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The place where nursing, writing, and healing all come together Regardless of which version of myself seems to be leading the way  there is always a place I return; to a place where science meets soul. It’s not a destination but more of a rhythm . A rhythm that both follows me while also leading the way. I am certain that if many of you reflected on where you’ve been over the course of your life you’d recognize patterns   and synchronicities in the choices you’ve made and who

One of my favorite exercises in the personal development world used to be writing a letter to your younger self. However… sit with that for a bit  Is that something we really want to do? Do we really want to read letters from our adult selves, giving away all the experiences, secrets, and events that will transpire and become lessons and memories? Do we really want to have the path of our failures laid out ahead of us, just to be told: “Don’t worry, younger version… the roa

When Words Fall Quiet Sometimes life gets so loud  not loud in the way that noises pierce your ears but loud in the way that you drive home from work and don’t remember the route you took or what you saw. Loud in the way your weekends are filled with gymnastics classes and grocery store runs . Life gets loud in the way that you’re always cooking dinner but you never remember the taste of the food on your tongue. Life gets loud in the way you rush out of bed in the mornings

There is a delicate balance between personal growth, resilience that comes with it while guarding yourself. You must also try to remain open to the world. It is easy to close yourself off and pull away shut down and coast through your days while holding everyone and everything at arm’s length. Life’s challenges will season you. The hours spent in post-secondary education and post-graduate studies, with books, lectures, and papers, do not prepare you as much as experience does

Is life a test and lessons, or just is it just a long collection of memories and experiences? One thing is certain, that whatever expectations and plans you have can and will change in an instant. In those moments your perspective shifts, and your outlook influences your following actions and feelings. At the end of the day the most challenging part of change isn’t the change itself but what you decide to do, or not do next. Sometimes, life propels you into a new trajectory,

My personal fear: if someone were to see my life their initial thoughts would be “ How can you be a leader ?” Although we know that life is full of lessons and experiences designed for growth, they can still trip our steps and affect our confidence whether personal or professional. As someone who has worked in many leadership roles, as a leader we are often expected to ask the right questions, make decisions, and provide answers. That is straightforward when I am working in a

I face my second canvas, my canvas of blank slates and an endless expanse of what could be. However, this canvas is not unmarred by the influences of my past. Both canvases are imperative for balance, symmetry, and alignment. This canvas is so much more than a home for the creams and whites that drip from my brush; it is guided by yesterday’s wisdom, born from the onyx and midnight blues. I am certain in the unknown, standing before this canvas. After spending so much time fe

As I stand in front of my canvas, I’m hesitant at the finality of my dark paint. I long for the gentle pastels and brilliance of dawn to lighten my canvas. Sometimes life’s struggles feels like we are being forced to paint with colors we didn’t choose, but each stroke is our own. Perhaps it is our own choices in how we use our brush to turn adversity into wisdom and richness, that truly shapes the canvas. My canvas is awash in dark midnight blues of sleepless nights, the obsi

...life will continue to move with or without us. Like brushstrokes on a canvas, we can sweep our brushes over blank slates...