I didn’t wake up burned out. I woke up tired for a long time and kept telling myself that was just the job. I showed up, pushed through, did what needed doing, and slowly became someone I didn’t recognize.. If you care deeply for animals and feel constantly on edge, short, or exhausted — this is for you.
The nights are long, the cold is real, but in the darkness of December, a little Christmas warmth finds its way.
If you’re standing at the edge of something new, take one small step. Not because you’re fearless, but because you deserve to see what happens next.
Some days, writing feels like whispering to the walls. The world barely listens. And yet, a sentence winks. A paragraph hums. A thought does a little dance. Those tiny sparks are enough to keep me at it — stubborn, stubborn, and happily so.
The day is done. The dishes are undone. And still, the quiet finds me — a child asleep, a dog at my feet, the hum of the fridge. This is the soft edge of day.
Canada isn’t perfect. Neither are we. But today, we celebrate who we are—and who we’re still becoming. That’s what makes this place home.
They say we grow up. That at some point, somewhere between learning how to fold a fitted sheet and choosing salad over fries, we become adults. I’d like to state, for the record, that this is nonsense...
You’re not perfect. Not even close. But perfection isn’t the goal. It never was...
When I was a kid, a day felt like an eternity. Now, I blink, and the day is gone.
Another year, slipping away in the dark…
The CJBuzz 