Good afternoon! I’m Tanya, and this little corner is where I plan to share—and maybe escape—the day-to-day chaos life has lovingly thrown at me in my late forties. We’re talking depression, social anxiety, stubbornness (the kind that could win medals), plus a collection of quirks and weird personal rules that nobody asked for.
Life hasn’t exactly been a smooth ride. I’m a survivor of childhood sexual abuse by my grandfather, who also abused his three daughters—my mother included. She passed away suddenly in 1991. My late husband and I always wanted kids, but life had other plans. Over the past 4–5 years, that longing for children has come back in waves, especially as I’ve been trying to grow through (and sometimes just survive) my circumstances. Praise Jesus for patience, even when it’s stretched thin.
Right now, I’m finishing up my Medical Office Administration program through CTS Canadian Career College—studying from home, of course, because pajamas are life. In August, I’m heading into my placement, stepping into the world as a plus-size girlie who’s never really had a “real” hard-working job, aside from a few days here and there of dipping my toes into the workforce. This will be a whole new adventure. Pray for me—and my feet.
Church is my routine, even if I flip-flop between Mountain Park Church and Grace Gospel in Niagara Falls. Spiritual indecision? Maybe. But at least I’m showing up.I’ve been knitting and crocheting for about seventeen years, but burnout hit me hard. My crafting mojo has been in hiding for a while now—honestly, I don’t know where it went, but if you see it, please send it back. In the meantime, I’ve stockpiled enough cross-stitch patterns to open a store, and I’ve got one project that’s been “marinating” for about two years. Let’s just say it’s aging like fine cheese…or maybe just going moldy.
I’ve been knitting and crocheting for about seventeen years, but burnout hit me hard. My crafting mojo has been in hiding for a while now–honestly, I don’t know where it went, but if you see it, please send it back. In the meantime, I’ve stockpiled enough cross-stitch patterns to open a store, and I’ve got one project that’s been “marinating” for likely two years. Let’s just say it’s aging like fine cheese…or maybe just going moldy.
Back in 2019, I was a sock-making machine—12 to 14 pairs of socks, two-at-a-time (because why suffer slowly when you can suffer faster?). Now I’ve got a tote full of sock yarn taking up premium storage space, quietly judging me every time I walk by.
I lost my husband of 17 years in 2015, just one day after my sister’s birthday. Since then, it’s just been me and the cats—because of course it’s cats. I’ve got my learner’s license and I’m working on getting more driving practice so I can finally take my road test again. Watch out, Ontario roads.
I’m also really into reborn baby dolls (they’re soothing, don’t judge), and I love blasting loud Christian music—whether it’s worship, dubstep, EDM, or anything that makes the walls vibrate. I’ve got a little niece and nephew who mean the world to me, but I don’t get to see them nearly enough. Family gatherings sometimes leave me emotional afterward—I’d love to be closer to my small family, but life has its way of complicating things.
One of my dreams is to move to Britain—that might explain my obsession with Time Team and Call the Midwife. Archaeology and vintage baby-delivering nurses? Yes, please.
So come along on this wild ride with me and see the odd, quirky, and occasionally ridiculous ways I interpret life. I promise it won’t be boring.
