Self Care

As a grade 7 high school student, I was asked to write an English essay about my "hopes, dreams, and aspirations for the future". Most teens in my class described ambitious academic and career goals and philanthropic intentions. I chose to write about my hopes...

As I pass the 20 year mark on my diabetic journey, I have come to a place of reflection on the reality of what I have been through. Before I begin with the personal side, I should shed some light on the disease I have...

In the five years since we've launched Wise Women Canada, we've learned so much. The experiences we've had, including television appearances, public speaking opportunities, our own radio show and a column in a national magazine (among countless others), have been nothing short of amazing. With...

It's not you - it's me"!  A line made famous by George Costanza on Seinfeld – is one I can’t wait to repeat - not to my boyfriend, husband or partner – but to my employer. After almost thirty years of participating in cubicle life and such rote robot-like...

“You look so tired….” is a comment that I’ve been getting from people on a pretty consistent basis. It’s a comment that has always bugged me, cause, seriously, what good can come from telling someone they look tired? Perhaps I’m being a tad sensitive, but to...

 

Four years ago this week we launched Wise Women Canada after months of researching, planning, developing and smashing our heads against a few walls.

We never imagined that so much blood sweat and tears could go into the launch of a women’s lifestyle blog. We also never imagined that we’d be where we are today.

Lisa and I have always been there for each other. We support and encourage each other’s successes, pick each other up when we fall and send one another texts comprised entirely of strings of emojis that somehow capture exactly what we’re trying to say. Lisa’s who I call when I’m not sure of the answer to the million dollar question, or when I’m just out of dinner ideas.

Do you remember your real first concert? Possibly the one you had to go to accompanied by an adult. Mine was Elton John and my friend and I got to go with her adult cousin, which was super cool at the time.

Do you remember your first unaccompanied concert? The time you got dropped off at the Forum or went with an older friend who was able to drive? It’s crystal clear I’m sure.

The Tragically Hip was becoming my new bible and I got to go. We sat last row and it was the best night ever (more about the Hip later).

I’d be lying if I said that I was at the point in my life where I fully and completely embrace my body.  I totally get that it must be freeing to unconditionally accept yourself, I’m just not quite there yet.    But I can say that I’ve come a very long way.  My teenage years were a period of self-loathing, constantly feeling inadequate in comparison to others. I oozed insecurity.

My harsh inner-critic was so loud, so cruel, so self-deprecating…..it was deafening.  It has taken some growing up and some major work on my self-esteem to get to a place where I can genuinely say that I am enough.

Looking back at 2007, I remember a year fraught with physical and emotional pain. My agenda was replete with doctors’ appointments and visits to acupuncturists and nutritionists. I spent most days immobilized on my sofa, willing the excruciating burning in my gut to subside. On other days, I would be gripped by nausea so intense it would make me shake. My face was gaunt, my belly concave, and I dropped fifteen pounds.

I am a 38-year old woman, married with two beautiful daughters, and a house in the suburbs. I am certain that we share some common interests and hobbies. I might be your neighbour, best friend, acquaintance, relative, or a complete stranger. I am also a victim of domestic abuse.

It’s a fight, a struggle and one that often leaves us feeling alone and desperate. When I first entered the world of infertility seven years ago, it seemed like a solvable puzzle. It was a problem that, if we followed the rules and were dedicated enough, could solve. But anyone who’s been on this journey knows that’s not always the case.

Meet Maria Licoudis; RN and Care Manager at Home Care Assistance. Her story is all too familiar; too much to get done and not enough hours in a day. Maria leads a very busy life. She is mom to her two girls Chloe and Connie, who...

Last weekend, Lisa and I had the opportunity to speak at, and participate in, the Maddy K Inspires Retreat in St. Sauveur, Québec. As big believers in communication and authenticity, we were excited to let it all out; to share the stories of our pasts...