I’ve been on Medium for a few years now and have decided it’s time for a change. Every writer would love to be paid for writing, but I’m tired of things being behind a paywall or limits to how many articles you can read. So I’ve started my own site, where I can just have my articles out and open. No sign in is required, just open to read it for what it is.
I want my work to be accessible.
One of my favourite parts of writing is when someone connects with what I have written. If for a moment they see themselves in the words, feel their emotions validated, feel less alone, then it makes me feel content to know that piece found the right audience. It may only be one person, but if they got what they needed from it, then it was worth writing it and publishing it publicly.
So for the next while I’ll be writing new content, but I’m going to spend some time transferring my older articles to this site. You can subscribe to follow along and stay up to date on what I’m writing and creating without any additional marketing emails arriving to your inbox. If you were following me on Medium, welcome to the next phase. And if you found me here, I hope you’ll stick around to see what else is instore.
One of the things I hope my kids will always say about me is that I am open and honest. We have a lot of open conversations and sometimes what we talk about is considered controversial by others. I’ve received some opinionated feedback from some over the years for my choices in those conversations, but the only opinions I care about for these conversations are those of my kids. And although sometimes they don’t like thinking about a world where I am not right there with them, one of our main “controversial” conversations is about death.
I don’t sugar coat reality with my kids. Some of the things we have gone through and experienced have made them grateful for this fact. The same comes in our conversations about death. They know I have a book I’m working on, with details for when my eventual last day has arrived, labeled, “I put the FUN in Funeral.” In that book will be all the contact information, insurance information, funeral requests, and anything else that will make my passing easier on them. And although the kids don’t like to think about that day, I know it will ease things to know their OCD, chronic planner, extra Mum, will have made sure it’s the least chaotic experience possible.
Speaking about death, as a whole, isn’t really the controversial part of these conversations, it’s the content of the conversations I’ve received some flack about. Number one is I don’t want my kids to waste money on an extravagant funeral for me; I want them to keep anything left to help them in their lives. Because of that, they know I want to be cremated, but that I want them to use the cheapest casket possible for that process, even if it’s a cardboard box. And with my ashes, they can dispose of them however they like, even if that’s the compost to let me regrow other things. My body will be done and there’s no need for extravagance to dispose of it. In no way is it meant to downplay my death for them, but for them to understand that I don’t want anything over the top when I go because I don’t see any value in that for me or for them. Celebrate my life over mourning it. I want them to take any money I may have and use it for their future as my future is done. Some people feel I’m being cold and heartless with this idea, but I like to think of it as being real.
Another important part of these conversations with my kids is that it opens up the conversation and allows them to ask questions. And there can be a lot of questions that can come up! My youngest has already faced the death of his biological Mom when he was a toddler, so for him he questions what will happen if I die. Will Dad get him a new step mom? If Dad and I die who will he live with? And he has opinions on who he’d like to live with, so I honour those conversations, too. We have discussions about who we have picked for them and why. The person picked will keep some normalcy in the event both my husband and I die. They will make sure the kids stay together and stay in their home. These were the main two important things for us to secure for them while they are young. And as they grow up, we’ll update for their needs accordingly. But how much easier for children to know what will happen in a difficult situation ahead of time instead of dealing with grief and unknowns all at once.
Another part we talk about in my eventual death is stuff. I never want my kids to feel they have to keep any of it. Things that were sentimental for me, don’t have to be sentimental for them. The older I get the more I seem to purge so the less they’ll need to deal with down the road. My oldest mentioned some art I have that he remembers the day we got it. We had a conversation if that’s something he would want when I passed since he has memories associated with it. He said yes, so later I casually put a label on the back that said they are his, “Mum approved” in the event of my death. I figure the kids will have a good laugh once I’m gone to find things that have labels on them already. And they’ll still have the choice whether to keep those things or not. It really comes down to one main thing with me telling them to get rid of whatever they want when I die, and that is the removal of all and any guilt for throwing out things I have collected when I am gone.
Above all, these conversations take the stigma away from death. It allows for open and honest conversations about what is to come eventually. I remind them that we just don’t know when the end will be, so it’s better to have this knowledge now. And they know my only fear of death is leaving them before they’re ready to let me go. For them, they grow up knowing they can ask questions and we can discuss them openly. They can say that they don’t want me to die, or they don’t like thinking about it, but in the end they also have peace knowing that Mum has taken care of something for them that would have otherwise been a burden. Our talks of death may be controversial to some, but for us, it’s just another conversation that brings us together until death takes us apart.
When he decided his love was meant for me, I don’t think either of us knew the depths of damage from those that tortured my heart before. So when the big emotions and self doubt rear their ugly head, I can rationalize why I feel certain ways and can pinpoint the choices of others that sometimes make me question my worth, but he always makes sure I am held and reassured that I am more than enough for him as I work to reset my brain back to the present. And through his actions and words, he continues to teach me what love was always meant to be and help glue me back together when the cracks of self doubt break me open.
You see, before there was him there was not one relationship in my past that made me feel loved for who I am, as I am. With my ex, I couldn’t talk about how I was feeling without defensiveness and hostility as a response. I began to fear speaking up. My feelings that he was cheating on me were all in my head… until they turned out true. Being talked down to in front of his friends was all in my head… except it wasn’t. When his friend offered to push me down the stairs when learning I was pregnant, it was my fault for being upset and not finding humour in it. When I begged for time together I was needy and stopping him from going out like he wanted. Wanting help in the home for a balanced workload, I was just a nag. I came last to friends, video games, and his secret life. And I was made to believe I was asking for too much and was unworthy of the attention I had craved, while also being labeled as toxic, selfish, and controlling in the stories he told others.
So now, on those days the tears fall because I feel unworthy of this love I had never known before, my husband reminds me of all the reasons I am worthy. On the days the tears fall because the voice of self hate is trying to shatter my existence, he reminds me what I need to love about myself and what he loves about me too. When I feel I am failing as a mother, he reminds me what I do for our kids and how lucky they are to have me. And when I feel like I am a failure, he reminds me of my successes. The constant echo that I am not enough rings loudly sometimes, and as my brain tortures me, he puts everything aside to try to drown out the self hate he didn’t create, but wants to help heal. And when my brain is calm, he still reminds me of all this too. For all of this and more, I am forever grateful.
I know how lucky I am to have someone who truly hears and validates me. As insecurities about myself crept in this past while, I could rationalize where it came from, but he held me and reminded me why that voice is wrong. When the fear of being left for not being a girly girl showed up, I could rationalize that my ex husband letting me know my lack of wearing makeup was one of the many reasons he was leaving me as the foundation for the fear. Once again, absolutely nothing this man had hinted or suggested, but my mind took a simple statement and twisted it through this lens of experience. And once again he reassured me that my fears were unfounded and he loves me for who I am, as I am. And he included that I can get ready quickly to go out and I don’t have products cluttering the counter as bonuses. There was never any hesitation to celebrate it being a positive aspect of who I am. Whatever learned insecurity, he is there to argue against it.
In the past, my light was constantly being blown out by those gaslighting my way forward. But now when my silly self comes out, he’ll tell me, I’m a goofball and it’s always followed by “and I love it.” Before him, I had never experienced someone who created a safe space that allowed me to be authentically myself. The vulnerability and trust I have with him, allows me to finally become safe in my sophisticated goofball ways and know I am loved completely for it and all the other aspects that make me who I am.
This man came along and showed me faithfulness, honour, respect, and above all, what love should have always been. Someone who actually enjoys spending time with me. Someone who will pause their game just to come tackle me with a hug, without me having to say anything. Someone who will clean the kitchen when he sees me struggling to accomplish my to do list. Someone who tells me how much they love me every single day and how he is in this forever with me. And someone who is empathetic of the past hurt that sometimes makes that feeling of unworthiness surface in waves of doubt that bring on a hurricane of tears.
Although the damage from the past isn’t always cracked open, it still has moments where it resurfaces, creating a vulnerable and insecure me who feels absolutely unworthy of his love. And although I know that voice was created by others, he steps up even more to reassure me I am perfect as I am. I am not broken, needy, or too much, I am a victim of those who didn’t love me for me and who made me feel shame, unappreciated, and unworthy. How unfair it is that he has to deal with the negative aftermath others left, but I will always be thankful and grateful for the reassurance that I am enough, even when my brain is trying to trick me into thinking I am not. And with time I know I will be able to let the voices of the past go and only hear his sweet voice telling me I am enough as I learn to believe it finally too.
Those thoughts of I’m not good enough have resurfaced again. That taught core belief that I’m unlovable as I am. That learned trauma that I’m good enough for a moment and then someone else will be better is consuming me. Meanwhile I am in a healthy relationship with an amazing man, who reassures me that he doesn’t want anyone else. He reassures me he loves me as I am. And no matter my state of being and mind, he is the light that fights the dark thoughts with me. Yet that taught core belief likes to echo and taunt that he’ll see the truth that I am unworthy. Part of my worth was taught in my younger years as the voices that I was not good enough bombarded my self esteem. The other part was taught through relationships, where they cheated, ignored me, blamed me, and showed me I wasn’t enough.
Deep down I know that the actions of others tell me more about those people than they do about myself, but the glue of who I am was built off of those voices and actions and some days it’s incredibly hard to drown them out. Some days I spiral into thoughts of just how much I am unworthy and disposable and it rips my soul to shreds. And then my husband sits with better glue and thread and stitches each shred back together to remind me I am not what they taught me I was; I am so much more.
In therapy I work on these voices that try to submerge me into the depths. The insight into the fractured self and what their needs are to still protect me now are fascinating as an outsider, but heavy in the moments. I’ve learned a lot about where this insecure, fragile person came from and why she struggles to accept the good in her world. Some days I win the battle in my head, and other days the battle continues. Some days I wish I could tell those who broke me exactly what they did and how it impacted me, but I also know this would be useless. I would be left with more scars from their unending uncaring for who I am and their lack of remorse for the trauma they left.
So I work on me. I fight for the parts of me that deep down know I am deserving, loveable, and capable. I fight to not have these waves of despair devour me. And I fight, because if I don’t, I’m letting the others who broke me win. And while I fight, I have my light helping guide me back to reality as a reminder that I was and am always deserving of the returned love I put out. It’s a constant reminder that fighting the traumas of my past are worth it for where I am now. So today I continue to challenge those negative beliefs in hopes that one day I can just enjoy the massive wave of love and good in my life without the doubt undertow trying to drag me back to the parts created from the dark depths of others.
Continual Momentum was born out of my intention words in 2022. It’s become the foundation behind everything I do with my writing, creativity, and how I live my life. Continual Momentum is the process of moving forward constantly. It isn’t about how fast you’re moving, it’s about making sure you keep taking steps even when you may feel stuck. It applies to your goals, but can also connect to any part of your day to day living, health, relationships, and more.
In 2022, I wrote my top intention as Momentum.
Momentum: Continue to move forward with my life and goals. Letting go of anything that holds me back. Gain momentum in any area that fuels my passions.
One of the definitions I found when setting this intention was:
Doing a little more of the things that move you forward and a little less of the things that hold you back.
And I felt that definition spoke to me and gave me the direction I needed.
When I added in continual it’s because I wanted to reinforce that the momentum would not stop. So often in our life we set goals, we start to work towards them, and for some reason or another we just stop. We let those hopes, dreams, and goals be put aside to deal with other things. Continual Momentum is about keeping things always moving forward. It allows for you to carve out space and time to make small or large movements towards success, but without the pressure of a deadline because you’re always working on the goal.
For me, my main focus is my writing and creating. It’s making sure that the ideas I write down continue to grow, develop, and work towards their completion to keep new ideas coming in. When I wrote this I was, originally, I was trying to see if I can write daily for a full month, but there’s also the realization that life happens, and perhaps on one day I’ll only be able to write down an idea, whereas another day I might write two articles. And that’s perfectly okay. I don’t need to beat a previous days output, I need to embrace what I’m able to do in the present. No matter what there is continual progress and therefore, continual momentum towards my goals.
It applies to other areas of my life too though. Whether it’s the continual momentum of purging things that I no longer need, or making sure I make a healthy choice each day, it’s all about looking at what my intentions are currently, and continuing to work towards success with those guiding goal words.
When we feel stuck in life, by making these continual choices to keep up our momentum, no matter how small, then as time progresses we can see that even if we are or were feeling stuck, we have made progress and continued our evolution. We’re now further ahead from where we were and although we may not yet have succeeded to complete something yet, we’ve managed to keep moving forward. And that’s really what Continual Momentum is all about, finding ways to keep moving towards your goals. No matter the size of the step forward, you’re still moving forward.
It has been a few years since I originally wrote my definition of Continual Momentum. And here’s the thing about small steps, they can turn into something. In 2023, I started this page with the goal to move my writing to my own space instead of sharing it on a multi user publishing platform. In February 2026, I finally launched this site. And now as I work on it, I’ll have visual proof of my continual momentum. Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading anything I’ve written.
Continual Momentum 
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