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 What does this really look like? Simply living. Each moment, one day at a time (even if it’s only for a few days). No personal trainer or yoga coach required. No guru. Just the sand and the sea. Perhaps mountain and valley landscapes. Colourful canyons and fresh-water lakes are incredible too. The salt sea-water cleanse (no thick green smoothies please).

[caption id="attachment_21506" align="alignleft" width="116"]Grade 6 graduation Grade 6 graduation[/caption] I have a beautiful, intelligent, caring, sensitive, perceptive 13 year old daughter. She just finished her first year of high school and thriving.  She loves acting, singing and playing waterpolo.  As her mom I have taught her a lot over the last thirteen years; how to cross the street,  how to ride her bike, how to tie her shoes, table manners, conversation skills...the list goes on and as she continues to grow as she still has a lot to learn.

FullSizeRender-1Growing up, I didn’t always get a lot of positive reinforcement. When I was young, I longed to be acknowledged; to be praised and told that I was great or smart or funny. Despite this lack of affirmation, I still somehow managed to develop confidence and a strong sense of self. I learned to become my own cheerleader and to find validation from within.  I’m not exactly sure where this self-assurance came from, but I realized that being strong and fearless were my survival skills.

Mental illness seems to be getting a lot of airplay these days. While we’re still far from a place where it is accepted and legitimized as a genuine health issue, at the very least we’re hearing more about it. Just the other day, we shared...

Learn how to appreciate yourself and your body through the practice of Mindfulness Yoga. Come and step on your mat and experience a movement practice that unites body and mind. [caption id="attachment_23703" align="aligncenter" width="640"] Processed with VSCOcam with f2 preset[/caption] You’ll be introduced to mindfulness yoga, which...

It appears that most of us are reluctant to reveal our full selves - in social settings, in professional settings, or in new situations. As we delved deeper to understand why, here is what emerged: fear of rejection, fear of leaving ourselves vulnerable and being seen for our imperfections, fear of being judged (or worse, ridiculed), fear of not belonging and being ostracized.

Physical activity has always been a huge part of my life, from ballet and hip hop dancing (check out cringe worthy picture) at a young age, to playing ringuette, soccer, flag football and hockey through my teens and into adulthood. I owe my love of sports to my Dad who, at age 64, still plays in his basketball league every Wednesday night. He was definitely my role model for physical activity.

Huffington Post Throughout my life, I've been touched by people struggling with mental illness. I'm extremely sensitized to their journey and I've chosen to dedicate much of my private practice as a psychotherapist to helping people cope. However, one of my most precious and dedicated encounters has...

Ever wonder what it’s like to be a single parent? When I was married, I often wondered how single parents coped and managed on their own with no back-up. And then, with no warning or time to plan, I myself became that single parent. I never expected that I would become a single mom, and frankly when I did, I took it on full-speed ahead and never looked back. I embraced the role and decided that I would put on a brave face and go with it.

[caption id="attachment_20390" align="alignleft" width="295"]486870_10151211553601357_1290598133_n When it began. That's me on the left.[/caption] When I was a kid, I couldn’t go to sleep unless I completed a very specific set of nightly routines. I was inexplicably terrified of water dripping from the bathroom tap, so I worked at tightening the faucet until I was sure I was safe. The bathroom light switch had to be flicked on and off exactly 10 times. Each item on my shelves and desk needed to be perfectly aligned and I felt compelled to yell, “Goodnight Ma!”, from my bed at least a dozen times.

This is my life; one I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. But it's different from most. I have what most people strive for; a beautiful family, a nice home (ok, so I'd change half a dozen things about it, but who's counting?!), a loving and supportive husband and 3 beautiful children; 2 boys and a little girl. However, what a lot of people don't know is the struggles I live each day. My boys, Ty who is 10 and Max who is 8, have autism.

[caption id="attachment_21635" align="alignleft" width="350"]IMG_4440 Low lunge with Moksha instructor Cyndie[/caption] If you look up Type A personality in the dictionary, there’s a good chance you’ll find my picture. I’m a perfectionist, a catastrophist and an overachiever. I generally sleep like shit because the wheels in my head are always turning. I have a terrible time relaxing. I feel stressed, a lot, and I’m always rushing. Lisa is forever telling me to slow down because it’s not unusual that we’ll be walking down the street together and I’m half a block ahead of her. I just don’t do slow or relaxed. Fast paced and constant motion are more my thing.
Add a little adrenaline and excitement seeking (and a healthy dose of anxiety) to the mix and I’m essentially Bugs Bunny’s Tasmanian Devil, whirling through life in a miniature tornado.

I want to share what December 15 means to me. December 15, 2014 my beloved father whom I affectionately referred to as “Daddy-o” died of cancer. However, December 15, 2015 has me feeling happier than I have in long time. I want to be clear that I loved (and still love) my father dearly and we had a wonderful relationship.

As a self-taught marketer working for some of the biggest fashion companies in Montreal I always put in 110% effort when it came to my work. I lived for fashion and had a passion for using my creative expression to build brands and satisfy customers. Work was priority and I used it to fulfil my days and sometimes even my nights.

But what happens when your priorities change? When you go through something so monumental that changes you deep within your core, so much so that you feel like the person you have been your whole life just disappears before your eyes… for me that was motherhood.