I have been pretty much blind for forever. Not *actually* blind. I can see. It's just that I have to wear coke-bottle thick glasses or very strong contacts to do it. Me with my glasses. And my cat looking like a rabbit. And wine. I got my first pair of specs in Gr. 4, but… Continue reading laser eye surgery is my thing
*Trigger Warning: Cancer scare. And hospitals. And drugged up poetry... It was a cold day in February when I sat in my doctor's office and heard the words, "I don't think this will kill you, Shauna." "It doesn't look like it's spread." My doctor said more, but I don't remember much else. I remember feeling… Continue reading hysterectomies are my thing
"This has been incredible. How do you know all this stuff?" I am comfortably sitting on the floor cross-legged at sunset with a glass of red wine in my hand. I am leading a strategic planning retreat for entrepreneurs and the team is feeling pleasantly tired from the focused work, and also fired up. I… Continue reading being 43 is my thing
As I write this I am hurtling through the air on a jet plane from Vancouver to Portland (for work and a little bit of pleasure, woot! woot!). This is my first time on a flight since the end of 2019 because of that whole pandemic thing, and it all feels a bit surreal, like… Continue reading is portland my thing
So, now that we (I am taking for granted that you and I are in this together now) have decided that my goal for this challenge the next 9ish months is to figure out how to feel comfortable in my own skin... I (*cough* WE) need a plan...
I wrote that whole "what is the point of this year long challenge of mine" post last week and within a few hours of it going live I realized it was all wrong. I came to conclusions, it felt tidy, it sounded reasonable more or less... but no. The happiness thing? I guess... not? Quick… Continue reading i made a mistake last week, sorry
As I come to the end of the first quarter of 2022, I am wondering what the purpose of this challenge of mine is. Why am I doing this? What is the point?
For forever I had felt like I was one hack away from really tapping into my professional groove. It always felt like something was just a little bit off.
I keep having this dream where I’m sitting on a plastic chair in a circle of people, mostly women. I am listening to someone speak. Eventually I look down and realize, much to my chagrin, that I am naked. It’s all hanging out there as I perch on my plastic chair. For some reason reaching for something… Continue reading naked in public dreams are my thing
I am driving a little too fast to my angel card reading appointment (my "thing" for February is readings). My plan to leave with plenty of time got sideswiped with an impromptu meeting for work and now I am running and starting and zipping and swearing a bit under my breath and sweating a bit… Continue reading angel card readings are my thing