"And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, “This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!”

 

And each day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, “No. This is what’s important.”

- Iain Thomas

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Unlearning SuperMom

Ready to hang up your cape?

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Every morning, women around the world

put on their SuperMom capes.

They leap into action - taking care of the kids, building their careers, running the house,

volunteering, listening, helping, serving..... on and on and on.

Doing it all and making it look easy.

But inside, we've lost ourselves.  We are busy, stressed out, sick and overwhelmed like never before.

Unlearning SuperMom is the journey of hanging up our capes

and focusing on our Selves.

It's about making choices instead of living on auto-pilot.

It's about saying no and making ourselves a priority.

It's the moment to moment choice to live intentionally.

Welcome!  We're so glad you're here.

October 5, 2017

Buying a house, how many activities to put the kids' in, and what to do for the next birthday party/holiday.

Those three.  Almost like clockwork, we have the same conversations multiple times a year.  And while the topic changes, at the core it's actually just one conversation.

The world says we should do <insert thing>.  We feel compelled to do said thing, but as soon as we sit down and talk it out we realize it's not the right fit for us.  

And even after all of the times we’ve had these conversations, we still come back to them.  And we probably always will....

September 5, 2017

I’m having lunch with two really great friends - all three of us working moms in our mid/late thirties.  One of my friends has twins (read “saint”), and the other is pregnant with her second.  We look as tired as we are, discussing our lives, the great moments and the hard moments, while eating overpriced salads in the pretentious downtown Vancouver restaurant.

It’s The Grind.  At least that’s what G and I call it,”  my friend says, explaining how she and her husband have labelled this time in our lives.  And we nod along, as you do when someone is speaking a deep...

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