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Travel plans for 2018

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One of my biggest motivators, values, interests whatever you want to call it is travel. Whether it is jet-setting across the Atlantic heading to Europe, the Pacific ocean headed to Australia, driving the mountains for our ski holiday, seeing wine country spread from my passenger seat in the Okanagan or California, riding a ferry to spend time unplugging and gazing at the stars to go camping, all of these get me excited.

Even though our trip to Australia is over a year old now would you be interested in hearing about it?
Perhaps even Iceland that happened only a few months ago?

I would love to share if you’re interested.

Travel plans for 2018

With the new year brings a slew of possible travel destinations and I’m eager we can check them all off.

  • Our annual ski holiday in Sun Peaks
  • Montreal to visit my best friend and her growing family.
  • Japan! Adam and I had a lovely time visiting Iceland last year on our own and want to do another trip just the two of us. While driving around Iceland we decided that Japan would be a fun holiday.
  • Camping on the island with no wifi, running water, electricity, or toilets. I absolutely love this place to be able to unplug and just enjoy nature.
  • A trip to Salt Spring Island. I haven’t been there in years and I would love to take our little family there.
  • Europe in the fall. We have a few destinations in mind but we can’t quite agree on where so we will keep on throwing out ideas until we land on one that feels just right.

Those are on my list, where would you like to go this year?


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Looking back at 2017 and forward to 2018

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2017 was such a fun year for me as it brought the clothing line I founded with my best friend forward, adventures around British Columbia, saw my children fully settled into full-time daycare, brought out my creativity and curiosity in many different areas, I played with my photography, read novels, started my freelance marketing business, traveled to Oregon, California, Germany, Holland, and Iceland. There are so many in-between moments as well when I scroll back through my camera roll and the photos on my laptop I can’t believe we lived through so much.

2017 opened my eyes to the injustice in this world. This summer I had conversations about white privilege, women inequality, the war in Syria, gender identification, and what it means to love, truly love those around us. I knew I wanted to do better. It was difficult to stay on top of the news in 2017. There were many times I wanted to bury my head under the covers and pretend the headlines weren’t real. Instead, I paid attention, I opened my eyes to what was truly going on around the world and I was astonished and ashamed how long I allowed myself to live under a rock.

This past year I had a lot of revelations and let go of objects, relationships, and thoughts that didn’t serve me well. It was a hard awakening to see that certain things that I had held so dear were actually making me feel weighted down, insecure, and not very good about myself.

What 2017 left me with

Yet 2017 ended on a high note as the biggest revelation this year came almost before the clock struck the hour of midnight ringing in 2018. And I’m sure you will nod your head and say “well, of course, Lesley” but for me, it was a huge ah-ha moment. And it is this:

I am who I am. I am complex and multifaceted. I am full of conflicting thoughts and emotions. I am a dreamer and a chaotic perfectionist. I will meet everyone where they are at and go to lengths to meet their expectations, but I cannot convince myself to schedule time for writing unless I have a deadline to meet. I am constantly inspired and find inspiration in many places that it can feel like I’m a chaser of shiny objects and don’t know what I actually want, but the truth is I want them all.

I had been struggling with myself because I felt like I didn’t fit into a category like others, I seemed to flutter outside the boundaries that others seemed to thrive within and I thought there was something wrong with me. But just weeks before the end of the year I discovered new revealing information about my personality and a glow seemed to warm from inside me. All of it helped me lean back into my chair, put my feet up, pull a cup of tea towards me and say “that about sums me up” and then relax into the blood the pulses through my veins.

What will 2018 be

There is a lightness to 2018 that I haven’t felt, perhaps, ever. 2018 feels more manageable because I figured out the missing key to getting things done in my personal life and have already set up systems and strategies to accomplish those dreams that have been nagging at me. I haven’t felt like my dreams were achievable in a long long time, and this year I finally feel like I can make some major strides in moving towards them.

I’m so curious, what did 2017 teach you and what are you looking forward to in 2018?

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When your wings are no longer clipped and you can soar

My heart thumped in my ears and my feet dragged on the scratchy institutional carpet as I made my way to the oak desk where my grade twelve English Advance Placement teacher’s eyes bore down on me. I felt sweat forming between my shoulder blades when my downcast eyes took in the red marks across the essay I had worked on just days before laying underneath his arm as if he was embarrassed to show it to me. I heard his intake of breath while I held mine tightly within my chest.

“Lesley, I’m unsure what to say to you.” His voice soft as I felt all eyes of 29 other students behind me leaning forward wanting to hear. His pale blue eyes were also soft but the truth that was displayed beneath the grey bushy eyebrows had me almost release my baited breath into a sob, so I held it even deeper.

“This was horribly written, you do not know how to write at all,” he said sternly pushing the pages towards me. I couldn’t bear to look at him or the pages filled with red lines and scratch marks with his writing, it looked like the red colour of shame I could feel creeping up my neck, so I looked down at the spotted floor with coffee stains and aged old gum instead. “I want to believe you can do better, but I’m not sure if have the skills or the talent.”

I nodded my head and reached forward to take the essay away from him, wanting to protect myself from any farther embarrassment. His hand touched the edge of as I peeled it away and looked straight into my milk chocolate eyes now rimmed with tears I didn’t want to show. “I think you should read more. I’m not even sure how you made it into this class considering your writing skills. You must do better, or you’ll be failing this class and won’t be graduating”.

I gathered the strength to walk back to my desk in the furthest row away from him and placed my essay facedown on the beige Formica desk and stared out the window. A dreary autumn sky danced around me and laughter started to bubble up in my chest as I thought of his last comment. Read more! I thought to myself if only he knew how many books I’ve read this past week let alone in my lifetime. I was reading The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien by age 5, I read a lot. 

I carried his comments around with me for years, and when I think back on that memory I can still feel shame creep up my neck as if I was facing him today. Despite being an avid reader I believed I didn’t know how to write so when I think about the fact that I started an online blog before they were cool and let everyone know how poorly I could write, I laugh.

Those early blog posts look and sound like they were written by a child because his comment cut me to the core. Instead of trying to prove him wrong I decided to be someone who couldn’t write. Until one day someone came along and told me they could tell I was trying to write but didn’t know how. They took me aside and showed me the basics of what I needed to know so I could write properly – not even well.

When I saw how letters could be stringed into sentences, that looped into paragraphs and built mountains of pages further than simple sentences like ‘I saw jack run to the house’ my heart fluttered and the hair on the back of my neck prickled with excitement.

My wings were no longer clipped, I could write and I began to soar.

I wrote daily and continued publishing more online content knowing I was fumbling and flailing, but I was learning. The desire to write stayed strong and learned that writing could be more than just writing my thoughts but could be deliciously detailed with symbolism and narratives I knew understood before.

Out walking with a friend on the polished streets of Den Haag I let words slip from my mouth and didn’t even realize that a desire I had since I was a young girl had been shared with her until she wrote to me the next day “I think you should get in touch with this publisher, she is always looking for new authors and I think you’d get along really well.” In her email were the contact name and number of a highly regarded publisher in the Netherlands. As I scanned the publisher’s website I heard the words of my grade twelve English teacher whisper in my ear “you do not know how to write at all” and let shame find a place within my writing once again and stuffed the email away never returning to the publisher’s website.

When I think on the fact that I’ve written a novel since then and a blog that has had thousands of visitors at it’s doorstep with people asking when I’ll be posting next or that my writing has impacted them I wish I could go back and stand before him and say “I may not be able to write today, but you just wait. One day I’ll be creating worlds bursting with colour and emotions so raw you’ll be wishing it was you who wrote them. But more than that you’ll have wished it was you who saw the diamond in the rough and polished it until it gleamed.”

When you want to go slowly yet the world is demanding that you go faster.

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I’ve been on this entrepreneur path for quite some time but one thing that I’ve never discussed is my aversion to the word hustle. When I see messages like “Every day I’m hustling”, “If you’re not hustling then you’re dead”, ” Hustle first, hustle second” it makes me cringe.

I see examples of successful or starting businesses who are making huge waves in their industry and they talk about the hustle, the long nights, and the amount of hours they are putting in. I feel like that no matter what speed you’re working, the world is demanding that you go faster.

I have a really hard time explaining why these statements don’t sit right with me, mostly because I feel guilty or like something is wrong with me if I’m not into hustling. All these Type A personalities are raving about how hard they are hustling and I am sitting here thinking, “umm I am so not Type A. I am Type B! Someone grab them a cup of tea and tell them to relax!” It feels like Type A’s are the glorified personality type. They get things done. They are go-getters. And if you’re not a Type A, well, better pull your big girl pants on and learn to hustle even harder. Because the Type A’s are going to get the early bird and all you’ll be left with is the scraps.

Just typing that out makes me feel tired.

I don’t want the scraps but I also don’t want that life. It isn’t for me.

Anyone else feel this way?

So instead of pulling on my big girl pants, I start telling myself stories that I must be lazy. I must not have what it takes. And since I’m lazy and don’t have what it takes I won’t be successful. I’ll replay scenes of my past where I prove to myself that I’m lazy and I’ll never make it. Then next thing I know I’m flying down a hole throwing my self-confidence down the drain. I can hear myself muttering that I may as well pack up my bags and close up shop because clearly there is someone who has more hustle than me and they should have a crack at the game.

Yet, somehow I still sit at my desk every day. I’m writing, I’m creating, I’m building relationships that are important.

I refuse to give up.

I’m not interested in the hustle and giving up taking care of myself to see my business succeed at lightening speed. I’m not willing to sacrifice my health, my relationships, or my life for the sake of my business. I started out on this entrepreneur journey because I wanted to focus on my art and creativity. I wanted to do life my way.

I want to open up the conversation of what entrepreneurship looks like if you’re not a Type A personality. If the word hustle sends you back under the covers and you’re peeking out wondering if there is another way to do it, I want to show you that there is.

If you’re interested in enjoying the sun in the afternoon and still sending in that client proposal. Taking days off to recharge then responding to client emails. Fostering strong working relationships and boundaries so that you can live the life you dreamed of living. While making sure you’re getting the sleep you require and still meeting your client’s needs I want to let you know you can. And you will.

We all work to get where we are going, just some of us aren’t interested in the hustle. We’re interested in enjoying life along the way.

If you feel like this, I’m thinking of starting a group of like-minded people who want to work hard and get to where they want to go, and still get to be present for their children and not feel guilty for putting their phone down because date night is important to them. Send me an email if you’re interested!


An afternoon flower bath

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I adore having fresh flowers around my house, there is something about it that livens up my space of white and grey. Since being on my spending detox fresh flowers was one of the things that I had to let go of. I did it willingly but it wasn’t easy. However, that doesn’t mean that other people can’t surprise me with flowers and that is what Mister did for me. I came home to a beautiful bouquet of pinks and purple flowers and I can’t tell you what kind of smile it brought to my face.

I’ve been moving them around the house depending on where I am at the time. Yet sadly the day came when the flowers were drooping and only a few flowers could be salvaged for a smaller arrangement for the kitchen table. Instead of throwing the flowers away like I normally would I asked Isla if she would like to have a flower bath and she responded with a resounding “yes” so off to the tub we went.

How to make a flower bath:

  1. Pluck moist petals off the heads of flowers. (skip the dry petals as it makes less of a mess if they break in your hand)
  2. Fill bathtub with warm water (test with your elbow for temperature if you’re filling the bath for children – just doing my do diligence here)
  3. 1-2 drops of lavender essential oils
  4. Sprinkle petals into the water
  5. Slip into your flower bath and enjoy.

Isla really enjoyed her time in the bath and eventually I jumped in with her. It’s something we’ve been doing since she was a newborn and it’s one of our favourite things to do at the end of the day.

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Let me know if you’ve tried out a flower bath and what you thought of it! I can’t wait to do it again.