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Letting My Work Speak in Smaller Spaces

I’ve been thinking a lot about how visible everything is online now. Technology makes so much of our lives easy to find, and it really hit me when I was applying for jobs recently. I used to have a LinkedIn account, and when I started my new job in December, I didn’t think much of it. But then another employer reached out earlier this month, and my first instinct was to put my profile into hibernation so they wouldn’t see my new role. That tiny moment made me pause. It made me ask myself why my work history needed to be public at all. With everything going on in the world... fraud, identity theft, and just general overexposure, I started to rethink why I even had an account. I know LinkedIn can be helpful. When I worked remotely, it was a nice way to stay connected with coworkers in other provinces. And I’ve seen friends get recruited directly, which is amazing for them. But I realized it just isn’t something I want or need anymore. When I apply for a job, the people who need to s...

Comfort.

We love our comfort zone, don’t we? It’s my favourite place to be: nothing usually goes wrong there, and I feel the most confident when I’m tucked inside it. So… why leave? If I hadn’t left my previous employer, today would mark four years with them. I truly enjoyed the work I was doing, until I didn’t. A lot changed in 2025. A company‑wide system overhaul pushed our team backwards, adding extra time to tasks that used to be simple. There were promises that things would be fixed by early 2026, but I won’t know if that ever happens, because I’m no longer there. Then in July 2025, we learned our roles would be merging with another team with the same type of work I had intentionally left behind years ago. It’s tough being told you’re going back to a job you walked away from for a reason. With all that, you can imagine how uncomfortable I became. I didn’t want to quit, because the people were wonderful and working from home was a dream… but deep down, I knew God was nudging me out of th...

New.

New year, new you… That’s what we hear at the start of every year, isn’t it? We hype ourselves up, stay awake until midnight, and try to soak in all the excitement the new year is supposed to bring. But sometimes I wonder… is it all just a front we put on? How do you show your excitement, or do you not fall into the rhythm of it at all? As I sit here typing this, I don’t feel that usual excitement. What I do feel is a deep motivation to make some real changes. I don’t want to carry my bad habits and old cycles into the new year. I want to become a new version of myself, one I don’t slip away from. It’s a big ask, I know, but I’m also an expert in my own patterns. I can see them forming long before they take over, so shouldn’t I be able to change them? Becoming a better, more direct communicator I want to speak with confidence, communicate clearly, and stop letting myself get offended so easily. I want to catch my defense mechanisms before they take over. Example: I’ve noticed that I ...

Renewal.

After nearly four years of working from home, I’m closing a chapter and leaving the bear den. On Monday, I start a new job... my first since moving here, and it feels so right. The process happened quickly, but saying goodbye to my former employer was deeply emotional. Building relationships over almost four years and then walking away was one of the toughest things I’ve done in a long time. Because I don’t live in the same province, I won’t bump into former colleagues around town. That makes it bittersweet:... tough because of the distance, but also easier, almost like a clean break. Spending 90% of my time at home, I grew comfortable in the comfiest clothes, tucked away in the bear den. My outings were limited to groceries, adventures with Muffin, and family time. When we moved here 3.5 years ago, I didn’t feel the need to make local connections... my relationships were all online with out-of-province coworkers. I tried a few community groups, but they didn’t stick. This new role c...

Pressure.

This time of year can bring a lot of pressure. At the grocery store, tills ask you to top up your bill for a cause. The Salvation Army waits at the exits with donation buckets. Churches and non-profits are racing to meet campaign goals. Family and friends send cards and gifts. It can feel like there’s always something more to do... and the financial strain adds up quickly. I used to love giving generously, buying thoughtful gifts, and mailing over 50 Christmas cards. But after years of participating in the chaos of the consumer holiday season, I finally stepped back. At first, it was uncomfortable. I’d sit with someone who gave me a gift, and I had nothing to offer in return. Living far from family meant mailing presents, and the shipping costs alone turned December into a nightmare of expenses. Over time, though, I discovered something freeing in not being part of it all. Family and friends now understand that we don’t exchange gifts, and the question never even comes up. That shift...

Winter.

I’m typing this on my new keyboard, and honestly, it brings a smile to my face. There’s something about the soft click of the keys and the pastel pink glow that makes the whole experience feel a little magical. What a dork, right? Hehe... but it’s the little joys that count. And now, let’s talk about winter… it’s officially here! We’ve had snow for a few weeks already, and the season always seems to start a little earlier for us out here. I look forward to this time of year in our town. Winter lasts for about half the year here, and strangely enough, that doesn’t bother me! We live in a dry climate, so our winters look a little different than the ones we grew up with. The skies stay blue, the sun shines bright, and the snow is so light it reminds me of Styrofoam packing material. It’s a completely different experience out here. The town is prepared for winter, and it shows. There’s something about this season that makes me feel nostalgic... like being a kid again, excited to play in ...

Lessons.

Do you believe it’s better to stick with something that makes you a little uncomfortable (even when you know it’s good for you), or to walk away? I’ve been wrestling with this question over the past few months. There were days I wanted to quit simply because of how uneasy I felt walking into the building. But here’s what I realized... I was the one making it uncomfortable. I built up dread the day before, spun what ifs on the drive there, and carried that tension into the room. Those were my patterns... not anyone else’s. And the truth is, I can change how I carry myself. In-person relationships have been tough for me this year. After sitting with the discomfort, I finally took time to process where it was coming from. I noticed a familiar pattern... I dive in full tilt. I commit to everything at once... committees, studies, services, and make it my priority. Then, when it feels overwhelming, I quit it all. I leave abruptly, and the awkwardness lingers. This time, I chose differently....