Running Through grief, one step at a time.

Let’s talk about what happens when you reach that point where the engine’s still running, but you’re running on fumes. When the list of things to do is so long it becomes a personality trait. When you catch yourself saying “I’m fine” out loud while Googling

Father’s Day always hits differently. It’s supposed to be a celebration—a day of reflection and recognition. But for me, it always lands somewhere between tension and silence. It's not that I hate it. It’s just complicated. The morning started early. Too early, maybe. I

Where do I even begin? Let’s start with the shoes. Today, I woke up and decided—no more basics. No more budget-conscious, play-it-safe versions of myself. I walked into that store and didn’t think about price for the first time in a long time. I saw what I

Ever wonder if you could hit reset? Not on your phone or your car. On you. Your thoughts. Your reactions. Your patterns. Like, wipe the slate and meet yourself for the first time — without the baggage. Without the bullshit. Just the raw version of who you were meant to be.

I came home early from the job site today. The sun was out, rare for June in New Brunswick lately, and I thought maybe—just maybe—I’d get a second to breathe. Clear my head. But the second I step inside, I hear a knock on the door. Not

Lately, my days have started to slow down. After two solid months of pushing—getting the building to occupancy, finishing the base building, completing the full fourth floor fit-up—I finally hit a milestone. It was a relentless grind. The kind of work that drains everything out of you—physically,

There’s something about running that allows me to finally exhale — not just physically, but emotionally. It’s like a pressure valve releases. My mind, usually cluttered with anxious thoughts, finds space. And for a little while, everything feels lighter. Tonight’s run was 6.36 km at an average