Northerly Shaken

I have reached the halfway mark. 30 days down, 30 to go. In any long trek, the half way point is the summit. It is the point where you stop looking up at the peak and start looking out at the horizon. Reaching this midpoint isn't just a calendar milestone; it is proof of concept. I have proven to myself that even with my hypermobile-endo-hashi's 'Trifecta', the system works. The first 30 days were the climb, and it hasn't been a smooth ascent. I’ve faced hurdles that could have easily derailed me. I had to suddenly replace the cooking unit I had been relying on daily, a logistical headache in the middle of a health trek. There have been the "not so great" days where subluxations made every movement a chore, and one nasty migraine that completely leveled me for an entire day. But I haven't given up. On the days the body refused to move, I rested. On the days the gear failed, I adapted. I just got right back to it the next morning. The next 30 days are t...

Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time in the kitchenette, leaning into the luxury of stationary life. As I work through my Mix and Match meal prepping, I’m acutely aware of the infrastructure I have backing me up right now. Today is Day 24 of my 60-day "TrailBlaze Back to Health," and my "Bunker Kitchen" setup is a powerhouse for restoration. I have access to a full-sized fridge, a mini chest deep freeze for vacuum-sealed meals, and ample pantry space. This allows me to use my full toolkit—vacuum sealer, induction burner, air fryer oven, and crockpot—to their maximum potential. I can prep weeks in advance, ensuring my fuel is secured even if a Trifecta flare-up hits. The Mobile Dilemma 🚐 To be clear, I don’t have plans to leave, and I’m grateful for this stability. However, life has taught me that things can change. I’ve had several "long-term" setups abruptly re-mobilize. Because of that, the Nomad in me is always asking: How would I pull this off if t...

 Day Twenty- Colouring Recovery It hasn’t snowed for a couple of days, thankfully. The shovels are leaned up against the wall and the paths are finally clear, but the work hasn't left me yet. To put it bluntly: I am sore. It’s the kind of soreness that settles deep into the joints, reminding me of every rotation and heavy lift required for that winter clearing. I’ve reached for a different kind of tool to help navigate the recovery. I opened a new toolbox: a set of coloured pencils. Today marks Day 20 of my 60-day "TrailBlaze Back to Health." It’s a deliberate journey of rebuilding, and this morning, that journey is happening on the page. For years, I believed in the "Death of the Artist." I thought the girl who drew had been permanently replaced by the woman who carried the rucksack, worked several plots of land as a farmer, and fished the sloughs of the Fraser. I figured my hands were now meant only for grit, not grace. But as I sit here, navigating a body tha...