how did I get here?


  • a relationship in which a person, thing, or idea is linked or associated with something else.

In February 2017, I stumbled upon Your One Word and, not unlike other books* I’ve stumbled upon, it was something I knew would make an agreeable companion for my daily commute. Page after page, thought after thought, Your One Word is meant to “help you nail down your personal motto(s)—the word that captures your purpose and passion.”

After a few days of distilling, I came to realize a few things:

  1. I have no desire to be an entrepreneur,
  2. I have a great desire to help other people realize they aren’t alone in the world,
  3. Above all else, I crave real connection.

Connection—to me—isn’t just about a casual nod on the street. I’m talking about true, unwavering connection. The type of connection that speaks to your heart, stimulates your mind, and is felt from the curve of your ear to the tips of your toes. The type of connection that appears like a picture after all the dots are linked in numerical order.

The next question, then, is how do you embody that in a single image?



*  Other serendipitous reads include:

  • Jonathan Livingston Seagull
  • The Celestine Prophecy
  • As a Man Thinketh
  • Reinventing You
  • Body of Work
  • Ishmael



A little bit modern, a bit more old school. I’m a millenial (#ew) editor—and creative writer—who prefers red ink and paper over electronic devices. I dabble in events and all they entail, and still wonder how I convinced myself that something so extroverted was a good career choice.

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

I’m an INFJ mother-of-cats who has strong feelings about The Exorcist (and why it should never be rebooted), sweet whites, time spent in the mountains, belugas, squirrels, and the Oxford comma.

I could spend all my days and all my dollars in bookstores. My Disney Princess skills are fiercely lacking. I pronounce my double-Ts differently than most. I wear a lot of yellow. And I’m a true Canadian who will go to 7-Eleven in the middle of deep-freeze winter for a slurshie.

al·li·ga·tor pear
\ˈa-lə-ˌgā-tər ˈper\

another term for avocado.

Why isn’t it an avocado? Well, it’s just more interesting this way.

One of the simplest pleasures in life is slicing into an avocado to discover a perfectly ripe, completely unblemished fruit with a really generous flesh-to-pit ratio. But beyond the edible, the alligator pear is a balance of dualities, a balance of the male and female, and teaches us that allowing vulnerability, having very specific needs, and seeking them out can help us grow stronger and more focused in our lives.

It is the strong and the soft. The unconventional and the beautiful.

It is and. It is connection.


“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” Henry David Thoreau


Skills-based Resume:

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Gabby Gertie’s welcome!
Have a recommended read? Words or images to inspire? Maybe you just want to be friends? Or have an INFJ confession of your own?

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