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Nat enjoys the gifts of a long goodbye

Social connection is an important factor in wellbeing. And if the past week is any indication, I will be well for a very long time.

Three months ago I gave my notice of retirement to my boss. Halfway through my mini-speech he joked “no, you can’t leave. We are supposed to win at capitalism together!”

And that joke set the tone of the next three months. Once we had settled on a plan we let my team know my retirement date and put a call out for my replacement.

Then something unexpected happened. My in office days became much more social. People I knew but didn’t see much in my current role started dropping by my desk or talking to me in the cafeteria.

It was a gentle touch on my arm, a smile or a hug. Sometimes it was a teasing or a confession of jealousy. All of it gifts of connection that just kept coming.

Part of me worried that this long goodbye was self indulgent. I know plenty of people who pull an “Irish Goodbye”. It’s when you just walk out of work and no one knows you have retired.

I’m here to tell you to not do that. If, like me, you have the privilege of choosing when you leave your paid work, choose a long goodbye.

Your colleagues need time to hear the news, come see you and bring you stories.

I worked in production when I joined Canada Life (then London Life). Two years in I became a leader. I’ve led 8 teams over 9 years. That’s a lot of people!

And so many of them reached out.

“Thank you for treating me like a human being.”

I’m crying just writing that. It seems like such a low bar to meet. To just relate to each other as people who matter. And we do matter.

I was told so many stories about how I helped someone through tough times by caring and being flexible.

There is definitely one person who is alive today because I took their mental health concerns seriously. Talk about making a difference.

I was delighted how many people told me they read this blog about fitness. Some folks follow me on Instagram or have added me on Facebook to see my morning cycling commute videos.

“Will you keep posting about cycling?”

Turns out those quick, off-the-cuff videos encourage lots of folks to be more active. What a gift to know I help them.

So many parties

This past week I went out 4 nights with different groups of friends to say goodbye. It was marvelous. So many good laughs and hugs.

Princess planned her own party

Since I’m technically just quitting my job there was no formal retirement company gift or funds for a party. So I decided I’d just put the word out that people could say goodbye Thursday morning 10 – 11:30 in a common use space near the cafeteria.

I invited a couple hundred people expecting maybe 30 to show up.

In the weeks running up to the day declines and quick messages trickled in.

“I’m still sick.”

“My dad’s in hospital.”

“I’m out of town.”

I had a creeping concern I’d be sitting by myself in a tiara feeling stupid. That fear is why many people choose not to have a reception.

Uh. My fears were unfounded. My colleague baked THREE CAKES. As she was unboxing them people started arriving, then forming a queue. The line-up went out the door, around the corner and down the hall.

My buddy dressed in her inflatable dinosaur costume. It was a carnival atmosphere.

A crowd in a hallway. In the distance you can see a dinosaur. Thank you Marc for the photo!

The line was full of laughter and folks being delighted to see other friends and connecting.

The line was so long some people had to leave for meetings and sent quick notes after.

Sharing is caring

Sharing fitness adventures at work, posting fitness stuff on LinkedIn where everyone is focused on business is so important. Our activities can give us a common base to build on. It helps us see each other as full people, not just interchangeable production units.

Long post, long goodbyes

I’m writing this Saturday morning while eating more cake with my coffee.

I’m looking at the mountain of thoughtful gifts and funny cards. People took time to know me and the gifts reflect the crafty, active plant lady I am. How marvelous.

A giant “love fern” is surrounded with cards and gifts.

Don’t forget the swearing

I’m known for cussing a blue streak in meetings. People find it hilarious. So when my team gave me a goodbye card I was delighted it read “Thanks for leaving us behind, asshole.” I couldn’t stop laughing.

They 3D printed a gift card holder “Fucking quitter. Oops we mean HAPPY RETIREMENT”

I’m still laughing. Perfect!

So. Yes. Long story longer. The long goodbye makes room for connection and closure. 10/10 I will long goodbye again.

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Nat learns clothing designs centre 18 year old bodies

As I’m shifting the balance of my time away from paid work to other activities I have been knitting and listening to podcasts. I need to watch my hands but I also need something to help keep my focus. The current shawl I’m working on is straight knitting. I mean, I’m queer but it is simple garter stitch with some counting. This is not complex enough to require full attention but fine enough work I can’t look away from my hands. This isn’t making it any clearer for you, is it? Oh well! Moving on!

So I’m sitting and knitting while burning through podcasts. I adore “And the rest is science”, “Smartless” and anything by the Welcome to Nightvale crew. Lately though, I’ve been craving handicraft podcasts, especially about clothing design and sewing. Clothing design was a passion of mine in my youth, I had wanted to be a designer. My bedroom wall was covered with reams of clothing designs, comic book characters and story ideas. I had a large spool of newsprint and I would unfurl arms length, beige paper and fill it with words and drawings.

Ten years later, when my kids were born, my mom helped me make piles of clothes for them, Michel and myself. My mother-in-law would gift me fabric and I would make curtains, bedsheet sets, quilts, diapers…EVERYTHING. We would sew around the kitchen table with highchairs, meals, and dogs underfoot. It was productive and fun in a chaotic and cozy kind of way.

Math is the theft of joy and one day I calculated out the cost of making Michel his dress shirts. Even with the cheapest broadcloth the material costs were about $35 a shirt because patterns, buttons, thread and interfacing all added up. This was not accounting for my time and it was taking me about a week to make a shirt. To pay me even a modest hourly rate meant these were $300 shirts and I was desperately short on time. I eventually set aside sewing as a way to make ends meet. I loved it but the time, space and money weren’t in my favour.

There was another reason though. After being pregnant I could not get a reliable fit for myself. I had a plus size dress form, I bought patterns with stretch but things did not fit right. The disappointing results sapped all joy from this hobby. I blamed my lack of skill and my unruly figure.

Fifteen years later I do want to pick it back up. I love the tactile experience of sewing and the clothes are of a quality that far exceeds any “ready to wear” garments available to me.

Where was I? Right, I’m sitting, knitting and listening to a Threads podcast from 2024 about a new sewing pattern company, Style Falcon. It’s a 30 minute listen. I like using the podcast as a fancy timer to stay focused on knitting but also a nudge to take breaks. Remember, this is a sidequest, a mindtoy and then MY MIND IS BLOWN. The conversation drifted to how most women’s clothes are designed around an hour glass shape of an 18 year old woman. Some companies have been using the same silhouette since the 1940s. Yes, the bodies of World War Two teenagers are what the pants on the rack are designed to fit.

If you have ever sewn a garment you are familiar with first creating a fitting muslin to then find out how you have to modify the pattern to fit. Common adjustments are about where your bust sits and how long your inseam/pant leg is.

At the heart of making cloths is fooling a two dimensional fabric into covering our dynamic three dimensional bodies. This is advanced planes mapping algebra, the OG 3D printing. Here small differences matter.

So as the conversation goes along they speak about mature bodies, from post-pregnancy to post-menopausal, you know, things that happen to us that change our bodies after the age of 18. And then they mention how skin gathers at the top of the knee in middle age and senior folks. I remembered getting these super cute pants that fit my waist, thighs and butt but were surprisingly tight just above my knee. I blamed myself for “letting myself go” but OF COURSE MY BODY IS NOT THE PROBLEM. This is “a thing” as we mature, just like more skin and muscle on our backs, forward rolling shoulders, thicker waists and bulkier upper arms. There are examples of exceptional women aging, like Helen Mirren or Jane Fonda, who defy the trends. The vast majority of us have different proportions in our fifties, sixties and seventies than we did when we were 18.

I’m so thankful for the excellent Threads podcast and the beautiful designs available at Style Falcon. Clothing fit is a feminist issue as it is deeply tied to ageist, racist, sexist and ableist ideals.

To catch excellent patterns and discussions look for the Sew Over 50 hashtag on your social media of choice.

From the Style Falcon website a preview of tops, bottoms and dresses that look stylish and comfortable.

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Nat gets by with a little help from her friends

Last Saturday morning I got a text from Cate, fellow blogger and extraordinary human, shortly after my post was published.

“One more resource is your friends and the ppl who think you are awesome — I send you a huge hug”

And I have to say, I’m blessed with a spectacular group of friends. From queer community to fitness bloggers to colleagues…I get so much love and encouragement. I have people I can ugly cry with.

My beloved and I often talk about the importance of social connection and a sense of belonging, especially as it relates to wellbeing.

Keeping social connections is highly gendered. This oldie but a goodie article from the New York Times explores the uneven burden but also the well being gains for women.

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/05/08/well/family/kinkeeping-families.html

People expect that I, as a cisgendered woman, will seek out and maintain connections. Michel, as a cisgendered man, is seen as odd, even creepy. It’s weird.

We have shared friends and family. We also have our individual pursuits and friends. I enjoy his friends and he mine.

So yes Cate, you are a part of my strategy for coping and celebrating.

And if you are reading this thinking you haven’t heard from a friend for a while reach out and offer a hug, a hike or a heckin’ good time.

It will make all the difference to you both.

Some friends hanging out enjoying a sunset overlooking water.
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What buoys Nat when navigating mid-life chaos

I’m standing at the hotel room sink brushing my teeth when I catch the sideview of my naked body in the closet mirror door. A wave of disgust hit me. I was overcome with the urge to do something drastic. I breathed. I turned off the unflattering florescent light. Who installs these things in hotel rooms anyway?

I sat down and had a good cry. I was in a hotel room in Saint John, New Brunswick because of a family medical emergency. I so desperately wanted to feel a sense of control, a moment of peace. At the same time my youngest kid is living in a tent in British Columbia between jobs, again. I’m retiring in three weeks and it feels like my life is out of control, tumbling pell-mell down a hill that doesn’t seem to have an end in sight. So instead of hating on my body I just kept crying, recognizing the body dysmorphia for a displaced need for a sense of control.

Instead of spiraling I rehearsed all the things I am doing to feel a sense of control.

silhouette photography of boat on water during sunset
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Pexels.com

Avoiding Alcohol

I continue to leave alcohol behind. When I feel this lousy I’m prone to drinking more and the one thing that won’t make me feel better is a hangover/headach.

Pool time

I love being in water and even though the pool is tiny I can still kick while holding the wall or swim into the output of the waterslide. I sleep much better for the time in the pool. I feel strong, confident and capable in my two piece meant for laps. I walked though the halls without a cover-up or shame. 50 something coping lady coming through!

Bring my Michel

Just having my special person around helped me feel grounded. A shoulder to snuggle to, a ready smile, and watching our favourite shows on a laptop like a couple of kids, it helped me feel a sense of normalcy.

Crochet

I tucked a skein of cotton under my arm and just made dishcloths. It’s really just a fancy fidget toy that gives you something at the end. It keeps me calm, helps me focus and stay in the moment.

Confront harsh truths

Seeing someone you love going through tough times is really humbling. Any illusion of control is quickly dispelled as events proceed. The urge to try and control others is huge for me. Internally I judge, blame and struggle to find meaning. Externally I keep breathing and focusing on what I can do in the moment. I don’t minimize or exagerate, I just stare the tough stuff right in the eyes and acknolwedge it.

Mine the past

A gem I unearthed in therapy was to look to my past for times I handled tough stuff well to help me have confidence on navigating life’s challenges. Many of those moments come from my fitness journey. From long bike rides to recovering from injury, my fitness activities have taught me I am capable and good at figuring things out.

Keep moving

Walking, stretching and strength training have really helped me feel a sense of peace and control.

Life keeps offering challenges and moments to rise to the occasion. I’m so grateful I’ve gathered many tools.

white and black compass beside a pencil
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Sat with Nat · WOTY

Nat checks in on her word of the year (WOTY) “create”

I was cheeky in December picking “create” for 2026 because I already knew I would be retiring from waged work on May 1 to write full time.

You can read what all of our bloggers picked here

Spring has arrived and with 1 month to go until I retire, how have I embraced “create”?

Creating Space

I organized and furnished my home office as a way to shift my thinking about this space. I’ve re-named it my studio. My creative hobbies include writing, music, drawing, and a distressing number of handicrafts.

A short, white shelving unit is tucked under a window with wine rack sections filled with yarns. The bottom is rows of drawers filled with an undisclosed number of handicrafts.

Socializing around artful activities

I have to credit my dear friend Jess with this one. She and I are committed to learning how to make things. We recently participated in a really great screen printing workshop at Museum London facilitated by Soft Flirt. She took a short video demonstrating how to pull the ink over the screen on her Instagram account.

A whit bandanna with 4 starbursts, a denim patch with an eye, and two tea towels with bold geometric designs. I am so pleased how they turned out!

Getting creative about working out

Recently, Michel and I have had especially hectic schedules. We renovated the basement which included our workout space. So we brought weights into the living room, used elastic bands, body weight exercises and lots of stretching and physiotherapy.

Protecting time to write

I’m working on a book and I’m so fortunate to be in a tiny trio of a writing group with Vanessa Brown & Karen Hendry. They have both published books over the more than 10 years we have been meeting.

We tried a new monthly accountability deadline and meet up to support and provide feedback.

Of all the things I have done, this is the one that has bolstered my creative output the most.

Taking up the craft at hand

I struggle to complete projects. I LOVE dreaming of new projects. I enjoy buying the supplies. I get a pleasant bump when I start. Then almost immediately my mind drifts to a new project. This can get expensive and a bit overwhelming.

So I’m working through my craft “stash”. I’ve crocheted and knitted all kinds of things with existing yarn. Cotton dishcloths, a giant granny square pillow for my bed, a crossbody purse and now …now I’ve picked up the shawl kit I bought in Iceland.

The yarn is tiny, the construction unique. I’m struggling to stay committed even though it is GORGEOUS.

Curved wedges of white, orange, grey and brown are separated by glimmering strands of black, gold and copper. The pattern looks like a dragonfly wing under a microscope.

https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/dragonflywing

What’s next?

My next tasks are creating a schedule that includes regular movement and workouts.

Michel and I have a solid dog walking routine to start our day and at lunch. I want to complement that with cycling, strength training and stretching. Hopefully I won’t need as much physiotherapy if I stick to it!

Overall

I’m finding going back to “create” to challenge myself and make positive changes has really helped me this year. I feel like I’m getting back to myself.

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Nat’s appreciating her new mattress

Shipping delays meant the new mattress and frame were delivered 10 days ago. Already Michel and I are used to the new bed. Here’s our early review.

Change takes time

The first night I tossed and turned. The mattress did not feel like my “home”. I felt too high. I got less sleep. The second night I slept better than I had in ages.

Size matters!

Our dog, Lucy, sleeps with us. The three of us on a queen size bed was too crowded. Now we each have lots of room in our split king. This has meant fewer wake ups as well as less tossing and turning.

Cooling

The new mattress, mattress cover and sheets are all about airflow. I have roughly 3 hot flashes a night. I’m not as sweaty and I’m able to fall back to sleep faster. Michel is a sweaty sleeper too and has noticed a big change in being able to regulate his temperature at night.

Goodbye back pain

We have set the adjustable frame for a slight lift on our calves and a bit of lift for our heads. This has given our lower backs more support.

The hybrid mattress is firmer than our old foam one. It is also considerably less lumpy! This means I’m not waking up in the morning with a stiff or sore back.

Staggering price point

I was shocked how much a hybrid split king with adjustable frame was. All in, we invested around $10,000 Canadian. WOWSERS.

That’s a shocking amount. We had spent $1,800 on our foam mattress and frame 7 years ago.

Buyers regret?

Absolutely not. Michel and I had both been struggling to get to sleep, stay asleep and get up pain free. Since we use the bed every night the cost per night over the next ten years is $2.74. Worth. Every. Penny.

I’m grateful we could afford a new bed and thrilled we are sleeping better.

A hand on a bed that promises lots of wonderful sleep.
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Nat’s reflection on 7 years of CPAP

I regularly go through my Facebook memories to whittle them down to 1 post per day per year. Whenever I can I choose to remember joyful moments.

This week in 2019 my beloved bought me a red velvet cake to celebrate my CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure) machine’s arrival.

Those early days were TOUGH. I did not easily adapt to this device.

Nat gets cozy…CPAP

Nat confused

5 years of CPAP

But now? Now I feel nervous if I don’t have my CPAP when falling asleep. This happens when the power is out or if there is a mechanical issue. Those nights are fitful sleeps with lots of tossing and turning.

I’ve started to love the lack of snoring. I really hate spontaneous naps that are stopped by me gagging on my own throat. Scary. Gross. I’m over it.

Nat smiles at the camera with just a normal amount of dark circles under her eyes. It’s a win!

I do feel more rested more often. And you know I’m Desperately seeking slumber

Even better in the past 7 years I find more people are open about using a CPAP and sharing strategies to adapt to using it regularly. I think this is the positive peer support we need to persevere and overcome our individual barriers to donning the mask each night.

These are the upsides of social media we need!

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Queer Hockey London Sparks Queer Joy

It was after 8 pm on January 16th when I got a message on Instagram from Courtney.

“Hey! I’m helping to start this new league in London, ON. Can you pass it along? Appreciate it so much.”

What you need to know about Courtney is her gift at connecting people.

She hosts a book club with her wife Pam. I’ve met so many great people there.

Before that, always invites from Courtney to go skating, play soccer, baseball? So many things.

I had met her many years ago when her ex and I worked together at The AIDS Committee of London. We didn’t know each other very well but appreciated each other’s vibes.

Knowing how good she is at bringing people together I was happy to amp up the posts for Queer Hockey London.

Before I knew it, all the people I knew in the community were talking about it. Even at my physiotherapist!

I was thrilled when the call went out for a game at the arena at Western Fair on Saturday March 7th. Admission was free with an option to support the Queer Food Bank run by PFLAG in London, Ontario.

I went with Michel and our eldest, Oli. We saw so many old friends. Those students on placement 15 years ago? Here with partners AND BABIES! So many wonderful people from babes in arms to seniors.

The audience was friends and family of players but also random community members just there for the fun.

Puck drop at center ice. Photo by Dana Nosella, used with permission.

People were handing out pride flags to waive. There was an inflated rainbow unicorn running around who was later joined by a dinosaur. There were pompoms! My roller derby friend Dawn was playing tunes.

Everyone cheered for each goal, regardless of team. Yay!!

A happy hockey player smiles at the camera. Photo by Dana Nosella, used with permission.

There was a lot of social media coverage as well as radio and our local London Free Press

Groundbreaking

It was such a great night filled with queer joy, seeing old friends and making new ones, which is what sport and community is all about.

Want to keep up to date on how this league is taking off? Check them out on Instagram.

Queer Hockey London

Maybe you don’t live in London, Ontario. Maybe you don’t yet have a Queer Hockey League in your area. Maybe you are the one to get it started?

I am so glad I live in the same city as Courtney and thrilled to be her friend. What a joyful gift!

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Nat’s brain lies to her

I swear to you when last I fussed with my commuter bike in December I hadn’t resolved a shifting issue. Yet when I dusted it off this week the cable was perfectly aligned.

The Shimano internal gears has a diagnostic setting. You put it in fourth and two dots appear on the rear sprocket. You adjust the cable tension to align them. But. Uh. When I checked it was perfect.

I had avoided biking in to work a couple times in February because I thought I still had a mechanical issue to deal with.

It’s so weird.

I biked in 3 times this week and it felt really good.

Wednesday was foggy in the morning and gloriously sunny in the afternoon.

Thursday was damp in the morning and very wet in the afternoon.

Friday was damp.

But no snow. No ice. Easy riding.

I’m kicking myself for not riding in February but it was a good reminder of how my brain lies to me.

I need to check the facts because I am not always a reliable reporter.

A rear wheel of a bicycle looking shiny in the sun in front of green grass.

My butt is a little sore from 3 days in a row after 3 months of not riding. I’m the women’s local legend of The Colborne which is, quite possibly the shortest, flattest Strava segment in existence.

But hey. I’m out there doing my silly little rides and much happier for it. No thanks to my lying brain.

Sat with Nat · sleep

Nat’s desperately seeking slumber.

My beloved and I have both been struggling to get a minimum viable amount of sleep. Our brains betray us. Our backs hurt. Our dog Lucy is hyper vigilant and wants those 4 a.m. snow removal folks to know SHE SEES THEM.

We’ve limited caffeine to the morning. We are abstaining from alcohol. We stick to our wind down routine.

In bed, I pop my bite guard in my mouth and snap my CPAP on. Michel dons his eye mask with earbuds to listen to a bedtime meditation.

We have smart lights that go to warmer hues at night.

We have separate duvets, his is heavy and mine gossamer thin. I still sweat.

And our mattress needs replacing. She’s lumpy. Turns out foam mattresses don’t last longer than 5 years and she’s around 7?

So off we went shopping to find a queen size mattress. Our house is nearly 100 years old and the narrow staircase couldn’t accommodate our queen platform so we have a last minute rickety frame that came in a slim box.

We went in with a plan but somewhere along the line Michel started eyeing split king beds with mechanical frames.

I spoke in French to him cautioning that it would be easily triple the price of just getting a queen mattress.

We had done our research and knew we needed a hybrid mattress with coils and foam so that it would last.

We shared with the sales person that we had an older house.

He showed us some regular mattresses and I knew my budget was gone when we tried a half split king bed. It’s split at the top to allow each person to adjust the upper angle and the bottom moves as one.

I’m promised that the mattress is cooling. I forgot to mention the thrice nightly lather of sweat thanks to hot flashes.

The salesperson promised the mattress arrives in a box no bigger than a twin. The mechanical frame folds up, again into a twin sized package.

We switched to French for honest budget conversations then back to English with the salesperson.

I hope a non-lumpy, bigger bed with better temperature regulation will help me get more than my current average of 6 hours a night.

I go to bed between 9:30 and 10 pm. I get up between 6 and 7 am. I am awake several hours each night.

I will give it a month and let you know how the new bed works out!

A bed with lots of pillows promises a sweet, sweet night of sleep.