“Thirty things that make me happy” is well beyond a number I thought I could come up with, I feel—but I’m curious, and this will be a bit of “getting to know me.”
1. Good writing
2. Jesus
3. Unconditional love
4. Going to bed and sleeping well
5. Love from Luna (or any cat or pet at this point)
6. Feeling good–not having aches or being stuck in my head.
7. Good food that I didn’t have to make or clean up afterwards
8. My nephew & niece
9. The company of PQ, WP, BB, LJ, LOC, and my knitting group ladies.
10. Holding and looking after babies
11. Great fast music
12. Worshipping
13. Pizza, ice cream, cheesecake, plain chocolate, fudge, soda, BBQ hot dogs
14. Making people laugh, bringing them joy, helping in any way I can
15. String of lights
16. Candy canes
17. Succeeding
18. A good hot soak in the tub–being in water.
19. Lime green & pale/dusty pink
20. Looking good, feeling good, and being comfortable all at the same time.
21. A winter scene (in the city or in nature)
22. When friends read my mind and help solve a problem I’m having without prompting.
23. Being comforted–physical touch.
24. Finally finishing languishing WIPS (works-in-progress)
25. Being able to truly be myself (the good and bad) without ruminating over things said or done–and knowing others aren’t bothered by it.
Okay–I’m done. I can’t come with anything else. Nearly 30… very surprisingly! How about you–could you come up with thirty? I double dog dare you to try.

Creative Modifications
"Surviving life’s plot twists with yarn, loud worship music, and a stubborn streak of hope."
Hello and howdy from Ontario, Canada — I’m glad you’ve found your way to this creative corner I’m building for my art and storytelling.
I hold diplomas in Visual Creative Arts & Design and Medical Office Administration, blending creativity with strong organizational skills while I continue seeking where God is leading me.
A lifelong maker, I knit, crochet, and explore fibre arts, support a Southern Ontario knitting group through communications, and volunteer creating social media content for Abbey Cats Adoptions.
My work is shaped by faith, resilience, and healing, and I’m currently developing a character-driven fictional world exploring identity, redemption, and hope in unexpected places.
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Discover how people across the world use sound—music, nature, silence—to enhance focus, creativity, and emotional well-being during work. A deep reflection on the sounds that shape our work life.
What Do You Listen to While You Work? | Music, Nature, Silence & ProductivityThe sounds we choose reflect our inner world, enhance productivity, shape our mental state, and affect our emotions. If you had asked me ten years ago whether I believed that, I wouldn’t have been so quick to agree as I am today. It’s not entirely because of my faith, but because of where my emotions and imagination go when I listen to different types of music.
Music has the power to change how I feel far too easily—maybe that’s just a me thing. However, I’ve seen its effect on friends and at the churches I’ve attended. The lyrics and melodies can stir me into getting up, doing the dishes, tidying up—or even writing this. Right now, a fast song is playing on Spotify: “Numb” by Veridia. It has an upbeat rhythm and plays on a playlist called “Feeling GOOD Christian Mix.” It’s a pretty good playlist overall, though it’s not one of the EDM or Dubstep ones that affect me more intensely. I want to feel energetic and productive (I’m someone who always feels I need to be doing something useful), especially after a dull and long morning of classes—even if I did learn something new in MS Word.
Certain songs by Crowder have brought me to tears and inspired me to rise like a warrior, ready to fight the enemy in the name of Jesus. When I put in my earbuds, the music becomes a part of me. I’ve been at worship nights at Mountain Park Church where a soft but moving song was playing. I leaned forward, resting on the chair in front of me, and in my mind’s eye, it felt like I was dancing hand-to-hand, chest-to-chest with Jesus. Music is powerful!
At night, I fall asleep to the sound of crickets or distant storms—nature sounds without words or commercials. I loathe commercials and abrupt breaks. When my husband was around, we used a fan that mostly blew on him. But once it was just me and the cats, I quickly transitioned to a Spotify account. I’m confident I’ve listened to most of their chill playlists over the years. That calming music helps me let go of the day’s issues and eases me into sleep. On summer nights, with the bedroom AC running, the hum becomes a form of white noise. The night storms and crickets are sometimes drowned out by the AC’s gentle drone.
I used to struggle with silence, but since starting my classes last September, I’ve greatly improved. My mind no longer spins into overdrive, racing through a hundred tasks or overthinking past conversations. In a way, silence has its own sound. It invites focus and presence—it gives space to breathe.
I miss the days when movies had their own unique playlists that perfectly captured their essence. Over the years, I’ve made countless playlists for the worlds I’ve imagined, spending hours finding just the right songs.
I can’t say I’ve experienced writing or working in a café all that often. I did go to the library last September, but I wasn’t fond of it. It felt too exposed—anyone could see what was on my screen. I didn’t (and still don’t) feel safe enough to fully enter “the zone” with people around. Maybe that sounds overly cautious, but I like to stay aware of my surroundings. I’m not particularly fond of wearing earbuds in public either. Music distracts me, and I worry I won’t hear if someone approaches from behind.
Whether its nature sounds for work, music for productivity, or just ambient noise playing in the background, it’s wise to be aware of your emotions and mental state while listening. Being intentional with what you hear makes you more mindful and can offer comfort.
Do you have music playing all the time, like I often do? Or do you prefer silence or podcasts? I used to be really into podcasts, but lately, I haven’t found any that hold my attention. What’s your go-to sound? I’d love to hear from you. -

The Bible says in Psalms 5:4–6: “For you are not a God who is pleased with wickedness; with you, evil people are not welcome. The arrogant cannot stand in your presence. You hate all who do wrong; you destroy those who tell lies. The bloodthirsty and deceitful you, LORD, detest.”
I’ve killed more times than I can count—stolen, shattered families, destroyed companies, marriages, possessions, even buildings. All for pleasure. Because I had the power. And, unfortunately, I enjoyed it.
I should have died that night on the back of my parents’ land—that is to say, stayed dead. In the traditional sense. Not slammed into a world that I—and most of you—had no idea even existed.
The truth is, I was masking the pain and furious anger I had toward both of my fathers. I was no better than the abusers I often tortured and toyed with for hours before finally killing them at one of our clubs.
I am damned. Beyond sinful. Saturated with sin. I deserve complete isolation from all that is good—and I contain none of it. Never mind the fact that, as a race, my kind shouldn’t exist in the first place. And yet, we’ve infiltrated every corner of human society and government.
The other races—at least are alive. Breathing. Of nature. They have no idea how crucial that simple state of being alive is. Their nature is… friendlier. More alive—even as animals. Even the avian community can get gruesome.
I don’t care what you think or say. When you’ve endured centuries in this dark world, there comes a point when it’s no longer just a phase. No longer a game with outsiders. No more chances to reinvent yourself. There comes a day when you’re utterly and completely done. Finished. Time has taken its toll, and I am but a remnant. A hollow shell of former days. At the end of my tether. At my wit’s end.
You wake up in the morning—the actual morning you humans refer to, not my version—because you can’t fall back asleep. You’re a professional at running on autopilot. You’ve faked it so long you’ve made it… until you’ve done it all, been there, bought the T-shirt—and the ashtray.
I’ve reinvented myself. Moved across provinces, states—even centuries. I’ve spent at least $3,000 on U-Haul trucks and movers. And I knew the moment I first saw those four sixteen-year-olds that they would be the end of me, one way or another.
There was something about them that caught my attention, intrigued me enough not to just move on after they graduated secondary school. My dead heart screamed loud and clear during their first year at Niagara College to get away from them—all of them. But I’m stubborn. Bullheaded. Territorial. I wasn’t leaving.
Not even after I ran into him on campus. I could smell his particular scent—distinct, different from the rest of the wolves. They had no idea what he was capable of. -

I heard back from CT, the Placement Coordinator for Barrie, and I need to complete 125 hours. My schedule will be discussed directly with my host. Scrubs are dependent on the host’s preferences, and Lord, oh my, do I hope and pray they’re not strict about it. I’ve ordered grays, a green shade, dark gray, and black scrubs from Scrub Canada using the funding provided to me by Better Jobs Ontario.
Sadly, veterinarians are refusing placements for MOAs—that one stung a bit. CT has been cold calling places, and I give her lots and lots of props, prayers, and well wishes. Not only is she doing this, but she’s also enrolled in a hairstyling program at a sister college. That’s no small feat.
I’m currently working on filling out a form for Niagara Regional Sexual Health for an Unpaid Student Placement Request (Children’s Services).
My placement runs from August 4th to September 5th, and I’ve been told I’m there to learn and listen. But try telling that to my mind—it just spins and ping-pongs to twenty other thoughts and concerns. Thankfully, it’s only twenty things now; it used to be a far greater number.
