Overthinker

 May 4, 2026. May the fourth be with you. I didn't wear any star wars themed things to school today, we'll see if I catch flak from students.

This Monday morning has me feeling different. It's been an absolute trip to accept and roll with all the changes around my life. Avery had a really mature weekend where I watched her grow up and become a new kind of girl. Our relationship and bond are changing before my eye. Some days I think I'm holding on for the ride and I'm being taken for a ride. Other days I think I'm organized and confident enough to control the ride a bit. Today is an odd combo of both types of day.

I met a new friend and spent some time with her this weekend. I'm grateful for the new friendship and the time and space to talk with another adult. On the other day, trying to contextualize myself to someone who doesn't know me is really complex. This new friend is in a challenging place herself, and it was nice to listen and talk and spend time in an adult environment. 

This week is busy. Fuck. I mean, it's all kind of busy now. But I'm excited to intentionally put time aside to calendar, schedule, make lists, and prepare. And I'm not excited to continue cleaning my kitchen, but I'll be happy when it's clean(er). My dishwasher broke 6 months ago and it's been tough to stay on top of my kitchen. I have dental work tomorrow, a full week of teaching, and Avery's party on Saturday. I need to order groceries, find and get a gift, coordinate the party plans with families, and then execute. Planning is not as tiring to me as the execution of the plans. 

This has been a rambly post. I came on wanting/needing to write, and hoping my fingers would lead me somewhere. May long weekend is coming up and my friends are camping too far away for us to join. My parents are out of the country and my brother has been busy with his new girlfriend. It's going to be a longer and tougher weekend if I don't create plans, so I want to give myself an ounce of space to think about that this week. I'm feeling quite on-my-own these days. It's a double edged sword: I need to build confidence that we'll be okay and that I can do it all, but I miss my community and the support. 

Avery is really excited to turn four and I'm excited to throw her a party about it. Avery and I talk about the future a lot and what she wants to learn and try next. I worry about being able to live up to our plans and excpectations that we set together. Of course Avery is understanding, flexible, and I feel okay rationalizing why I can't do some things. But I don't want to cut corners, I want to give Avery it all. That want is often what keeps my chin up.

That's all for now. Thanks for reading.

'a great occasion is somehow spoiled for us unless photographed'

Something About Us

 It's almost May, of the wierdest, most surreal springtime.

I had listened to most of Daft Punk's catalogue, but I didn't hear "Something about us" until 2024, despite it coming out over 20 years prior. Jen had already receicved her terminal diagnosis, and the song spoke to me so strongly on the first listen. One of those songs that doesn't need any time crawling into your brain and getting stuck. There's only one stanza of lyrics, and I feel them on a deep level.

It's been a tough month. Avery and I survived. I have a lot of guilt with the way I carried myself through the last month. I have high bar for myself and for Avery, and I'm impatient with getting a fitness for my new single-parent, single-income family. I do hamstring myself, but I also have a deep fatigue that is wearing off slowly. Those who know me and know us think we are doing well. I try to hear them. In the scheme of things, being only 5 weeks out from my partner's death, people are giving me more grace and space than I'm giving myself. I grieve differently, and while people understand that statement, they don't really understand my process.

I have 8-9 weeks until summer break. Avery will have her 4th birthday party in there and we'll coordinate some overnight trips to Nanaimo once my parents return home from Turkey in a month. But nothing wild or crazy. It'll be spring in Victoria and that really sells iteself. I hold guilt for not engaging frequently enough with estate tasks, but July really feels like the next time I'll have the mental space and the time to get those tasks done right. I'm holding anxiety around doing taxes, it's a task I've never done before, always Jen. And I have plenty of anxiety about my future teaching contracts, I'm feeling stuck in a small but permanent contract, and I'm considering changing things up.

I miss my friends. I don't talk much anymore, not about my day or about the news or about random stuff. I have a number of friends who reach out regularly via text, and I do feel guilt when I can't connect with someone who wants to drop off muffins. The truth is that I have more domestic demands and so less social time. But some of my best friends haven't been checking in much. It's too much for me to reach out to someone because I need their support or friendship. And that's super temporary, I know I'll be able to get back to initiating contact. But right now, if I have a free minute when I might historically have grabbed my phone, I'm not grabbing my phone. I'm grabbing a short breather from life because my waves of fatigue know exactly when I have a free moment.

That's all for now, my pro-d session is about to start next door (I'm writing from the PHE office in Mt Doug).

'I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world'

Symphony No.7 in A major op.92 - II, Allegretto

 

Friday, April 3, 2026

I won't have a ton of time to write this post, so maybe the time crunch will be a nice writing exercise. Avery is behind me, watching an afternoon show while resting after this morning's park play at Redfern park. She's 4 in a few weeks. While she watches, she's putting stickers into a folded piece of paper that will become Simon's birthday card tomorrow. The folded paper kept closing as she tried to put stickers on the inside, so she grabbed the scotch tape and carefully and expertly put a strip across the fold line. "Do you know why I did that dad? To keep the folded card open while I put stickers in."Sheesh - I didn't teach her any of that.

Hoo boy. So today is/was Jen's birthday. She'd be 41 today. She died last a few weeks ago, on the 20th of March. Yuck, I don't know if that's going to be a fixed remembrance day. I would really rather preserve April 3rd and May 10 as my all-star Jen days.

It's a surreal time. That's as close as I can get to describing life right now. I don't have a great lens on reflecting on my life currently. I'm in the suck. Later, I'm curious what it will be like to look back and how I'll consider these days. For now it's surreal. 

Many things feel okay. Surprisingly, weirdly, unexpectedly okay. I'm getting out of bed, fulfilling parenting duties in a healthy and sustainable way for both of us, and finding more time to balance everything and plan for the future. Avery's demands and my ability to provide for her have created a wonderful mechanism that keeps my motor running through this awful storm.

Some things about living still aren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drives me crazy by not being springtime. No but for real. My autopilot light is burnt out and I miss really blatant menial routine things like brushing my teeth, paying for parking, locking the door, etc. It is a very short amount of time between my idling vibe and falling into dissociation. I take my morning ADHD med (diagnosed 2020) and my afternoon MDD med (diagnosed 2025), and even with that wonderful assist, I'm dropping things. It's better this week, hopefully even better next week.

Poor Jen. God damn it. How can you ever believe in karma? How?? She fought far harder that she ought to have. Her fight 2018-2021 was hard in a different way, and it was remarkable how Jen fought to survive so she could have her life back and grow her family. After the diagnosis in 2024, it was such a different vibe. Jen really didn't have the same movtivation - she knew she would never get her life back and her family was perfect. So I really don't know where she drew the strength to fight 20 months in such bleak circumstances. Avery. I DO know. It was Avery.

I'm excited to write more. I'm excited at the prospect of finding the time to write more. It's a nice outlet for me, along with the other conscious and subconscious outlets I seek/find.

The toughest part of today will be connecting with Jen's family and community. Both are in rough shape.

Thanks for reading. We're gonna be okay.

'I'll just keep playing back these fragments of time, everywhere I go these moments will shine'

T-Shirt

Hello there. It's 2019 and I returned here to check out the past a little bit. This blog is a bit of an artifact at this point, but it's been great to see how I used to talk and think.

Reading back over 10+ year old posts, I realize how different I am. So many things are different, of course there are still similarities in the way I think now.

I wonder, when I was posted in 2007/2008/2009, if I had an idea of where I'd be ten years on. To be sure, in 2019 and reading back to 2007/08/09 is strange. I'm not particularly proud of how I acted and who I was in my early 20's, and posts from that era remind me why. I'm a few months away from my 35th birthday, and I'm happy with who the current me is.

I've come full circle on the direction of my career. Fifteen years ago, I was dead set on a career as an educator. Ten years ago I was no longer dead set, instead feeling a little lost on my professional direction. 2012 saw a revitalization in my professional journey. I started to tiptoe back toward a career path as an educator. I was hired by a school district in 2013, and I have been working as an educator since.

So I like my job. I like my job enough to look forward to it every week. I love it, but I recognize it's a stepping stone to more growth.

I'm working with a group of teenagers at the moment, and we're learning about writing, poetry, and self-reflection. Which led me back here, and led me to post a quick update.

If you read this, thanks!

- Mike

'I just wanna sing a love song
Pretend there's nothing wrong'

Pablo Picasso

Why hello there.

Usually when I come here to write, I forgo flowing intro's and jump right into whatever is on my mind. I suppose I'll just do the same, although it feels a little awkward to say hi and then immediately start rambling. It's probably okay.

I like to read my previous post before writing a new one. As time increases between posts, I laugh more and more at the spots I was at not so long ago. In this case, my last post was almost 12 months ago. I have since left the job I was at, held a temporary job, and found a permanent position with the Boys and Girls Club. I have lost friends, made friends, and made a lifelong commitment to my best friend. Since Feb 15 last year, much of my life has changed. I mean, obviously, but I have had perhaps the most enjoyable 12 months of my life since my last post.

I remember what happened on Feb 15, 2012, that took me to Blogger to write. A very similar episode happened to me today, and it sent me to Blogger to write. Last year, I had a negative job performance review - quite negative actually - and it kicked my butt into gear to trim the fatty crap out of my life. Today wasn't a performance review, but the course of my morning sent my mind into the same gear as Feb 15, 2012.

I found out a few things about my current job this morning, and a few things about myself. "I feel" is what I'm going to be writing over and over - and I realize that it's just my opinion and probably isn't factual. BUT, I feel undervalued and disrespected in my workplace. I also found out that I'm not going to deal with that. So my current job has just become, as of a few hours ago, that thing I do while I look for a better job.

I am in a far stronger position than I was in a year ago. Last year I committed to finding better work, trying to move from $11/hour into a better spot. This year, I'm newly committed to finding better work, trying to move from $16/hour into a better spot. I feel like my resume is awesome, and the motivation that was dammed up yesterday, just crashed through the levee.

Maybe it's the time of year. Maybe not, but I'm ready to work hard towards something better. I want to do that for the rest of my life. Except the best friend part. There's nobody better.

Thanks for reading.

Mike

'Fill up your head and fill up your heart and take your shot'

Gold on the Ceiling

Okay, so.

Do you ever struggle with change? I do, and I have a few observations. Sometimes, when change is necessary, or inevitable (or both), one will wait until the change becomes absolutely crucial. The time passes when change is optional, and it becomes forced. Like writing a paper the night before, or packing up the day before moving day. Does this make sense? Do people still do this after they finish University?

I feel like I'm trying to wrap myself around improving this skill (or fault?). I'm interested in seeing the change that needs to happen, and making continual progress. That's the key for me I think, the "continual progress". Like if you pick up an empty box every few days, you can bring it home and pack it, instead of leaving a mountain of packing to do right before moving day. Follow me? In the past, it's been hard for me to go ahead and tackle something big until it hits that crucial point. Breaking something down into small pieces, and crushing them one at a time until something big is done has never been a strength of mine.

I want it to be. I'm trying to up that part of my game. Do you have any suggestions?

I feel like in the last 6 months, I've been getting better, and I feel like I've really turned a corner in the last week. Specifically, I need to find a job. I'm nowhere near a critical point where change is necessary from a fiscal standpoint, where I have to make a move. Maybe that moment won't come, and that's why I'm not waiting for it anymore. I used to wait.

Anyway, I've broken down this change into a bunch of pieces, now all I have to do is check them off this list.

1. Improve my resume. It's been far too long, and it's not professional enough.

2. Broaden my network. In person, online, etc.

3. Get the word out that my skills are essential to people. I have to re-learn how to sell myself.

4. Apply.

5. Find out what skills I need, and get them. i.e. First aid, Non-violent Crisis Intervention, Fitness Theory.

6. Get 'dream' job.

It may seem strange

How we used to wait for letters to arrive

Blue Jeans

Hey guys

I'm gonna jump right in. I am updating on here for the first time this year, and I plan to hopefully start updating more often again.

This week I've been thinking lots about professional development, and I'm starting to put a few different things in motion. For starters, I'm making my online profile(s) a little more professional. I'm starting to expand to more social networks (google+, linkedin) in an attempt to recreate myself in a unified, professional way. I'm really hoping that some serious attention and effort online can help me network with new people in various areas to help myself toward a career. Kind of a strange undertaking for me. Well, not strange. I haven't really dipped into the world of networking very much, and it's obviously a really strong tool. So it feels kind of clunky, trying to get myself into a new frame of mind.

I spent some time with my pal Matt recently, and he's working with me on this little project. Matt is a seriously successful networker, and has a strong online reputation. He has found great jobs through online networking, and he's been gracious enough to share some of his secrets.

I'm looking to break into Victoria's health, recreation, and/or fitness sector, and I appear to have been doing it wrong for the past 18 months. Well, I'm still working at Starbucks. So I would say it DEFINITELY appears as if I could try something new.

I'm also interested in a couple lifestyle changes. I mean, I figure if I want to get serious about health and fitness, why not stop eating so poorly, and get outside a little more. That might look a little more obvious on this page than it is in real life. Not that I'm a big slug. I also think that networking with new people in these areas will assist with me getting out more, and vice versa - getting out more might also expand my network.

I have a couple of really good head starts on this project. First, I studied and immersed myself in health, recreation, and fitness during University. Which wasn't THAT long ago. I'm no stranger when it comes to understanding healthier living. Also, I have a great friend in Matt, who not only has great tools/tips for expanding my network, but he also has a passion in recreation and health. I also have Jen, who works at a gym, and Blake, who is a great motivator in the drive to stay consistently active. Weirdly enough, the recent expiry of my Xbox live membership is also a solid catalyst. I have too much screen time per week, and I don't plan on renewing my membership.

So off I go. I want to set a few goals. I think an important one is to get employment in my area(s) of interest, but I want to try to set some other realistic, achievable goals that I can crush along the way.

I'm gonna go do it.

Thanks for reading.

- Mike

'Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock'