Retreat to the wholesome

Hit and Miss #123

Well, it’s been quite the start to the year, hasn’t it?

It’s been a hard week in Ottawa, in Canada, and beyond. And this morning Ontario Twitter came together over a nuclear incident that wasn’t. Personally, I’ve been mired in remembering certain periods of my life and comparing them to my present. Because that’s always fun and healthy.

So I’m trying to dig into the things that ground me.

While my roommate is taking an extended vacation, I’ve turned to podcasts and the radio (CBC Radio One, natch) to fill the silence of usually conversation-filled mealtimes. Last night, I caught up with a friend before taking myself out to 80s Mix Tape with the NAC Orchestra, which was a real treat, followed by watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. And this morning I’ve been catching up on newsletters and blogs with Cher playing in the background.

(On reflection, all the 80s stuff may actually be tied to my being mired in remembrance—it was definitely core to a certain period of my life. But it’s also great, feel-good entertainment, so I’m not about to drop it.) (Also, apologies: listening to Cher is delaying and disjointing my writing because I keep having to get up to dance.)

This has been a very me, me, me letter—I apologize if that’s not your thing. I’ll close by sharing some wholesome links from my reading this morning, things that have warmed my heart on a cold, icy day, and may do the same for you:

That’s all from me for this week. Thank you, as always, for hanging out with me in this space—it’s a special privilege of mine to write for you each Sunday. All the best for the week ahead, much love.