AAAA the fickle mob…

How the times have changed. I would love to have another all French discussion with my co-worker based out of YUL on what her take today is on this mask/ un-masked agenda. There used to be a time, and a few people I know of fall in that category when a Muslim woman wearing a face-covering was frowned upon. I also can very clearly remember this one time when mum was wearing a face mask due to her condition, was questioned about it. People found it absurd why someone would walk around wearing a face covering. To each, their own doesn’t seem to be the thing out west. People are compliant. Good on them, but don’t forget to questions things. That brain needs to be used, so use it or else you’ll lose it.

Fast forward a few years, we are now frowning upon people who DON’T wish to wear masks. The same people – THE SAME PEOPLE- who had a problem with others covering their faces a few years ago are now walking around with face coverings of their own. Today, the un-masked are not welcome. What changed? The virus has us all toeing the line. Hallelujah!!!

If you ask me, this is the best thing that could have happened. No, I don’t mean the false numbers projecting the rising death rates… let’s all face it, death is inevitable. The fact that now I am working in a cleaner environment with sanitary conditions being up to standards, while walking through the aisles without having to be ‘face sprayed’ by someone’s sneeze or cough, to not having to touch hands, getting to wear gloves while working- this all has been a BOON.

Hopefully, those who were harsh on others for making a personal choice of covering their faces, have now become a bit mellow in accepting that this could be their reality one day. Which it today is. I am so happy the Muslims are off the firing board.

Bring on the new stock to the abattoir <<< the poor, the sick, the elderly, the immigrants and anyone who has a blue collared job. Let the Squid games begin.

Jas out…

Watch if you’re sad 🐾

There hasn’t been a dull moment since these 2 savages entered our lives. I can say they barely keep me on my toes, as I am often knocked to the ground by the speed with which they come at me!! I wouldn’t trade the bruised wrists, the scraped knees, the fat tail wags in my face, for anything more than being hit at full force again🤣.

Here is a glimpse into our typical day… Boru , my spirit animal, enjoying his massage and Jura my moody mouthpiece having a conversation with me. More so because I decided to stay quiet for once which makes him wonder what is in store next 🙌.

🎶 They make me happy🎼, watch If you’re saaaa aaaaaD🎵🎶

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Unanswered questions, or are they really?

It is 7:32 PM and I was getting ready to binge-watch Ozark for the next 2 hours but somehow my brain is quite lit up today. Must have something to do with the 5 dates I shoved down my throat right before bedtime. Yeah, life on reserve requires me to hug my pillow by 8:30 pm.

The thing is that I have now come across a good few people in the last few years who have taken on the role of playing “psychologists” in the most “crudest” of all manner. I do not understand people who think just because they have lived through -:

• a divorce
• a miscarriage
• a heart break
• cancer
• failed realtionship
• several failed relationships
• loss of parent
• loss of sibling
• loss of a child
• loss of a pet
• massive weightloss
• over coming eating disorder
• being a single parent
• ….

qualifies them to become a “healer”?
What qualifies you to become a “coach”?
What the heck is a coach even?
What are you trying to achieve by “coaching?
Why is it so important for you to think that your “tragedy” or “misfortune” qualifies you to fix others? Is it really even about fixing others? If yes, then why is there money involved in this? Is your time money? Shouldn’t you be paying others for sitting through a “coaching” session where you talk about how your tragedy propelled you into a sea of self-awareness and qualified you to become a “self-professed healer?” Shouldn’t you be paying others for sitting through your sob story?

Do you think tragedy is unique to you? Do you think your tragedy is unique? Have you thought as to why your tragedy needs to be used as an example to “fix”, sorry, to HELP others? Why do you think others need any help?

Could the answers to these questions simply be that – you are secretly delighted that “life happened to you” and now you feel “qualified” to boast about it to the rest of the world?

Isn’t life itself supposed to coach you into better understanding yourself enough not to take on the burden of teaching others how to understand themselves?
Do you think YOU, the life coach, needs more coaching from life?

Jas out