It’s Sunday, 5:19pm as I start to write this. “Zhill Down” by Neotic is playing and there is some celebratory clapping going on outside my windows. I did a whole lot to nothing today. And cried during Yin Yoga. Not from physical pain but I suppose just permission to release. Maybe I haven’t been handling this whole self isolating, work from home as well as … Continue reading Dropping the Mask
Some days are diamonds. Some days are stone. That’s what John Denver sang anyway. Some days just kick you in the fucking teeth. Some days just leave you the hell alone. And some days are just well…days. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just a day that you should be grateful to be on this amazing round ball orbiting around a bright star in a sea of … Continue reading Some Days…
They say it’s a man’s worldBut it’s a world full of boysRude boysKind boysDumb boysSmart boysStraight boysGay boysGenderless boysHater boysLover boysBoys will be boysToxic with masculinityImmune to the hatred they spread “Dancing with the Big Boys” is from the album TONIGHT. The first two lines are the only lines that survived my initial thought when writing this poem. Once I sat down to write, it took … Continue reading Dancing with the Big Boys
Well, the first 9 days of February have been an external internal battle. Internal battle of not letting external affect my mental space and an internal battle of why I am suddenly letting the external affect my internal peace. I haven’t been feeling physically 100%. I’m on the tail end of a cold and can’t shake the cough and sinus drainage. Sexy. I know. I … Continue reading A Lesson in Irritation
I said adieu to Facebook today. No particular reason yet a lot of reasons as well I suppose. I was never a huge fan of Facebook, never really got into it, and never a heavy updater. I’ve deleted and restarted my account two or three times, but this time, I’d like to think it was more permanent. It felt good to hit delete. To release. … Continue reading Adieu Facebook
I owe a huge thanks to the one and only, Marcus (@barefoot_trainer👣). In my eyes, it will never be enough to say thank you to him, because I owe him a million plus infinity of thank yous for challenging me and changing my life. One year ago today at 7:15am, I did my very first personal training session with Marcus. Today, 365 days later at 6:15am, I will walk … Continue reading Thank You Marcus
I’ve been writing since I discovered haikus in grade school. It’s always been my thing. My passion. My way to express inside what I couldn’t always say on the outside. My voice is my words. My sword is my pen. I fight, I breathe, I live, I love through words. I’ve been thinking about this collection of works for some time. Some of these poems … Continue reading A Beautiful Mess
Last November, I walked into Flow Training Centre with one target in mind…get my shit together. Like I said in My Fitness Journey: Better Than Yesterday, I didn’t have a target weight loss. I didn’t have a target lift goal. I was only armed with a list of Why a Personal Trainer Now and Why I Can’t Do this Alone. I didn’t know then but my trainer, Marcus, (@barefoot_trainer👣) would … Continue reading A Changed Life
Brilliant shadows and Deep highlights on warm Summer sun soaked skin Continue reading Shadows & Highlights
My dear A tear for your pain A fear for your death A hug for your healing A smile for your demons A strength you didn’t know existed A love for self deep within A peace for your soul A happiness for your future My dear You brave girl My dear You stubborn girl My dear A woman your grandma would be proud of A … Continue reading My Dear