What is your favorite place to go in your city?
My favourite place to go in my city is Jaycee Gardens Park. It is a nice 3k walk to Port Dalhousie where you can walk on the pier and see Toronto as shown in the video below. You also walk past the lake where there are often regattas and I’ve seen so many birds during the summer. It’s also dog and kid friendly.
Are you holding a grudge? About?
I actually started reading a book about boundaries. I’ve had discussions with my sister and it has been communicated that I may let people “take the piss” once in a while. I’m holding a grudge about the treatment I have received from people I think should have cared more for and about me. I try to meet people where they are as I expect to be met where I am but even I sometimes feel like the WTF is going on here from my interactions with people.
I try to forgive but to be honest in the heat of an argument I think it takes me a lot longer than it should to let something go. Oftentimes, I give people chances who end up doing the exact same thing and if I was more religious I would justify it by saying no one is perfect and give others grace but somethings seem intentional to me. Some slights are on purpose or repeated because of the lack of concequencses.
My aunt posted a great meme it said have you ever forgiven and then gotten new information. That’s how I feel, that I forgive then inevitably new information comes forward. So to answer the question yes I am holding a grudge and honestly I probably won’t stop because why did you do that? Why did you say that? Why weren’t you there for me? But while going through the other posts I saw the following quote
“Forgive, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace.”
What do you listen to while you work?
I religiously listen to podcasts while working. I will occasionally listen to music but podcasts are my default work companion. Once in the full “work zone” I will usually stop paying attention or lower the volume if there’s an interesting discussion amongst coworkers.
Today I forgot my earphones needless to say the walk from the parking lot was gruesome and when I finally sat down my thought was eurghhhhh why me?!??
Well it wasn’t all bad I did that thing where you connect with people infront of you instead of strangers you’ve never met.
I heard some awkward conversions, started some uninteresting ones and what do you know I didn’t die from not having something in my ear all day.
So what do I listen to at work podcasts with a touch of gossip inbetween episodes or ad breaks.
The Pope is Dead.
That sounds like a movie line—except usually, it’s “The king is dead.”
I woke up today, and instead of reaching for my phone, I thought to myself, How about starting with a prayer? I do that sometimes, but it’s not a daily habit. I usually wake up and read something—or more likely, check my bank account to see if anyone has accidentally gifted me a million dollars.
I remember going on a date once with someone who asked me what I do when I first wake up. I don’t remember what I told him, but later I realized the “right” answer might have been to pray. When I turned the question back to him, he said, “Thank the Lord I woke up.” That ended up being our last “date.”
This morning, I found myself wondering—as a non-practicing, questioning Catholic—what right do I have to feel or express anything if the Pope is dead?
But then I went outside and saw a red Northern Cardinal, which apparently means angels are near.
I took that as a sign that I do have the right to feel something about my faith. That bird felt like a message. And it reminded me of how, when my aunt went to Portugal, she brought back some little religious statues. I looked at them with hesitation, thinking, I don’t think I’m that much of a Catholic to have a little statue. I do have a little headless Buddha that was a gift but none of them really called to me—except one. The one I was drawn to was of Saint Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of animals and the environment and on the statute he has two birds on his shoulders
Later that day, I looked out the window and saw two pigeons sitting there, staring at me, as if to say, “Keep the statue. This saint might be for you.”
In all my questioning, I’ve realized the place I feel God the most is in nature—looking at the ocean, sitting on a flight above the clouds, or seeing perfectly green mountains.
I always think, Someone had to have made this. Who that is, I’m not sure. But someone had to have done it.
And today, the Pope will find out exactly who that is.
Update – 24 April 2025: In another morning reading, I discovered that the Pope was the first to take on the name Francis, and yes, it was in honour of Saint Francis of Assisi, just like my little statute.
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
I worked at a job that started as a 6 week contract that kept getting extended. Now the person I was covering for eventually came back and the company looked for a way to evolve my role. I know it’s cheating and that isn’t really a positive example of “feeling loved” but it is a positive example of feeling appreciated in the workplace which I think on this internet of ours is a rare occurrence.
As we enter 2025, I didn’t make a New Year’s resolution but I decided to trust: trust people, trust the process and most importantly trust myself. I am starting a new blog collection, based on the current labour market and I will start with this as our foundation “Asking your work if they are laying people off is like asking a man if he would ever cheat on you or a woman if she likes money” . . . If you like go and argue with your ancestors
An intro to the Labour Movement is in Shambles – An examination of work in 2025
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