by Shannon Talbot How refreshing would it be if the next time someone asked us how we are doing we answered with “I’m burnt out” or “I’m exhausted” or “I’ve overwhelmed” or how about “I’m languishing”? And what if the answer we heard back was “oh my gosh, me too. Thanks for sharing.” I’ll be the first to admit that in the corporate environment, if someone asked me how I was, I put on a smile and said, “I’m good, thanks.” I had a team and didn’t want to bring them down. I want
by Shannon Talbot I have a confession to make – I used to hate exercise. Hate, the word I tell my kids not to use but here I am using it. And when you hate something, why would you be motivated to do it? The problem for me was I didn’t do what I enjoyed, I did what others did or what was popular and for what? I would try it for a bit and then give up. EVERY year and EVERY to do list (and I make a LOT of to do lists), I put I would “exercise 3X a week”. It never happened.
by Shannon Talbot First off, how are you all doing? I mean really doing? I'm not talking about the culturally acceptable answer of "I'm fine thanks, how bout you"? I'm talking real. Answers like I'm tired. I'm burnt out. I'm anxious. I'm just SO DONE with COVID. I miss people. I was not meant to be a teacher. Everything Sucks. All of the above. This past week was really hard and at times pretty overwhelming for me. I lost my temper way more times than I can count and
by Shannon Talbot In addition to being more present, Sick Kids also gave me the gift of stillness. And stillness for me means time to think and reflect. During this time, I reflected on three questions: “Am I healthy?” Am I happy”? “Do I feel fulfilled?” My answers? “Hmmmm, kinda.” What sort of answers were these? I knew I had to dig deeper into each question. When visiting hours had ended and Jackson was on the verge of sleep, I curled up on the guest bed in the hospital ro
In December 2018 I had no idea how my life was about to change and how everything would become clearer. All because of the unexpected, challenging and wonder-filled time with my oldest son when he was hospitalized. Two years ago, my son Jackson, then aged 5, was admitted to Sick Kids Hospital for a perforated appendix and although not normally a serious condition, resulted in a stay of 31 days across 5 different visits and 2 surgeries. 31 days. 31 days where my emotions were