“Maybe the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything. Maybe its about unbecoming everything that isn’t really you, so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place. – author unknown”
I wasn’t the girl who dreamed of her wedding day, or even what I would be when I grew up. I have always wanted to follow my heart and its taken me almost forty years, and some great losses to finally listen.
I was born the oldest of five girls in Medicine Hat Alberta, Alberta. Here is where the journey began. My mother was a stay at home, who supplemented her income running a daycare, and took in extra children. My father worked away a lot on the pipeline. When he was home most of my memories of him involved him drinking or being sick. Yet I am a self proclaimed daddy’s girl. In grade five my parents decided to move when my dad got a DUI.
The frackers lifestyle had caught up with our family and a fresh start was what my parents needed. They purchased from my grandfather, a family run general store in Robsart, a small hamlet in southern Saskatchewan. Long gone where the Christmas’s and birthdays with high tech toys, which is what a frackers salary could buy. I looked forward to my older cousin, Rachel’s growth spurts, because that meant another black garbage bag full of hand me downs that I could grow into. I only notice the severity of my parents loss in income, when the day came that they realized the store couldn’t support a family of seven. We moved back to a bigger centre just as I entered grade 8. The days in Robsart brought on adventure. My sister Amanda and I, had our favourite places to explore. But it was those two and a half years that most of my fondest memories where made. I left Robsart, and didn’t look back. Over twenty years later I returned and rediscovered who I was meant to be in the first place.