Messy, Real and 100% Us.

We were in Spain. One of those picture-perfect trips. Me, my husband, my two sisters, and their husbands. Sunshine, beautiful streets, wine, laughter. The kind of vacation you dream about. The girls decided to go tour a palace while the guys went off to find a motorcycle shop. Fair trade. Now, if you’ve been to Europe, or are lucky enough to live there, you know washrooms are not always… simple. You either pay, or you go on a hunt for the free ones. And being the thrifty Cana

I recently attended a live event in the online coaching world. The kind of thing that’s supposed to light you up, expand your mindset, and connect you with “your people.” But it didn’t feel like that for me… like at all. Instead, I walked away with this heavy, unsettled feeling in my chest. Something felt off. On paper, it was everything I should’ve loved. The lights, the energy, the big names, the “we’re all in this together” vibe. Everyone there looked successful, confident

You really do forget. You forget how heavy your arms felt at the end of the day. How the sound of a baby crying could make your chest ache. How long the nights were. How you’d hold your breath, praying the baby would stay asleep just a little longer so you could rest, eat, or simply exist for five quiet minutes. You forget the smell of spit-up on your shoulder, the way the house felt too quiet and too loud at the same time, the tears that came without reason. The days that fe