Author: ScootyDub

Happy Sunday, Reader I was staring at my phone in disbelief on June 3rd. “I think my credit card got hacked,” I said. Sarah looked up from the box she was unpacking. “What? Are you sure?” I didn’t look up. “There’s a $512 charge from 20 minutes ago, which definitely wasn’t me.” “What is it?” she asked. “I don’t know!” I snapped, sitting on the couch, still in the middle of the living room. I squinted at my phone screen, thumbs tapping for the answer. I found it. “Someone ordered patio…

Happy Sunday, Reader “We got it,” she said. Sarah put down her phone and looked up at me with bright eyes. I could feel a wave of relief wash over me. After weeks of searching, applying, and hoping, we finally had a new place. It wasn’t easy. The uncertainty, the disappointment, and the stress wasn’t fun. A month ago, we were sitting on the couch, processing the news that we’d have to move again. Now, as we sat on that same couch, letting the good news sink in, I could feel the excitement…

Happy Sunday, Reader “He’s selling,” she said. Sarah put down her phone and looked up at me with disbelief. I could feel my stomach sink. The hot real-estate market strikes again. Two years in a row. What are the odds? Another year, another round of packing, moving, and hoping. “I guess it’s time for another adventure,” I said, trying to force a smile. Sarah did smile, but I could see worry in her eyes. We didn’t want to be starting this process again. We wanted to skip the packing, the…

Happy Sunday, Reader Life is more enjoyable when you’re not trying to predict every outcome. But I suck at it. I constantly sift through potential scenarios, reactions, and, of course, judgments. And for what? All I get is too much cortisol and drops of sweat tickling down my rib cage. For example, I was in a head-on collision to start March. The sun was shining behind me, casting a shadow onto the narrow, slush-covered laneway in and out of the parking lot. Ahead of me came ripping a black…

Happy Sunday, Reader
We don’t find time. We make time by sacrificing something.
This month, I struggled to balance professional priorities and personal projects. No matter how much I tinkered with my schedule, something always fell through the cracks. It became clear I was playing a game of substitutions.
One thing in, one thing out.
We need to make difficult decisions to do what needs to be done. We can’t rely on cruise control to get where we’re going if we want to get there on time. We…

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Happy Sunday, Reader
It’s around noon on New Year’s Day when we hear the unmistakable “click-click” of a dead car battery.
Sarah turns the key in the ignition again while I hold my breath in the passenger’s seat. Click-click.
Guess we’re not going to the mountains today,” I said, shrugging off my seatbelt.
I knew it was me who left the interior light on, rummaging for my misplaced sunglasses the night before. (Looking for…