In the waiting, there was Jesus

Infertility...it hurts even typing it. Mahn, dealing with infertility is unexplainable unless you have gone through it or are going through it. The countless Doctor's appointments...the hope every ovulation...the hopelessness after every negative pregnancy test...the feeling of grief after an ectopic pregnancy...the desire for the world  to stop for you to mourn....the heavy tears on mother's day in church...the fear that you will never be enough for your husband...the hopelessness on the Doctor's face when he tells you not to even bother with IVF.

Talk Thirty To Me…

I have been looking forward to my 30th birthday since I turned 25. At 25, my life had just turned upside down and I thought I’d have it all figured out by 30. So I have been patiently waiting for this day for 5 years now.

Guess what? It’s here and I don’t have it all figured out and it’s taken me 5 years to realise that it’s totally fine (and normal) to not have it all figured out. I’m not waiting for 35 or 40 or 50 to enjoy the life I have now. 

I have a few things figured out though:

To the Immigrant in all of us...

It’s been 2.5 years since I packed up my bags from a life I loved to move to Canada. I remember getting lots of advice when I was moving out here, but one has stuck with me more than others.

 “Canada is going to try to tell you who you are…who you should be…or that who you were before did not matter. No matter what happens, don’t listen to it. Don’t forget who you are.”