Lol wow

Absolute madman

The power of ritual: They are playing a "vaccination game" with kids. They give you a vax and then you can remove your mask and celebrate.

I really enjoyed this article by Roosh, serious food for thought. I always appreciate how Roosh has a fresh take on any topic he writes about and especially now from his faith based perspective.

TRT Is Like Botox For Men https://www.rooshv.com/trt-is-like-botox-for-men

Sunset from the cove behind my house a few nights ago. No filter on this pic! Just the handy work of our masterful creator.

I am in Newfoundland for the next month or so. Visiting family for the first time since before I got pregnant with Magnus. I am so incredibly worn out. Since 2019 I have moved from Europe to Canada, had my first child, spent my entire postpartum and first year as a new mom all alone (except for my husband) endured several changes in my husbands work life with him, moved to a new province in Canada recently (from Yukon to BC) all while this covid nonsense has been going on in the background. Things have been tough.

This is a huge part of why my content has been narrowed down to occasional posts here and there and writing. It’s all I can manage.

Thankfully though for at least the time being, since I am home with family I have the help of my parents AND my grandparents. I am very lucky that my sons great grandparents are only in their 70s! This is the benefit of Newfoundland culture, people marry young.

So with the extra help, sleep and time I really hope to produce some things that have been stewing on the back burner for a while now.

Magnus meeting his great grandpa.

This was one of the happiest moments of my life.

I am really missing my Orthodox parish today. I look forward to service every week and not being able to go yesterday has me feeling a little fragile. I feel a little under spiritual attack the past couple days since I have been home.

Nostalgia is a weakness of mine. I tend to romanticize the past. Remember things better than they were. This has been intensified by the fact that I am home. Surrounded by mementos of my youth and childhood.

It’s been a struggle to not get lost in my thoughts.

My old priest Fr John from the Yukon told me once thoughts only come from three places. From God, from you and from the evil one.

It’s been important for me to learn the difference and it’s something I’m still working on as a new Orthodox Christian.

“To heal these wounds and to avoid ending up with a passive man, the solution is simple. Women must know that they deserve to be pursued. They will only be treated like a high-value woman if they value themselves highly.”

My latest 🤍

https://www.eviemagazine.com/post/why-being-with-a-passive-man-is-a-recipe-for-disaster

Just for the record I didn’t choose that picture for my article, the image is unfortunately chosen for me 🥴

Funny post I saw on insta lol very good use of satire.

A blueberry pie my Nan made. My mom and grandpa picked the blueberries 🫐 Love my nans pies theyre the best.

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