My mother was in labour for two full days before having me on a sunny August afternoon. She went into labour on the 7th, and I chose to make my big entrance on the 9th.
Wise people, my parents.
We've become accustomed to repurposing and living vicariously through other people's work instead of going out and making our own.
Thinking back, the majority of the conflicts I've had in my life have been a result of offering up my two unwelcome cents, crossing that line between constructive truth-telling and preaching.
As a Canadian, we are sort of inherently built with an unshakable humility that at times can work against you.
There is something transformative about the act of finding your own way without a to-do list.
