the good wine
I had accidentally put the nicest bottle, one I was saving for a special occasion, in the fridge and opened it on a random Saturday.
I had accidentally put the nicest bottle, one I was saving for a special occasion, in the fridge and opened it on a random Saturday.
Within a few days, I had also completed Coach 2, Safety Trainer, and my advanced first aid recertification. I shifted suddenly from the team manager who’d send a few emails and book a few hotel blocks to a one-woman hockey team staff.
As I tried to explain the grey zone, it occurred to me that learning the little, and often nuanced things in life can sometimes be the hardest. The unspoken rules. The “best practices”. The things we might only learn the hard way when something has blown up in our face.
Dear 25-year-old-self, I know things feel hard right now. I know you feel lost. But, you’re not. In these moments when you feel like a failure, it’s impossible to imagine that you’ll look back and feel pride. You will. You worked hard even when you felt like giving up. You held it together when it… Continue reading dear 25-year-old-self
F is nearly 16, E’s almost two, and S is finishing his “threenager” phase. Between daycare drop-offs, high school prep, and even rappelling off a building, life’s been full—and writing slipped away.
This summer was more sunshine and sticky ice cream hands than client work, and honestly, I’m grateful. As the school year starts, I’m hopeful routine brings space to write again—about the little things I’ve missed sharing.