My partner and I are coming to Kanata soon eith tge kids for a baseball tournament. We’re looking for a spot to go and smoke joint and enjoy a tea. We have a few hours eith no kids on the Saturday and don’t see out of town much.
I will be in Cobourg tomorrow during the day, I’m wondering where do I go to find people who will let me play with them?
Two between 8-12 and baseball is almost all we do in a summer, with a successful co-parental partnership.
I’m off of work now from a hospitalization but getting back on my feet, I want to do something meaningful with them while they are home with me.
The goal is to find female friends. Individuals or a group. Years of therapy, leaving an abusive partner, it has all helped me with confidence, but I struggle with the kind of regulation that comes from having a strong mom, sister, and/or friend. My partner is soft and supportive but a little behind when it comes to utilizing emotional intelligence. Like so many, we continue to grow and learn from the decisions we make.
Love poetry, writing, music, drawing, and anything sporty or adventurous. I’m athletic, artistic, and silly; one of those that likes to feel safe then opens right up. It can be draining, but I love being a positive energy for others to draw on, it’s kinda my thing.
The goal is to find female friends. Individuals or a group. Years of therapy, leaving an abusive partner, it has all helped me with confidence, but I struggle with the kind of regulation that comes from having a strong mom, sister, and/or friend. My partner is soft and supportive but a little behind when it comes to utilizing emotional intelligence. Like so many, we continue to grow and learn from the decisions we make.
I did not grow up in a happy home. At five years old I had been given up by my birth parents, fostered, and adopted. By nine I was on my fourth mother. My step mom from 9 years old on was an alcoholic and serial gaslighter. Didn’t even realize the toxicity I had grown up with until I left home at 18, had enough.
Love poetry, writing, music, drawing, and anything sporty or adventurous. I’m athletic, artistic, and silly; one of those that likes to feel safe then opens right up. It can be draining, but I love being a positive energy for others to draw on, it’s kinda my thing.
I live near Toronto, in Oshawa. I’m a single dad trying to take a few shots of my two boys playing. I have a major surgery to remove possible cancer on the 5th of June and I won’t be at many games after that. It’s been my dream to take some shots of them, I have a Nikon D5200, and know how to use it.
Hello, In the past 3 months I have lost my job, two surprise knee surgeries, worsening depression, and waiting for colorectal surgery on June 5 to remove a mass to confirm if it’s cancer or not.
My two boys play baseball, I’ve been coaching little league since before they were born, coach basketball and volunteer too. Fun isn’t really in my schedule these days. While home and out of commission; I write, I play music, creating for my kids.. but tomorrow, I have been blessed with A ticket to a Blue Jays game. It was gifted to me and I intend on making this a day to remember.
I wasn’t sure where to post this, I’m not really asking for anything specific. Just wanted to share my story and see if anyone can help make my day a little more fun. It is hard to make post about ones suffering when so many people do, I hope everyone can enjoy a day or two as they come.
If nothing else, let this post be a light to guide whoever needs it, to live in the moment when life gives you a gift.
Hello, In the past 3 months I have lost my job, two surprise knee surgeries, worsening depression, and waiting for colorectal surgery on June 5 to remove a mass to confirm if it’s cancer or not.
My two boys play baseball, I’ve been coaching little league since before they were born, coach basketball and volunteer too. Fun isn’t really in my schedule these days. While home and out of commission; I write, I play music, creating for my kids.. but tomorrow, I have been blessed with A ticket to a Blue Jays game. It was gifted to me and I intend on making this a day to remember.
I wasn’t sure where to post this, I’m not really asking for anything specific. Just wanted to share my story and see if anyone can help make my day a little more fun. It is hard to make post about ones suffering when so many people do, I hope everyone can enjoy a day or two as they come.
If nothing else, let this post be a light to guide whoever needs it, to live in the moment when life gives you a gift.
Hello, In the past 3 months I have lost my job, two surprise knee surgeries, worsening depression, and waiting for colorectal surgery on June 5 to remove a mass to confirm if it’s cancer or not.
My two boys play baseball, I’ve been coaching little league since before they were born, coach basketball and volunteer too. Fun isn’t really in my schedule these days. While home and out of commission; I write, I play music, creating for my kids.. but tomorrow, I have been blessed with A ticket to a Blue Jays game. It was gifted to me and I intend on making this a day to remember.
I wasn’t sure where to post this, I’m not really asking for anything specific. Just wanted to share my story and see if anyone can help make my day a little more fun. It is hard to make post about ones suffering when so many people do, I hope everyone can enjoy a day or two as they come.
If nothing else, let this post be a light to guide whoever needs it, to live in the moment when life gives you a gift.
Update: the start.. Game at 1pm
Packed the night before.
Looked up the routes.
Filled the presto card… prepared.
Arriving 15 minutes early, rookie mistake. Not enough time to make the walk from secondary parking lots.
Quickly I race to the next stop a short drive away, maybe theres more parking spots.
This would barely be correct. So I commit. Without even knowing the time it leaves yet, I grab my stuff and weasel through the closely parked cars making my way to the bridge to the station platform. Moving fast I check the schedule… I had four minutes. Did not feel like enough time; (that walkway over the track is tall, more stairs than I calculated anyway).
So I ran. Feeling empowered I ran stronger with more confidence since before the surgeries in March. It wasn’t until I got to the top of the first mountain of stairs, looked across the bridge and gave up. Seeing the train already arrived, it felt impossible to make it across and go down what seemed like 4-5 stories of stairs.
So I ran. Feeling quite unsafe on the way down I kept my calm, and my grip on the handrail. Alert for each noise the train made the doors remained open as I defeated the stairs and found the platform.
Standing on that black mat, my landing pad, with the door closing behind me, exhausted more than I’d been in days I stood tall and took a deep breath. Immediately scanning for threats while wearing my prescription shades. Following my exhale I spot two retired women, blue Jays fans alike, smile really big at me. Proud.
Quickly I maneuvered up a few more steps to the upper more comfy part of the train, best view anyway.