So, if you’ve been here before, you’ll probably notice a length of posts missing. They will be back, the stories, the connections; they just need to be re-formatted for the new domain host I have. But hey! We finally have a proper URL now.
And if you wanna connect, you can always check out my Link Tree
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The Dirt
Life has changed a lot since last summer, and in the chaos of it I let some of my dreams fall to the wayside, but I’m back, and it’s almost time to hustle.
Winter isn’t done with us yet—and honestly, it’s making that very clear. Just when we start dreaming about lighter days and softer air, winter pops back in like, “Hi, I’m still here.” The cold lingers, the days stretch on slowly, and everything feels like it’s caught in between seasons. It’s a time that can feel heavy and restless all at once—but it’s also a reminder to move gently, stay cozy, and let ourselves exist in the in-between a little longer. Spring will come… just not quite yet.
Winter is not a failure to bloom—it is a sacred pause. In the pagan wheel of the year, winter is for rest, reflection, and tending the quiet roots beneath the soil. Nothing is stagnant here, even when it looks still. As the light slowly returns and spring begins to stir, we’re invited to wake gently—not rushing, not forcing, but listening for what’s ready to grow. Rest was never the opposite of productivity; it was preparation.
And when spring arrives, we rise not from nothing, but from deep, intentional rest.
So, slowly, I am returning to the grind and building my dreams.
In recent days, I have been working on developing the store and the blog, and aligning the styles as they are both a part of me. I’ve gotten domain names under control and am progressing my personal brand, TikTok and Facebook presences. Frustratingly, Bean has had a bad stomach Flu since Sunday. She was okay by Wednesday, but we missed the bus, and today is a snow day. It’s not all bad. I love having Bean home with me, but developing a brand and policies while handling a sick kid is no fun. Last week, I spent the week focusing on product mapping, suppliers and development for the shop.
I still need to settle on my ‘official’ hours for the store and the blog; when people can actually expect me to answer, but you know me, I’ll be working in the background whenever it suits me, too.
We left Ottawa and subsidized housing mid-June 2025 and now live in the Niagara Peninsula, but we still have to save up to get our own house; right now, we live in the apartment Nick’s Mom owns.
Do you remember Nick? I’ll make sure to get Our Story re-formatted and re-released ASAP so you can check it out if you don’t. Keep an eye out.
Bean and I still survive off my ODSP; that’s part of what this dream is about, though, building financial freedom and a life for Bean that I am proud of. Achieving my goals and showing her that anything is possible if you put in the effort.
Someday, I hope to own a home, own a car and be able to get my teeth fully fixed. My teeth are a long story on their own, but to catch you up, another couple of teeth have split, cracked or shattered; one of them leaving a constant cut inside my lip. It has become my dream for me to get both top and bottom All-On-Four, as I don’t think I could manage not to lose dentures. All-On-Four Implants would allow them to open everything, clean out the chronic infection, remove all the pieces of broken teeth, and restore my ability to eat without pain, talk with ease, and so much more. But that’s for later.
With the move, Bean obviously had to start at a new school, and because we are no longer in a primary city, French language options are limited, so she went to an English public school; to my surprise, despite attending a French language school for PreK and JK, she was caught up to her English peers within the first few months and now excels at math. Bean also got to start Beaver Scouts and tried Gymnastics this year. She is absolutely loving Beavers and is a badge fanatic, but we ended up dropping gymnastics for now because the walk to and from was a fight every week.
Most of our belongings are still in storage from the move; not that that’s really shocking. I went from having my own home since I was 17, to living in a genuinely shared space, which was already furnished. I can’t wait to get Bean and me our own home again, have a yard for the dogs again. It’s pretty much goal A, and if you want to support that and our other goals, please keep reading, check out the store and connect on media. It won’t cost you a dime, just a few seconds of time.