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Make Peace with Love

11 Saturday Oct 2025

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Here it comes. Another boring, sentimental, grossly emotional blog about love.

Love is complicated and it is a power in and of itself. We can’t control love. We can’t make love do what we ask of it. It just is.

Love brings the greatest of joy and the deepest of pain. It punishes just as intensely as it rewards.

There are many different types of love. There is the love of a parent, constant, steady, and unconditional. There is the love of a partner, compromising, negotiating, laughing, crying, fighting and making up. There is the love we carry for those we have lost, messy, angry, wrenching, seeking and feeling lost. Unrequited love that continues to beat us down whilst simultaneously sprinkling hope of what could be over every breath taken. The love of a child, pure, selfish, goofy, tender, sweet and vulnerable. There is the love you have for an elderly parent, fearful of what is to come, proud to be their child, tired by the weight of a lifetime, wise beyond your years, solid as a rock. The love of a friend who showed-up just when you needed them and gave their best to you when you needed someone to believe in you. There is the love of a sibling, not always present, but always there, behind you, you know that they will always get your back when you need it.

I have had the honour of experiencing all of these loves, and more.

I feel privileged to be loved by many different people in as many different ways.

I just wish that it was easier to be, well, a human. My heart aches and burns, it twists and gnaws at me every single day for people I miss. I miss friends and family who live miles away. I miss friendships that have faded into the background of memories. I think about lovers, desired lovers, and I wonder what life could have been like if things had been different.

I get angry when I think about people who have intruded on my life, steering it in their own direction, acting selfishly and not from a place of love.

Don’t get me wrong. I feel all those cliche feelings of ‘not wanting anything to change’ because it ‘would mean I wouldn’t have my children.’ And this is true. Now. But, if things had been different, I wouldn’t know my children and I wouldn’t know what I would be missing; I would have different things. Maybe different children for whom I would have all the typical, cliche, feelings.

My Mom and I used to play all kinds of “choose your own adventure” type of games – If you could go back and redo a year of your life, what year would it be? If you could only save one of your siblings, which would it be? If you could only be with one person for the rest of your life, who would it be? And so on.

But, can’t I have it all? I want it all. I want to live in New Zealand and Canada at the same time. I want to be here where my stepdad lives and in Toronto. I want to be with my partner and my children, but I also want other experiences and relationships. I want to be with my family, but I also want to be alone. I want to go back and relive some experiences in my past (maybe do it better the second time around), but I also wouldn’t want to lose what I have now.

I want everything to change and nothing to change all at once.

Does anyone else live with this conflict pelting you in the face every day? How do you deal with it?

I blame love.

There is too much I love in life, too many people I love. Too many lived experiences I love and more experiences I would love to have. Too many countries I would love to live in. Love that exists alone, hiding in shadows afraid to be seen. Love. I love you. I love you. You break my heart, but I love you. You are a wicked, sinister, evil, devil. Your necessity just makes you more grotesque.

One day I will make peace with love.

Until then, I will continue to fight, to cry, to long, to reminisce, to wonder what could have been, to serve, to play; I will have fun, fight, search, smile, frown, learn, seek, comfort, and hope. Hope that one day I will feel more complete, that I won’t feel like I’m always competing with love.

One day I will make peace with love.

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Art

26 Wednesday Mar 2025

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Art, Create, Creation, Creativity, life, Love, Reflection, Rest, Restoration, Restore, Time, Writing

Sometimes I make art.

I am not a professional, but it is something I do that helps relax me. My current favourite is making decoupage on canvas of things I find inspiring from my ‘page a day’ calendar.

I went on a bit of a spree after my Mom died. I found it was a way to soothe my soul and get in touch with my deeper self and feelings.

I also make them for those I love the most; I have forgotten to take pictures of some of these, but they are out there.

It’s important to take time out for ourselves. To find ways to connect with our minds and emotions.

I find that taking an hour out of my day to make something with my hands helps to center me.

This is something I have been actively working on; taking time for myself and not apologizing for it. As I do this more regularly, I find I become a better person; I am able to love more fully, I have more energy, I have more patience. It’s a win-win-win situation.

I also sleep better. Though, I still have amazingly vivid and usually wild dreams. I love my dreams because I get to spend time with people I might not see otherwise.

So, grab yourself a coffee or tea and sit and make something. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It doesn’t even have to be great. It just has to be you; a piece of you. Let it reflect whatever it is you are feeling.

You might even surprise yourself with what you are able to create!

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My Song for You

22 Saturday Mar 2025

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My Song for You

Prelude

I could sing a song to you – A song for your heart only

Would you hear me? Would you listen?

I could sing a song for you; this is my song for you.

Vs. 1

In the mannequin’s eyes I see you looking at me

Pleading with me to come and save you

The door closes but the heart still beats

Reaching for you I back away

But I am here; I have never left you.

Chorus

This is my song for you – This is my song for love

We should have been – Could have been

Will be a great thing one day; Maybe today is that day

Because this is my song. Yes, this is my song

For you

Vs. 2

I heard you singing words today – That made my heart pound wildly

Were you singing those words to me? I think that message is meant for me

You dream of me and I dream of you; we’ll be together again

Chorus

This is my song for you – This is my song of love

We should have been – Could have been

Will be a great thing one day; Maybe today is that day

Because this is my song. Yes, this is my song

For you

Bridge

Storm clouds – Snow clouds

Clouds that hide the sun away

Each one a place for us – We live together in the sky

And no one can ever pull us apart; I am the moon, you are the stars

You surround everything I do – Light and life and love

All in my song for you

Chorus

This is my song for you – This is my song for love

We should have been – Could have been

Will be a great thing one day; maybe today is that day

Because this is my song. Yes, this is my song

For you

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It’s Okay to be Okay

13 Thursday Mar 2025

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As time marches on, I am becoming better at being okay. My Mom is gone. I cannot bring her back, and there is little I can do to control any sadness, grief, feelings of emptiness, or the sting of loss. I have recently realized that I have been hiding from a lot of these feelings and experiences, shoving my head in the ground like an ostrich, pretending that the threats don’t exist.

But recently, I have forced myself to yank my head out of the ground and let everything be what it is. The most incredible thing has happened as a result, I have found that there are times that I am okay. More than that, I have come to learn that it’s okay to be okay.

I really struggled at the start when people would say to me, ‘what would your Mom want for you?’ All I could think, or feel was that she would want us to be together; she would want to be alive. Then, I would get angry.

I hid from things, and watched as my world fell apart; my house became a constant disaster zone, my children were becoming more feral each day, nobody was eating proper meals. It was as if I had totally given up on myself, my family, and my life.

Then, I realized one day while talking to Mom (yes, I talk to her…I’m not crazy. It just helps) that she would be so sad to see what I was allowing my life to become, and this upset me. I had to do something – for her sake.

It’s okay to grieve. It’s okay if this takes a long time or happens quickly. It’s okay to fall apart. It’s okay to hide your head in the sand. It’s okay to get angry at yourself for hiding.

And, most importantly, it’s okay to be okay.

As I have sat here this evening, enjoying my newly cleaned house, feeling refreshed by the amount of water I have consumed today, jazz going in the background, and ambient lighting reflecting the peace of my mind, I am okay.

And that’s okay.

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Hindsight is 20/20

01 Saturday Mar 2025

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There is a well-known adage that says, “hindsight is 20/20.” It means that it is often easier to see things clearly after the fact, than it is when you are in the situation or trying to make a decision.

I experience this phenomenon regularly.

For example, our basement flooded and we received insurance money to pay for the repairs. We had the choice of hiring a company to complete it or trying to do it ourselves. We chose to do it ourselves…10 months later and we are still working on it. If we had just paid someone to do it, we’d be down there enjoying the space right now. Instead, we have way too much stuff upstairs and can barely move. We desperately need the basement space back. If we had known back then what an ordeal it would have been, we may have chosen different.

I go through this a lot with raising my children. If I had known, way back at the start of things, how some of my decisions would affect my kids in the future, I would have done things a bit differently (or, at least, considered and/or tried to!). For example, if I had allowed life to be more difficult and unpleasant for my eldest, perhaps he wouldn’t struggle so much to cope with the realities of life today.

I can look-back on so many situations in my life where I was totally oblivious to what was going on but can see it clearly now. There are boys who were flirting with me, and I never knew it until recently when I think back on the interactions. There were times when I was taken advantage of, and I can see it clearly now.

Horrible restaurant experiences, getting stuck in the rain, being unprepared, having to rush to not be late…there are countless examples in my life.

One thing of which I do not have much, however, is regret. I don’t regret much about my life, even with its history of abuse, neglect, heartbreak, pain, and sorrow. Regret is an altogether different experience than realizing after (or into) an experience that, perhaps, you should have done things differently.

Regret has to do with feeling badly enough about something that you would change it if you could.

To be honest, there is only one experience in my entire life that I regret and would change if I could; I would save my mom. I regret that I didn’t catch her illness sooner to do more about it, perhaps even stop it from progressing and save her. The illness would have got her eventually, but I might have been able to slow it down and buy us all more time together.

I wish that I had known how sick she was and that it was going to be the end, I would have stayed longer with her, laughed more, hugged her more, and just spent more time enjoying her presence. I regret not doing these things; hindsight is, indeed, 20/20.

While I have always been a “deep” person and try my best to be present in every moment, these experiences have coupled up with my age and, perhaps, a few strands of wisdom to match the growing expanse of silvery highlights, has made me even more acutely aware of the importance of trying to see the hindsight first – before it happens.

‘But that doesn’t make sense,’ I hear you groan at your screen. Before you think that I’m just being stupid and decide to navigate away from this page, stop and think about this. If you could gain even a smidgeon of hindsight before the fact, don’t you think that could change how you approach and experience life?

‘Sure. But wishing it were so and making it so are two very different things.’

Are they?

Perhaps wishing it were so in and of itself makes us more keenly aware of the important aspects we need to consider before making a decision and/or experiencing something.

So, the next time you are in a situation whether you have a decision to make or are spending time with someone else, stop and think about hindsight; are there any thoughts, feelings, ideas, concerns, hopes, or fears that you have about things? Try to picture yourself in different ‘hindsight scenarios’ and maybe, just maybe, we’ll have less disappointment in experiences, and maybe even less regret.

It’s an experiment worth trying to help us live life to its fullest.

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Midlife Crisis

26 Wednesday Feb 2025

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40s, Age, Ageing, Anxiety, change, Crisis, Depression, Growth, hope, Joy, life, Mid-Life Crisis, Midlife, Struggle, Writing

I think about what it is to have a midlife crisis frequently. I wonder if I am having one, if I have already had one, if I am going to have one, or if it is just a made-up thing that no one really experiences.

That last part seems stupid. It is obviously a legitimate thing, or else it wouldn’t be so widely understood and discussed.

What does it mean exactly? What does a midlife crisis look like?

I am guessing that it is unique to every person who experiences it; yet the stereotypes of divorce, motorcycles, and leather jackets must get their popularity from anecdotal evidence.

I have lived a very long and varied existence, having experienced more in my 40+ years than many do in an entire lifetime. Having said that, I have never been one to be afraid of my age, having to “lie” at birthdays because I felt that I needed to portray myself as younger than I was. I love my age. I love ageing, it means that I have survived another year on this tumultuous planet. I did it.

However, I have been struggling lately with this sense that everything is becoming too much. My 44 years have exhausted me and I wonder if I will be able to find the energy I need for another 44.

Moreover, I find myself experiencing the emotional turmoil discussed in this healthline article

https://www.healthline.com/health/midlife-crisis#takeaway

Declining happiness, aimlessness, self-doubt, frustration with changing life roles and responsibilities, a sense boredom with life in general, changes in energy levels that leave me feeling fatigued most of the time, less motivation or enjoyment in interests and activities I used to enjoy, plenty of mood changes (anger, irritability, sadness, anxiety) (Raypole).

I find it a grueling task to try and do self-care having a visceral response when I sit down and try to “be grateful,” or reflect, or meditate, or anything else really.

Heather Irwin contemplating life

I love to write, thankfully, and this is a place I can often come to safely and easily. This is a place where I can find myself, feel found, feel seen, and heard. Even if it is just me listening to myself. Sometimes, that’s all we really need; to listen to ourselves.

I want to strip away the pressures that surround my joy (writing). I want to just write and not be too concerned about making it perfect or what others might think. With everything that I am experiencing in life at the moment, from what I have mentioned above, to the day-to-day struggles that my family and I are battling, I need an easy and safe place within which to retreat.

Maybe if I had more money a motorbike might be my midlife crisis go-to as well. In lieu of the smell of exhaust and leather, I will write. Balls to the wall, caution to the window, honest to goodness, right from the gut, shoot from the hip, kind of writing. Let’s hope I don’t live to regret it!

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The Best of Times/The Worst of Times

12 Wednesday Apr 2023

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I frequently have dreams that place me in various times and places of my “previous lives” with people I haven’t seen for years.

There was, what is now, a short period of my life that has had an enormous impact on me. By the amount of emotional and mental baggage it has left, you would think it spanned more than 15 years, when, in reality, it was around 5.

Spanning the years between (roughly) 2001-2007, I lived an incredibly exhilarating and intense life that left me feeling burnt-out, beat-down, and deflated. Though, not right away. Some of this settled-in over the years as I reflected on the life that I have lived, the experiences I had, and how horribly underprepared and unqualified I was for so many moments I found myself living.

I’m going to attempt to unravel this time of my life that has kept me tied in knots for over 15 years now.

This is me just putting it out there and starting the process for myself.

Watch this space.

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That Space in My Head

30 Tuesday Nov 2021

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I used to walk a lot. When I lived in Toronto, I walked everywhere, all the time.

I loved walking very early in the morning, or later at night – things change then. The city is different.

I would listen to music and play through a million different worlds in my head.

I never realized, until now, that this is where I have lived for most of my life – in my head.

However, as the pressures of adult life increases and presses in on me, I have had to vacate my head living space, to make room for lists of things for which I am responsible.

Despite this, I continue to fight to try and find my way back to that place – where daydreams are vivid and there are a million possibilities just waiting for my next step to play out.

My brain has become stagnant. It doesn’t write anymore. It doesn’t play anymore. It doesn’t create anymore.

Even dreaming takes work these days. It used to be as real and as constant as each breath.

I have been struggling to figure out what I want my life to be. I thought that I was trying to figure out who I am, what I want, etc. but, I am beginning to wonder if I’m really just searching for dreams.

Where do dreams exist?

Do they live in music? In movies, books, or television?

Do dreams begin to fade as you get older?

I enjoy being a dreamer – I love living in a land where anything is possible, where the stories are live and full of adventure, fear, love, wonder, and hope.

Music brings me to that place.

“Be the hand of a hopeful stranger / You’re scared but you’re strong enough / Be the light in the dark of this danger / ‘Til the sun comes up” (A Safe Place to Land, Bareilles/McKenna)

“I’ve been twisting and turning / In a space that’s too small / I’ve been drawing the line and watching it fall / You’ve been closing me in, closing the space in my heart / Watching us fading and watching it all fall apart” (The Pieces Don’t Fit Anymore, Brammer/Robson/Catchpole)

“When you’re walking downtown / Do you wish I was there? / Do you wish it was me? / With the windows clear and the mannequin’s eyes / Do they all look like mine?” (Come Pick Me Up, Adams / Alston)

“I’m down I’m down on my knees I’m begging for all your sympathy / But you (I’m just an illusion) you don’t seem to care . . . You humble people everywhere (I don’t mean to hurt you)” (Time, Kreviazuk, Wattenberg, Maida)

I walked down our street at 1:30am this morning and I dreamt. I breathed, I ran, I soaked-up the diamond snow and I began to make some space in my mind to rent it to myself occasionally until I can completely renovate and move back up there.

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Remember What You Love to Do

28 Monday May 2018

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It’s so easy to get sucked-into the stresses of life and lose-track of the things you enjoy. I love to write, but I tell myself that I have to do all the other “important” things first before I can focus on the things I enjoy, and then more often than not, never get-around to doing what I love. I do not stop to take time for myself.

I am currently taking 3 condensed university courses and struggling just to keep-up. Not to mention the fact that I have a precocious 4 year old who is keeping me on my toes.

On my desk there sits a daily calendar that offers vibrant, artistic, inspirational quotes. I was underwhelmed by today’s message, until I glanced-over to it while stressing about all that I had to do and all that I have been unable to do, and realized that its message was one I desperately needed to read: “Remember what you love to do.”

Remember what you love to do.

Don’t get lost in all the stress. Don’t fill your day with only that which has to be done, but take time to do something that you want to do – something you enjoy. Don’t forget to do what you love to do.

And, I love to write.

Yes, there are assignments, tests, quizzes, books to read, papers to write, rooms to be tidied, chores to be done…

But, in all of these things, I should never forget what I love to do – because, if I do that, I forget myself.

We all have responsibilities, chores, tasks and maybe even deadlines, but it is so important to not allow these things to become who we are. They are not more important than taking the time to do something we enjoy, to express ourselves and allow ourselves to rest and to be renewed.

Therefore, even though this is just a little note, I sat still and allowed myself to write before running-off to fulfill my next responsibility and in so doing, discovered that taking 5 minutes for myself not only allows me to remember what I love to do, it also reminds me to love who I am and to be kind to myself.

Remember what you love to do.

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Authentically Me – Dec. 1998

08 Tuesday May 2018

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1998, Authenticity, Beauty, Depression, Journals, life, Perspective, Red Flag, strength, Teenager, Writing

When you are someone who journals, you have the great advantage of being able to go-back and answer that nagging question: Was I always like this?

I have begun exploring my old journals and while there are many in this world who would say that I am still a baby, a mere 37 years young, I believe that there is a wealth of information and experience to be mined from within their covers.

When I was eighteen years old, I felt like I was so old and so mature. There are valid reasons for this because, by my eighteenth year I had already lived what felt like several lifetimes and been-through an incredible amount of unusual and phantasmagorical life-experiences.

The following journal excerpt is from December 17, 1998 and is the very first entry in a new journal. It is incredible for me to read because it sounds like something I could have written last year.

As I explore my journals, I will be sharing excerpts that I find interesting. They will be in original form, non-edited and raw. One day I will put more meat to the content, but for now, I start with the bones.

Dec. 17, 1998

Sometimes I worry about my sanity. I am terribly confused. I no longer know what I believe in, what I like and dislike and very plainly, who I am. I find myself liking things and not liking things on the basis of the opinions of others. I also find myself not liking things just because they are liked and popular. I feel that if I like something that is popular I am saying that I am a crowd follower and cannot form my own opinions. I do not know how, but I have to discover myself again and find out who I really am. Unfortunately, I feel as though I have to hit absolute bottom before I can. It is too easy right now to simply ignore things and pretend things are alright. I have to feel, believe and know that it is absolutely necessary that I find myself.

***

Wow, kid.

The idea that, at eighteen, I felt that I had to try and “discover myself again,” boggles the mind. I see eighteen year old’s now and they are like babies, so young, innocent, and unaware. I thought I was a “worldly” eighteen year old, but I didn’t know jack. I was a baby like them once; I just didn’t know it.

They say that ‘hindsight is 20-20,’ and this entry is an obvious red flag to me knowing now that it would be a mere few months later that I would overdose on pills in an attempt to find relief from all of these troublesome thoughts and feelings.

Like I said, I was naïve. I knew nothing of what was yet to come and had a flimsy grasp, at best, on all that had been.

Nonetheless, there is a beautiful trait that pokes through the mess – and that is the constant intent to be genuine. I do not now, nor have I ever, wished to pretend that I am somebody I am not.

“I must keep my own style & go on in my own way; and though I may never succeed again in that, I am convinced that I should totally fail in any other” (Jane Austen, Jane Austen’s Letters).

The yearning for authentic sincerity that I often wore like an inconvenient abnormality, has been rubbed by the intimate hands of time and is showing itself as one of my most beautiful strengths.

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