Story to tell....Veronique

"You are a good person!" she told me today. This was my therapist at the end of our session together telling me that I was a good person. For some reason, it made me think all day, about what is a good person and how do you become or live your life as a good person. During our conversations together, she often referred to it. That I was a good person, that everything about me is true, that this is how I live my life. At least my new life. Not that I am not still part of the person that I used to be before, but I was not always true to myself before, not always making the decision based on what my life was telling me, but perhaps what I thought was the easiest road or the easiest choice. Most of the time not for myself, but to please others, or to be present for others. Also, those choices were often dictated by my fears. My fears of leaving my parents when I was younger, my fears of being rejected by others or my fear of not being enough.  When I think about it, I thi...

I've wrapped up my trip across our beautiful country of Canada this past Friday, September 13, 2013. A lot of people would say it is probably a bad day to end a trip on, but the theories of bad luck surrounding that day doesn't bother me at all. I almost see it like a challenge. This trip has been a way for me to trace a line between a journey and a new adventure. Like most of you know, I lost my job with my previous employer about (2) months ago. I would understand that some people might see that type of experience as a failure, have feeling of rejections, thinking that you haven't done enough or perhaps your employer or boss or colleagues don't like you anymore. A friend and mentor of mine told me after the event had taken place, that perhaps, people that don't perform as well or are too comfortable will most likely never get fired or laid off. Perhaps because they are showing signs of loyalty, but maybe sometimes because they are not pushing the envelope enough...

It has been a few days since I have written anything, and perhaps it was all for the best, to give me time to test out a few things and to really see what the world and people are really about. Tonight I want to talk about meeting people. Because along this journey I have been meeting people. Not sure if it is because I am this lady travelling alone and people take pity on me, but I have meet the nicest people so far, minus one weird guy, who really should rethink his strategy when he wants to meet some women.  I think this is why we have the greatest country in the world. All started in Vancouver, when I was waiting on the patio line for the beach terrase at the Cactus Club Cafe. This fellow who was originally from Ireland, started talking to me, just out of pure kindness. Offered to take a picture of me, while him and his family were waiting for their table as well. He and them thought it was pretty cool that I was travelling by myself.  The next morning I was ...