Can I Change the World?

I would like to have an impact on the world.  I would like to look back on my life and see how I made a difference.  A big difference in helping shift our world to be more kind and collaborative.  To aid in healing people who will then heal the planet including nature and our communities.  To have countries less focused on war and more focused on healing, on working together so that we all feel safe and have space to be ourselves.

No small goals for me.  How far am I in this lofty goal?  No where.

It’s depressing to look around and feel the helplessness when faced with these overwhelming tasks.  I don’t know the steps to even make a small difference in helping the planet and people to heal.  I don’t have the technical skills to be in a healing industry.

I teach accounting.  That is not particularly healing.

I was reading a piece again using a prompt to imagine myself on my deathbed and answer the question “How is the world better because I lived in it”.

As I sit with that and imagine how I want to feel in that moment.  I think I actually want to feel a sense of peace with how acted in my everyday interactions.  Those are the most powerful in my immediate environment.  Maybe I can’t or won’t be able to change the big world.  But I can change my small world.  I can focus on making the people I come into contact with everyday feel heard and valued in some way.

I’ve read all this before.  Maybe I wasn’t ready to hear the message?  I’m not sure what it is.  How this shift never occurred before within me.  I thought I was getting all the messages of how to bring more fulfillment and purpose to my life.  But I’m realizing I was stuck on these things being external goals.  Steps I would follow and work my way towards these goals.

I seemed to always be spinning my wheels.  I have a good job, two kids, and a marriage.  Check, check, check.  But fulfillment and purpose?  Not so much.

I can’t will those into place without looking inside.  Doing the work to heal my own disconnection.  I need to make myself feel heard not to the world outside me but for myself.

When I look back on my life, I want to look back on a life that I lived with a sense of kindness and connection that I felt within and shared with my small world to change this world a little at a time.  That this could be enough.


I Get It Now

I’ve been thinking a lot about my personal and career work and how I can fit into making a difference in the world.  It’s hard not to feel despair and that nothing I do will matter.  But the truth is if we all just focused on making our much smaller parts of the world better that together we would make a difference.

It is so hard to stay in that mindset.  I’ve never really written down my goals before or maintained a planner in the sense of planning ahead.  I’ve only ever used a calendar for keeping track of appointments and writing in events and now trying to put down more memories.

I’m starting to see though as I em entrenched firmly in my mid-forties that I do manage to get things done, remember to make appointments, and can use my planner to look back at past events but I feel exactly like that.  I’m focused on getting through my days but I’m missing a sense of connection to others and a connection to a greater good.  Am I making a difference?  Where am I going?

There is so much information on creating desired feelings, finding purpose or passion, doing year-end reflection and planning.  I so want to do that but feel like there is no point that I don’t have enough going on to worry about writing it down.  Although as I think of memories so easily forgotten.  Cute things that my kids say that I think I will remember and don’t.  I get down on myself for not doing a better job of documenting, planning, and just writing things down.

A blank page always feels futile to me.  What should I write?  I have always envied those that can write, draw, journal, doodle, put anything on a page!  As I write this I wonder if it was growing up not feeling heard, being afraid to speak and therefore it was always stuffed down inside.

As I write these words, and they start to tumble out of the swirling mind I have, that is exactly it.  Nothing I have to say was important and therefore I should not say anything.  Keeping it all inside has been part of so many difficulties.  A contributor to an auto-immune disease I’ve had since my teenage years, over-eating, sugar, alcohol, and depression.

I have an exploding feeling of wanting to help the world, my world, my community, those who I can reach with these thoughts.  What would the world looked like if we allowed ourselves a voice.  That it doesn’t have to be about big injustices (those so need to be heard and are coming out now too by many brave women) but that we can change the world by allowing ourselves to speak from our own hearts.

As I’ve written this it’s like an understanding wells up as my words come out and that there was no other access.  I can get to the understanding through thought.  I’m sure this is the art, music, and words that so many others have known so long.  My next task is to not be down on myself for taking so long to figure this out.

To allow myself to just speak.

To keep writing.

To start writing and allow the understanding to come up.

To hope that in doing so you can also find your way to your voice and to a moment of connection within that has always been there buried in the depths.

This feeling of connection is small but it is the seed that we all need to stop feeling so lost and alone.

The Pain of Being

Today I touched the pain of being.  I didn’t wake up this morning with that plan.  I was quite happy to be working from home, grinding my way through the nitty gritty of developing a course. I went for a walk and the sun was shining.  I grabbed a coffee and enjoyed some homemade baking back at my house.  Slowly tweaking my course into order.

I had a physio appointment after lunch to work on my neglected, seized up shoulder and neck muscles.  I’ve been making some slow progress and expected today to be a typical visit of heat, a couple of new exercises and dry needling.  It started that way.  In the second exercise my elbow joint locked into the most intense pain.

My physiotherapist jumped on it.  She had me lay down and slowly worked on my arm and elbow.  I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks.  Rationally I knew I was ok and the intense pain was intermittent as I relaxed and let go of trying to move my arm.  They tears were coming from the depth of me and didn’t know the rational world was fixing the problem.

After a few minutes my elbow released and I could move my arm again.  Just like that the intense pain gone, a soreness and ache in my arm was all that remained.

But this pain had triggered a pain in the depths of my being that didn’t seem logical.  I drove home, tears streaming again.

There is a lot of history under those tears; rheumatoid arthritis from the age of 13, a feeling of isolation, unworthiness, and loneliness.   A deep understanding of touching pain that questions the will to live.

I have been doing work on this, sometimes half heartedly, sometimes dedicated, not always knowing if it will ever make a difference.  Not knowing if I will ever feel worthy, loved, surrounded.

I felt given up on for a moment at physio.  I have been working really hard lately to work on my physical health.  To do the exercises I need to do.  It felt like a huge blow to my progress.

In reality I am moving forward.  The changes are small but they are there.  I have done my exercises everyday.  I emotionally have been going through a hard time with my marriage the last few years and a conversation with my husband several days ago has shifted my emotional torment a little.

I have struggled with why bother for a long time.  Why bother has meant years of not putting effort into doing work for my physical, emotional, and spiritual health.

Now I have kids, four and seven, and it started with a need to do be there for them.

I also need to be there for myself.

That is the pain.  Am I there for myself?

When I touch the pain of my being, can I be kind and compassionate and not beat myself up for not being where I think I should be in my life.

I am here.  Right now.

So if you see me (and maybe not the physical me but the other souls who have touched their pain) could you remember to smile and see me, see them.

See them, not their pain.

The beautiful soul that really is there just underneath.

Understanding Life Through Death

When Breath Becomes Air. by Paul Kalanithi

I had heard a little bit about this book and knew it probably wouldn’t be an easy read, but I had some time as I was recovering from surgery.  I saw it on my local library’s express read and grabbed it without too much thought.

To say I was not prepared is an understatement.  I knew he died, all readers know as it is written in the description of the book.  I was not prepared for the connection I would make with his longing to understand living and death.  I was not prepared to see the honest glimpses of a neurosurgeon resident that were not in any way above me or better than my existence.  And in the end of it all to experience his experience of death as told by his wife in the epilogue.  I did not expect nor prepare for the grief I experienced for someone I didn’t know.

I expected the story of a neurosurgeon resident to be somehow not so relatable to my life.  Not that I feel a doctor’s life is more worthy than others but I figured there would still be a sense of achievement within Paul’s journey that would set our lives far apart.  But I did not get that sense at all in his story.  He actually starts out by saying he doesn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps into medicine but instead studies literature.

What really pulled me in was the honestness of a story told from his perspective, in his search for meaning and trying to understand death.  This search is ultimately what leads him to medicine.

It was only afterwords that I read the reviews that said this is a book that will stay with the reader for a long time.  It does.

His death is heartbreaking not because his life felt superior and should have been saved but because losing a soul is heartbreaking in itself.  It is heartbreaking for his family and friends and now for all the readers who mourn the loss of someone who was trying to find his meaning and path in this world that can be so joyful and so cruel.

We are all just trying to find our way, our meaning in this world that can be so joyful and cruel.  Why do some have to leave so soon.  We can’t answer that except to know that it’s not about fairness in the way we measure it.  I believe there must be a cosmic reason.  A soul contract that we made before we came that contains the wisdom of losing lives so early.  That we really don’t know how long we have for a reason.

It leaves me with the realization that I focus way too much on the things that don’t matter in the end.  That the world supports me in doing this.  Our systems are messed up.

I focus way too often on losing the last 10 pounds, having clear skin, and owning the “right” stuff.  Consumerism is constantly knocking on my door, your door.  To buy more, upgrade, that all the latest goods will make our lives better.

They don’t.

Kindness, compassion, working to the good of our friends and family.  Lifting spirits, supporting each other in our journeys, understanding that we are usually trying our best from we we are.  That some start with very little in life.  Not just from a materialistic perspective but with a good family, friends and supportive community.  What would the world look like if we all had a good start?

And if we didn’t have a good start in life.  Can we support each other or at the very least give the benefit of knowing that everyone is doing there best in the moment.  Sometimes those moments we see aren’t our best and acknowledging that it doesn’t mean we are stuck there.  We can be better, love better, and treat each better.

It was a disconcerting experience grieving for someone I didn’t even know but I’m so glad I read that book.  It has stirred in me a commitment to being more conscious of my life.  To appreciate the struggle as a part of the beauty of life.

That there is more for me in my life journey.  It is all so uncertain right now what that is but I’m trusting a universe that would bring us Paul Kalanithi who so bravely bared his soul so that we could see ourselves reflected in the infinite universe.

Life Lived

What makes a meaningful life?  How do we find meaning in the world, how do I find meaning in a vastness that can seem so isolating and unwelcoming?  How do some people seem to know from very young their direction, calling, and path that they chose.  That path may not always be straight and may be bumpy but it is a clear path.  Then there are those that can’t find a path or the path never seems right.  Is it not seeing what is right in front of me?  That maybe the path is there but I don’t have the faith or the perception to know it.  I have been trying to find meaning, searching in books, websites and all around me about how to be healthier and self help books that tell me I can find meaning and improve my life.  Meaning is not found in those books or websites.

They mean well.  Finding values, finding my passion, increasing productivity, learning positivity, and finding the fear and doing in anyway are all written with great intentions.  Intentions that you and I can learn from. But they don’t give us the key to meaning.  Why has it taken so long for me to figure that out?

Meaning is in the mundane.  The first time I heard this I thought what they heck is that?! That can’t be it.  Meaning has to be something powerful.  An epiphany that will come to me in a great flash of light and insight.  A great calling that is grand and of course obvious in it’s grandness.

I realize now it’s actually really small.  It’s morning hugs with my kids, getting the bowls of cheerios and bananas, packing backpacks, driving to work, working, making dinner, the other thousands of minutia of the day.

Meaning is that life is not always easy or positive and can be downright sad and heart breaking.  It’s living those moments and learning to see them with the eyes knowing time here is limited.  That maybe a morning hug and kiss may be the last.  We can’t live exactly like everyday is a last day.  Otherwise many days of work would not be done!  But being more present in the moments and seeing them as the integral pieces of a life lived.

Does it mean that I now wake up everyday filled knowing that I can stop searching?  No.  It seems so hard to see these small moments in their glory to not want there to be something big that I still need to be driving myself towards.

I still feel a deep yearning that I have much more meaning to to discover in this life.  But the work needs to be more internal.  I can read but not with the goal of finding the answers out of me but in order  to know that we all journey together.  It’s not someone else’s answer that I need but a way into my own answer.

Morning Moments

One of my favourite bloggers is  I love how she shares her struggles, triumphs, and her moments in life.  She inspired me to start waking up between 5 and 5:30 am most weekday mornings.  I also feel like there is so much I want to do and I wasn’t getting accomplished in my life.  Having young kids makes the time even more precious to carve out so that I’m getting refuelled and also taking steps to accomplish the things that matter to me.

There is so much great information and awesome bloggers that share their lives that it has taken me a few years to really get sharing and working consistently on my blog.  Why write if I don’t have something new and different.  What I should have seen a long time ago is that it is the sharing of our stories, our perspective that is a creative outlet and connects us together.  Those are two very powerful reasons and are enough.

I love how shared experiences make us feel less alone.  In knowing that other moms struggle with patience and feel fried by the end of the day, I feel less angst that I’m doing everything wrong.  There are lots of picky eaters and meal planning and getting kids to eat healthy is a common struggle too!  Sleeping.  Enough said there.

I appreciate those that share not only the struggle but all the the things they do to piece a great life together.  Food ideas, sleeping thoughts, self care reminders, and many more ideas.

I have friends who I talk with, get together and have a shared journey but I also love being able to sit down at the end of the day or open up my computer bright and early and feel a connection to this shared journey of finding our way through life, parenting, working, and relationships.

Lessons Not Learnt

I feel like a crab in a crab pot of life.  I am so ready to leave behind limiting beliefs, negative thought patterns, and my self sabotaging behaviours.

I know that I fall into negative thought patterns, I focus on the things that my husband is not doing and lamenting in my mind how I do the heavier share of child care even though I also work full time.

I eat too much sugar.  It is my reward when I’m tired, when I need to feel nurtured, and when I want a boost.

I focus on losing the last 10 pounds.

Deep inside I want to feel seen, loved, and appreciated and it often comes out as needy or I go into self-martyre mode and loop eventually into anger.

I have worked on feeling worthy.  And I do.  I do believe I’m worthy of love.  I’m not perfect.  I’m ok with my ability to have dance parties with the kids, to get some good meals on the table (not always but enough), to be a great instructor at work, and to be really settling into who I am.

But where I get dragged back down into the crab pot is with relationships.  I feel like I’m in a pattern of not being seen.  It started with my family and two other relationships before being married.  I can’t really expect to be seen if I don’t show who I am to the other person which I really struggled with in my 20’s and 30’s.  I’ve really worked at discovering who I am and being ok with it!  I want to live more in the being of me.  Hmm, that doesn’t seem to make sense but is the raw truth.

Some of my seemingly sabotaging behaviours are really just coping mechanisms for not feeling seen.  And that’s where my work is.  I need to be work on my self compassion and take the focus away from the external need for validation and truly give that to myself.

My hope is to break the patterns that keep repeating and really this is my journey as a soul finding their way, making their way to meaning in this life.



I have felt restless for as long as I can remember. I’m not sure exactly when it started. At what point did I go from the live in the moment to moment ease of the childhood mind to restless?
There are as many reasons underlying this feeling as there is ways to deal with it.

Some of the coping methods I’ve used are constructive and others destructive and I’ve done lots of both.

Overeating, sugar, and alcohol are not so conducive to positively working out good changes.

Trying to work through what this feeling is trying to communicate gives seeds to work with.

And it seems that this restlessness is my tool that I’ve been given to push me to examine my life and figure out what I need to do next.

When I figure out one piece, there is always another wave which at times can feel suffocating and depressing. I’m realizing that the waves will keep coming but if I can learn to move with the waves it is not so crushing. I can see the continual waves with more patience and compassion.

Todays wave is about work. My work history is a combination of being tossed around in the crashing waves to a joyous learn to surf only to have a major wipeout a couple of years ago.

When I graduated from high school there was a recession going on. Add to that limited funds for university and a lack of confidence in my chosen field of teaching, I ended up dropping out of university at the start of second year. I managed to find a full time job working in a coffee shop and at least was able to support myself while searching for what to do next. I was introduced to a boyfriend’s sister who was a CMA – a designated accountant.

That was never my dream but I could take classes at night while I worked and that is how I fell into the accounting profession.

It was not my first choice (or twentieth for that matter) but the whole seven years it took, I could work which was needed. I could never find a fit though in any of the accounting jobs that I had. Thankfully twelve and a half years ago had the confidence to get back into teaching – accounting at a college.

I think some people are not only satisficers or maximizers ( when it comes to choosing but I think it happens in other areas too.

I’ve realized that I tend to have the maximizer in me always on, always scanning to see if any job, relationship, house, and any other part of my life are what’s best for me.

A couple of years ago I had been chugging along quite happy in my role as an instructor and also working on some long-term planning for my department. I already had the restless feeling creeping up after ten years of teaching, I was ready for a different opportunity. Insert some serendipitous miscommunication and an intolerant boss and I switched departments.
I’m still teaching accounting but in a different campus and department.
I love that I know have more freedom in the way I deliver courses and it has been a good change.
But the restlessness is still brewing.
I know part of the solution is learning skills to just let the restlessness go. I don’t have to act on it all the time. Meditation could be one or for me right now (although a 6 yr and 4 yr old tend to be great interrupters!) I have an energy routine to get back into my body that has been working really well. It only takes ten minutes which has meant consistency almost every day.

On the other hand do I want to do another 10 or 15 years doing what I’m doing? My other loves have been psychology (I went back to finish a BA in psych a few years ago). And a chronic illness that has been in remission for a long time but never far from the surface has me exploring alternative healing as a way to fulfill a deeper desire to really work with people at a more personal level.

I don’t know what the answer is yet but I know for sure that the restlessness will keep pushing me to figure it out.

A New Life Emerging


I have been going through a season or more like a whole year of intense pressure to make changes. The pressure is internal. A need to drive my life in a direction that is more fulfilling, more inline with who I am and who I feel is trapped deep inside.

I have a love of learning and gathering information. And then reading more and more and more. I love blogs, books, and if I have the time courses as well. I love that I gather ideas and and increase my knowing of better ways to eat, to add positivity, and to see how others are living through their blogs.

I’m drawn to stories and it fascinates me what interests and inspires others to live their lives the way they do.
It would take several posts to talk about all the blogs, books, and magazines that I’ve read over the last several years. And I still go to work and take care of my young family.

It’s what I love to do but then I realized that even though I love reading about improvements and great ideas that would make my life fuller, richer and more enjoyable, I’m NOT following through on almost all of these things.


That question has plagued me. I realize now that I use up all my time (outside work and family) doing the reading and researching but I leave no time to actually make the changes in my life. It leaves me feeling restless and a bit of a failure when it comes to having a life that I love.

I love insights and have worked really hard to figure out who I am as I thought this was the answer to how I can really make changes and improve my eating, my energy, my direction in life. In turn I can be a better mom.
And certainly this intense search I embarked on over the last couple of years has helped. I finally figured out that I’m an ENFP and a type 4. I could not figure these out before! And it’s in realizing that I have a very open orientation to life and this meant that I could see myself in many types and also that I have had some experiences where I could not express who I was and has meant I keep the real me very private. So private that even I couldn’t access these parts of myself.

The culminating point happened when I went for an Evolutionary Astrology reading that BLEW MY MIND. She touched on my life long struggle to find my way and was able to pull out and explain pieces of me that need to be exposed and shared so that I can move forward. I sat in disbelief as she explained how I’m private and can’t even seem to know myself. That I love learning, pick up on concepts easily but have a hard time accepting one way of being in the world. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I also need to work on finishing something! She recognized that I start many things but don’t really get them off the ground. Like this blog, and I want to implement necessary diet changes to improve my health and learn some key skills to move my work life forward.

And here I am.

Ready to break out of my self imposed cocoon to share my journey in hopes that you can fly beautiful and free too!!

Ch, Ch, Changes

All around there is so much unrest not only in politics but in how we operate and interact with our world. Change is in the air in so many aspects that the uncertainty is overwhelming.

I have felt really called to reflect on my values and to try and discern how my values will drive my actions going forward.

If feels like our political, medical, and educational systems just don’t serve us in today’s world. There is something to be said for tradition, standards, systems and being lead by experts in these areas. But are there experts leading us? Who is really acting on our best interests?
What are our best interests? It’s enough to made me want to crawl into bed, pull the covers over my head and come out when the world looks different.

How do we get the world to look different? How do we get more compassion, kindness, and trust? How do I help the world to look different? It feels so overwhelming. You’ve heard it before – how can my one voice make a difference?
And the answer I know – it’s when we add all the ones together to get a very large sum that DOES make a difference.

For me that means figuring out a path to making my one voice congruent with my values. If I can start here right now at what feels like step one. Even one positive step forward is better than staying stuck in the muck that seems to be cementing my feet.

I can start with a smile and words of kindness to crack the cement to break free from feeling like there is no hope. Hope will grow and expand bit by bit.

Which direction am I stepping? I don’t know!
I do know that every single institution that I have ignored and often just complained about needs to shift into a new way of being.

The government can’t lead changes, it has to start with me (and you!).

The medical system can’t do it only using one way of treating disease and not treating people.

The education system can’t do it by teaching what has always been taught and then expecting students to graduate and be equipped to operate in a chaotic world.

The corporate world can not maintain greed for some as the way to rationalize actions that hurt you and me.

It’s time to step into the unknown and I will share this journey of doing what I can to change, to change a bit of my world and I hope that ripples to meet your changes too.

It’s time to step forward and meet the world with what I can give, to add to hope to the best of my ability and to encourage you to join me.