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Some years we thrive. Some years we survive.

In the most cliché way possible, I am getting introspective while reflecting on what a fucking and complicated mess 2024 has been. Full of tears, laughter, loss, love, big fucking mistakes, healing, continuously failing, blowing up friendships, growth, realizations, acceptance… and that’s just to name a few off the top of my head.

But if you’re here for the tea gurls, that’s not the place I write from anymore. Sorry to disappoint you if you were expecting a past version of myself. But I love and respect myself and others too much to keep making the same mistakes over and over more than I already have.

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Holiday Cocktails That Will Get You on Santa’s Good List

Now that Canadian Thanksgiving has come and gone, I know that for a lot of people (myself included), it’s time to start thinking about the holiday season. From friendsmas get togethers to family meals, secret Santa to gift ideas, I know that I am getting more and more excited with each new day. In hopes of helping to get you in the holiday spirit with me if you aren’t already, I thought I would share a few cocktail recipes I’ll be making for my friends and family this year that is SURE to get me on Santa’s Nice List if I’m not already.

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If you could start over anywhere, where would it be?

I had an interesting appointment with my therapist recently where we were discussing my career, my love life, my sex life, and what I was doing for myself these days. After my birthday in October where I spent it in Toronto busying myself with work and surrounded by people that bring me joy, I got back to Ottawa and completely shut down for two weeks. I turned the world off proverbially, and most days I couldn’t even eat, let alone create content or write or look at my phone to respond to anyone.

Amid the session, I wanted to talk about that burnout and how I was carrying the heartbreak of accepting the life I knew and loved was coming to an end, and how much I am hurting. I also realized that I could look at it as an opportunity to start the life I wanted and deserved. It felt like I was finally clawing myself out from under the past nine months, and I actually took a very small sigh of relief while simultaneously allowing myself to cry as many big heavy tears as needed.

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