado, here’s my list:

  1. Do a boudoir shoot with Kandise Brown.

  2. Hike two coves: Fishing Cove and Gull Cove.

  3. Shave my head.

  4. Climate activism - more of it!

  5. Build a garden bed.

  6. Read 36 books.

  7. Find the perfect brownie recipe.

  8. Make ice cream from scratch.

  9. Take 100 walks.

  10. Camp in the CB Highlands National Park.

  11. Host a Buy Nothing Project gathering.

  12. Make my Christmas presents.

  13. Learn to use my sewing machine and sew something.

  14. Take a dance class.

  15. Cook healthy meals with my boyfriend.

  16. Send 36 pieces of mail.

  17. Try 36 local foods.

  18. Make a piece of jewellery I want to wear.

  19. Swim in a river.

  20. Use my sketchbook regularly.

  21. Find a signature scent.

  22. Make a pie from scratch.

  23. Write a novel.

  24. Buy a house.

  25. Print my favourite photos of my favourite people and frame them.

  26. Convert Aidan’s crib into a bed.

  27. Update my website and CV.

  28. Get or convert a coffee table with room for art supplies.

  29. Make my kitchen more functional for me and inspiring to cook in.

  30. Get fake plants.

  31. Get a new tattoo.

  32. See 10 concerts.

  33. Write 10 poems.

  34. Take a trip.

  35. LGBTQ activism.

  36. Do a 100 Day Project.

Template for the list is from Elise Blaha Cripe - they were free to newsletter subscribers. If you want one message me too and I can send you the email they were from.

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Thoughts had while walking. Thoughts had while tidying my apartment. My Friday night to myself - and deciding to bail on a writers’ group meeting tomorrow morning in order to WRITE.

This novel isn’t going to write itself.

things happen

Last week I was really into posting a small post daily. I took a weekend break and thought I would continue this week. Then Monday my kiddo was sick with a fever, I had to leave work early to go get him. That continued into Tuesday. Took him to the doctor and he had an ear infection, blarg. We also had two snowstorms in there… and I live alone and have no-one else to shovel for me. And have to wait until kiddo goes to sleep so I can go out and shovel.

We’ve had so much snow this winter that my little basement apartment is starting to feel a bit like a cave.. its hard to see out the windows for the snow-hills, drifts and banks.

Then today (Wednesday) work was called off, which was good because I would’ve had to take the morning off anyway to be home with Aidan. (Antibiotics but still, he needs 24 hours rest before going back to daycare.)

And being home with a sick kid is not like when you’re home sick by yourself - it’s round the clock care for a small 2-year-old human who can’t express in words how he’s feeling. Who has a history of febrile seizure. Who only wants to be on mama, clinging to mama with his feverish little body, and cries when I go pee.

So this is getting long, which isn’t my goal. So I’ll end it here. My point being: things happen. Things get in the way. It’s OK. Get back to it when you can.

Grounding down

Since a couple of months now, my inner voice has been saying a phrase to me when I get overwhelmed, or when I feel like the moment is going too fast and I want it to last.

Ground down into the moment.”

I think I picture my legs and feet rooting into the ground. Or some sort of energy from my body turning into a pillar or a tube, and then grounding, like electricity. I don’t know what I picture exactly, only just how it feels, to hear those words.

Ground. Down.

This moment, this place I am in, these things around me (tables? chairs? food?), these other people sharing this moment (my son? my boyfriend? my family? my co-workers?)... what are they? Pay attention to them. Pay. Attention.