Late blog pooooost. Woops. And it wasn’t even a holiday weekend; but it was a long weekend. Also, I keep trying to think of titles for each of these things, but I can never think of a good one, and I actually hate it so much. The Weekly Coastal forever, it is.
It was another week of swimming every day, soooooo many emaaaaaails, co-working re-launch prep, writing, and workshops.
I don’t remember much about the actual weekdays last week (what did I even do?!), but had a weekend packed with visits and work things.
Saturday, spent the day hanging out with J and Theo. We were kind of driving around aimlessly, doing a little Property Lurking, and Theo was not pleased. Then by some miracle, we happened upon Creek Daze. We’d completely forgotten that it was on that weekend, and we arrived JUST IN TIME to grab a spot by the side of the road for THEO’S FIRST PARADE. Whaaaaaaaaaaat. He was pretty non-plussed before it started, because understandably, he was like why are we standing here. But then when people in costumes, on stilts, and in fire trucks came by, all throwing candy, I think he decided that parades were pretty much the best.
Fun fact – I actually hate parades with a fiery passion, but that’s normally because they are too corporate, and too long. The little tiny Robert’s Creek parade is exactly how you’d imagine a small town parade, in all its charm, and it was the best to witness it through they eyes of a 3 yo.
Did a little farm visit, ocean dip, and then raced to the ferry to go hang with the Knowlton-Arnetts in Deep Cove.
Holy hell, my friends. Did you know that it takes TWO HOURS to take transit from Horseshoe Bay to Deep Cove? TWO HOURS. WHY.
But when I got there, it was all worth it. Has a great game of hide and seekish with little Oscy-bear, and then we all moseyed over to the park for take-out sushi, waterpark shenanigans and baseball field hangs. Thanks again for having me over, Nico, Daniel, and Oscar!
The next morning, we grabbed bfast at Café Orso (waffles forever!), and then I headed over for my first BC Just Write workshop, co-hosted with Jess Robson. Not gonna’ lie, I was super nervous, as I always am before any workshop or event that I host. What if I’m the worst?! What if they hate me?! What if I freeze and have no choice but to just sprint from the venue, and leave my things behind?! None of those things happened. What did happen was a super lovely afternoon, filled with conversation about writing and creative blocks, writing, yoga, and a little bit of therapeutic yelling at the end. Can’t wait to do more of these.
Jess and her fella gave me a ride downtown so that I could avoid the horrendous bus ride from North Van on a Sunday. BUT the driver of the express bus to horseshoe bay was ten minutes late; I missed my ferry by 5 minutes, and had to wait another two hours the next ferry. This would totally have not been a problem, because Horseshoe Bay is pretty nice, but I hadn’t done my daily swim yet… dun dun DUN. So by the time I got off the ferry, it was pitch black, and I had to take a terrifying late night dip off of Grantham’s with the fear of dock monsters in my heart. But I did it!
Kicked off the week with a few maybe new clients, and also… therapy! Woooooooo. In BC, if you’ve been affected by alcoholism (dad, brother, ex-husband) or been affected by abusive relationships (every person in my immediate family), you may qualify for free therapy. As it happens, I do, which is just the best. I’m not going through anything major or earth-shattering right now, but let’s face it, therapy is the best. I’ve still got some fam issues to work through, and now I don’t have to do it on my own. I’ve gone to therapy a few times in the past, and it’s always been immensely helpful. If you’re able to pull it off, I’d actually recommend it for anyone, even for a little bit.
The other thing that happened this week – the smoke finally cleared from Gibsons. Holy moly has it ever been nice to see blue skies again.
On the flip side, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the garbage storm that’s happening in the US, and more subtly here in Canada, right now. I’m feeling so overwhelmed, and horrified, and I just want to cry about it. I cannot even begin to imagine how POC in America are feeling. I am so sorry that white people are the fucking worst. Even as someone who’s relatively informed, educated, v aware of my privilege, and who regularly confronts other people about theirs, I still have so much work to do. We all do. Things are only going to get worse before they get better, and it’s our job to not be complicit and complacent in our whiteness.
Here are a few resources and articles to check out if you’ve felt as helpless/flabbergasted at what to do next as I have:
- The Wake Up
- Syllabus for White People to Educate Themselves
- I Need to Talk to Spiritual White Women About White Supremacy
- White Privilege Resources
See you next week, y’all.