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Post #3311: Notes from my future self

Posted on December 29, 2025 by Megan

I keep thinking that after so many colds in the last few months—plus Covid in the spring—I must be immune to whatever is currently going around. Alas, this has not been true. I’ve come down with my third cold since July, picked up somewhere along the way during my holiday travels.

I’m through the worst of it now, grateful to be home and cozy in my studio for the first time in a week. I slept prodigiously last night and am easing back to the computer to catch up on a few things. Here’s hoping this is the final entry in my viral year, and that 2026 holds far fewer sniffles (not to mention, a repair for my aching tooth which flared up on Boxing Day).

I am not so much for making resolutions, but as I anticipate a year of change ahead, I’ve been thinking a lot about next steps. Just before Christmas, I spent some time working through an exercise projecting my year in review – as if it were already the end of 2026. It involved a mix of planning and imaginative writing: mapping intentions, then describing the year as though I had already accomplished some of what I set out to do.

It’s an exercise I’ve seen others write about on the Internet, though I don’t know where it originates. Apparently, writing as if something has already happened seems to activate the brain’s ability to notice pathways, opportunities, and small decisions that move us in that direction. It’s not manifesting so much as a way of orienting attention towards what matters, and what I want to prioritize going forward.

At the end of the exercise, I gathered what I’d written into four main areas that emerged organically: Career & Finances, Health & Spirit, Art & Writing, and Relationships & Community. Not everything that follows is new—some of it is simply a re-affirmation of directions I’m already walking. And some of it may read as a little cryptic, as I’m not quite ready to reveal everything I’m working toward just yet. But you’ll get the idea. Be the end of 2026, future me will be able to say that I:

Career/Finances:

retired, with all consumer debt paid off in November 2026
was accepted into a new education program and begin studies
was accepted into a career-path that surprises everyone around me

Health/Spirit

have finally returned to the daily meditation practice I abandoned in 2025
made my workouts are non-negotiable 5 days per week and was super focused
re-introduced intermittent fasting to help with my health and fitness goals

Art/Writing/Music

played my fiddle daily, and was rewarded by spending more time in the old time music communities in Vancouver and Victoria, plus I went to NimbleFingers!
started my year with a small cloth-dyeing project which lead to more textile-related ideas carried throughout the year
returned to weaving and completed three projects
kept a book of days, a commonplace book, a sketchbook, and a notebook for in-depth writing in continual use
got two substack newsletters out per month, and also continued with the semi-regular blog posts
sewed a half dozen new garments, some specific to my faith tradition

Relationships/Community

committed to more time in relationship with my partner, which included spending time in Vancouver more frequently
continued to support community as a core practice – staying on the two boards I currently sit on
supported family with whatever level of effort was required
tended to my ongoing life and home on Gabriola, taking more care in the garden and on finishing projects.

When I completed this list, I noticed what didn’t make the cut – such as concerts at Birdsong, teaching workshops, time spent with friends, etc. That doesn’t mean those things won’t happen, but this is going to be a year of heavy lifting, and I need to set priorities accordingly to balance both my career and creative goals with life and community responsibilities. I’m curious to look back on my list at the end of 2026 and see what other events arose, or got in the way of my projections!

I have a week of holidays still, before I return to work on the 4th and am home for all of it. This is the part that truly feels like vacation – I’ve got some community stuff going on, we’re hosting a few friends on New Year’s Eve, but most of my time is my own for a few days as I recover from over-feasting, illness, and too little sleep. Another nap is on my near-horizon, and I hope that you can say the same!

Post #3310: Serious thinking

Posted on December 16, 2025 by Megan

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I had a meeting with someone in a somewhat job adjacent field last week. He was young, maybe only 28 or so, but knew what he was talking about, and took himself very seriously. Not in an imperious/obnoxious way, but in the way of someone who knows their currency and is confident in their training.

I found myself unexpectedly unsettled by the encounter. It was not his confidence that troubled me, but my own response to it. As a woman, I have learned to soften my presence: to put others at ease through humor, self-deprecation, or anecdote, even when engaged in work that is consequential or requires authority. Whether representing a union member, facilitating a difficult conversation, or giving project direction, I have often felt an unspoken expectation to make seriousness more palatable by making myself less so.

Afterwards, I asked myself whether my efforts to make others comfortable were not simply accommodations, but also a reflection of how seriously I take myself. On taking stock, a pattern emerges in which I:

defer to what I perceive as others’ authority, even when not demonstrated through experience
routinely diminish my own accomplishments
dismiss my interests as irrational or unserious
am embarrassed to name aspirations or vocational callings at this stage of life
constantly assume that my interests or capacities are being quietly judged or dismissed by others

In Internal Family Systems therapy terms, I understand these as responses managed by my “Protector” parts – adaptive strategies or internal messages that arise in order to help me avoid shame or fear by maintaining harmony and avoiding scrutiny. But just like any overly-protective mama, by playing it safe, those parts have also diminished my capacity to act on certain projects or directions (“what will other people think of this”) and limited how I show up in the world to what I believe is expected of me.

Folks who know me might find this an odd self-assessment – for I am outwardly confident, distinct in my efforts, and a problem-solver for others. Yet these tendencies surface most clearly when I am in transition: when I am changing direction, imagining wider possibilities for my own life, or facing the reality that my path does not mirror those of my peers. My retirement in the next year, is certainly a triggering point for these reflections.

Simply recognizing this pattern has already put me in a better frame of mind for the task of redefining my life post-government-job. While I am not ready to divulge my direction just yet, I have spent the last few days asking myself “what would someone who was serious about this do?” and then simply doing it rather than letting feelings of shame or embarrassment creep in and stop me. To be clear: I am doing nothing shameful or embarrassing – but there is a voice inside me that still asks “who are you to think you will do this?” every step of the way.

But even a self-doubting step is a step! And onward we go.

The photo at the head of this post is of the lichen Lobaria pulmonaria, also known as lungwort. It has medicinal properties and can also be used to dye yarn and fabric.

Post #3309: Rest and retirement

Posted on December 5, 2025 by Megan

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I’ve been sick with a cold since mid-week. Brian brought it home from Ottawa on Sunday, and by Wednesday the tell-tale signs—sore throat, exhaustion—were upon me. I still had to work yesterday even though I wasn’t really fit to; my manager’s mom died a few weeks ago and I’ve been in charge since then. There were too many things to attend to, and since I work from home I managed a nap in the middle of the day to keep myself going. But I was resentful anyway—resentful that I had to work when all I wanted to do was lie down and rest. As soon as I signed off for the day, I slept a solid two hours on the couch before dinner (toast and avocado).

Today is my flex Friday so I am off work, and on the couch with laptop and books – a motherlode of which came in for me at the library this week, so I am well stocked. I am the level of sick in which there is the secret pleasure in the excuse to “do nothing”. Not so sick as to be incapacitated, but sick enough that no one will expect anything from me. Plus, I’m pretty sure I’m still contagious so it’s best I don’t interact with the world right now. I recognize my privilege in having no one to look after, and having a warm and clean home in which to loiter away these hours of sniffles—it allows me to actually take care of myself which is something a lot of us never get to do.

Something else a lot of folks never get to do, is retire from working life – something on my mind this week since I’ve received my official letter indicating my eligibility to retire early – even earlier than I had planned. (Two to three years from now was my retirement date). My employer, the federal government, who I have reported to dutifully since I was 25 years old (but first started working for as a student when I was only 23) has devised a plan aimed exactly at people in my situation—between 50 and 55 with a significant amount of pensionable year – in an attempt to move us out of the workforce and thus forestall layoffs for younger workers. Under this plan, the details of which are emerging slowly—I would be able to retire in less than a year without incurring any financial penalty (we are penalized 5% per year of retiring before 55 and 30 years of service, this plan eliminates that). That means retirement when I am only 53, about 18 months ahead of schedule, and being able to collect my full pension immediately upon that date.

Of course I plan to apply for approval to do this program—I have a big life outside of work that I’ve been that I’ve been itching to spend more time in for most of my working years. But I also find this opportunity arriving while I am still young enough to be at the apex of my career and at the beginnings of a multi-year project I would like to complete. Life being what it is, the timing feels a bit off even as I wonder that maybe this is exactly when the shift is meant to happen. For while I know I am valued and I currently get to select the projects I work on, I also know that layoffs and organizational change are happening all around me right now – and it could very quickly become the case that work is miserable again and I am counting the hours to leaving. Perhaps doing all the planning for a big project, but then leaving as the execution of it begins is *exactly* what I need to do – before the urgency and troubleshooting of said project is upon me.

Because one thing is true: even though I’m young to be retiring, a lifetime of work has left me depleted. Sitting in front of screens, troubleshooting, writing and editing, project managing—these activities drain my creative life, and even in the very short stints I take for vacation, I notice how much more creative output I’m capable of. In my entire working life—since I was 15 years old—I’ve never taken more than two weeks off at a time. I never took a gap year or months to travel overseas, never took a sabbatical in which to find myself. And when I think about that, I get very exhausted indeed—the sheer amount of bullshit one has to push through in a lifetime of getting up and going to work every day, and the amount of life one must push to the side to accommodate that work, is staggering.

My need for a nap has arrived again, so I’m not sure I can finish these thoughts cogently except to say – may we find a way to a world in which all of us can toil less and rest more.