Literally, I have gone fishing.
This is the blog each year where I tell you there will be no blog because I am not at work. I am doing my best to practice self-care. Which I suck at.
I will tell you a bit more about what I am doing if you are interested and want to read more.
I am in the middle of nowhere in Northern Ontario. There is no cell coverage where I am . I am NOT checking email on my phone. This is very hard for me but important to do.
I am spending time with my children. This is important and precious to me. They do not see me nearly enough throughout the year, beyond which FaceTime allows – and most Saturdays.
I am with my brother and my father, and an uncle as well. These are all men that I respect and admire, and all of whom are very different than I am. We are not a family of long-haired hippies. I am the black sheep.
I am fishing for Smallmouth Bass. I am not a good angler. I will not catch many. I don’t care.
Camping on an island in the middle of a lake, I am more interested in the call of a loon, the northern lights, the campfire, and feeding people camp chow and my kids being happy.
I will come back to work refreshed and ready to take the next step to end homelessness or improve affordable housing in your community. Until then, if your email can wait until next week, please hold off.