This thought brought to you by nearly 12 years of hardship, trials and tribulations and a ton of goofing up along the way and figuring shit out the hard way. Think about this one for a hot minute. Our social support system is critical to determining whether or not we keep on pushing through with goals and aspirations or if we give up. Do you really want it? Do you like the idea of wanting it? I’ll use my experience as an example, please let me know if you can relate…

I have spent so much time in my own space, developing my craft, fighting to be heard, struggling – really struggling. Some people, often closest to me have told me to give up. Others call me stubborn, or even just plain stupid. It’s not like that to me. It’s not a choice. I would rather wonder where my paycheque was and continue to make positive impact in the lives of others than go work for some company and build their dream. I truly don’t know what I’d be doing if I was not a catalyst for lifestyle change in others’ lives.

I’ve had a lot of time to think about the next thing, the next way to inspire to the masses, another promotional strategy to communicate my message …the list goes on and on… it’s really quite a thing for me. My overactive mind still sometimes gets the best of me and I find myself reeling these extravagant thoughts and dreams of creativity and purpose in so that it’s fuel to the fire. But at times, it goes unnoticed. Actually, I feel like most often it goes unnoticed. That’s okay though, except for when it crosses a certain line. I am human and emotions do play a role.

More often than not, I’m the butt of most insensitive jokes. What’s batshit crazy about that, is that the jokes come from people you wouldn’t expect. Just little shots from those on the sidelines, not really sure what I’m doing behind the scenes and clearly not in tune with how the words they speak may affect others around them.

“Will you pay me in exposure.”

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This is a real example from a real person in my life. A person I would have in the past called a friend. Harmless or not, the demeaning nature of this comment temporarily derailed my train from the tracks of my greater purpose. It was like a callous shot in the arm. A sting from a wasp. Albeit temporary, I’m not going to die (thank the heavens I learned this past summer that I’m not allergic to stings!) it still hurts like hell.


Because it’s from the perspective of an individual closer to me (although now that could be argued) than a random person. A person that knows (some of) my story and has seen my growth, seen my shortcomings and been there on the path for some of it. They were not alongside me shoulder to shoulder, but ironically enough I met this person and had a positive impact on their lifestyle. Typical me, years ago we met and  I provided my professional services to incorporate wellness into a lifestyle darkened by poor nutrition, alcoholism and inactivity, stress and so on and so forth…. So the comment itself bamboozles me. And feel free to use that word when given the opportunity this week. It’s under-utilized. Anyway, I know my value and was miffed by the lack of discretion. I felt like calling them out with something like:

“Hello, we got on so well because we learned from each other in times of critical need. Now you want to dismiss the work that I do because of whatever insecurities or predisposed commentary you have about my business practices…”

I did throw fire back, unapologetically – as this wasn’t the first time this individual made the exact same discerning comment. I laughed it off the first time, something like 6 months ago… but once the knife is in and turned a couple times around it’s hard to not take things personally… you know?

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However, today as I look back on it, I have let that shit go. It was not a personal attack against me. Who knows what the people around us are going through. They could be just reacting and projecting a story they have in their head about you. And that brings me finally, to my main point. Ta da! See? Full circle…

The people we hold closest to us in our personal lives have a story they’ve built up about us. So no matter what you accomplish professionally, no matter how much experience you gain in your field, you’ll always be “sonny”, “baby brother” or “one of the boys”, “daddy’s girl” the “party girl” or “wild child” or whoever you were to them when they met you.

You’ll only become a prophet once you leave your hometown.



Now, for those of you wondering what the heck I was getting flack on Facebook about anyway, I actually made a calling for an IT/Web design tech savvy person to bounce some ideas and see what they would recommend for a project I’ve been working at for a while; my new online store. I am prepared to hire the right person as web design, though I can do it – is not a great use of my time. I’d prefer to have someone much more in love with it and proficient to get it done right and with the same kind of passion as I bring to my clients.

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This is what the comment above was in response to… the backstory is that in our industry trades of services and “promises of fame” often act in lieu of monetary compensation. So I felt that comment delegitimized my credibility and assumes I wouldn’t flat out hire someone to do the job. Not the case at all. Se la vie… 

Turns out for the time being anyway I don’t need to hire anyone on. I was able to figure things out and get the coding done DIY style so now all of you can check out the products and services I offer to musicians, via remote coaching, webinars and soon to be released, E-Programs.

That’s right, I’ve got a few introductory exercise workout programs and stretch techniques that I’ve built and can’t wait to release to help people conveniently take care of themselves at home with proper instruction!

For now, online coaching services and free weekly webinars – if you’re interested in checking it out, please head to the MusicFit Collective New Online Store at


The first webinar is set to help explain what kind of exercises are best for you in The Musician’s Guide To Working Out and I’d love to see you there.

Until next time,

Namaste sweet!



Featured image by Joshua Alfaro on Unsplash


As some of you know, I have a passion towards affecting -for the positive- as many people within my circle of influence as possible. My skating career, the background cardiac story, my training career and life just in general has a lot to offer those who might be paying attention. In honour of my passion to provide aide and support, I feel obliged to help influence those that are listening by telling my story and my vast mistakes, victories, challenges and successes in the four year fight towards a pursuit of passion I started when the flip switched in my mind last year.
I’m now documenting my story for real. I’m writing a book. Each chapter representative of a certain theme I come across on this wild ride. I am very excited to share my experiences with anyone that is willing to pick up an autobiography-esque self-help, motivation/mindset theory dialogue. This is My Great Work. Add another piece to the four year puzzle.
Thanks for reading.

Work on your glute med recruitment the next time you’re on the slide board. Push. Single leg squat. Then fall through the push back with your hips. Spend time on each leg. Get comfy in the straights on one foot before you push back. Don’t short change the recovery foot. Don’t rush. Stop thinking. Just skate.
Things I’ll take home from tonight, coach.
Thank you.

We often have too much time to think. I experienced this yesterday whilst spinning for 3 hours, sub-aerobic capacity for training.

Self-doubt can be detrimental. Stick to your guns, don’t worry about the nay-sayers. Use their skepticism as fuel to your already hot, burning coals. I needed this yesterday. I have at times been guilty of going gun-ho at something but letting obstacles get in the way. Injuries, other people and their suggestions or opinions. Actually having read that and to admit that hurts me a little bit inside. But it’s true – and I am now able to recognize it coming on. This task of mine is bigger than just me. I am forever committed to seeing it through. Whatever that is – I’m not sure until I get there. But one thing I know for sure, no one is going to stop me. They’ll be there in the end, they’re just keeping me in check.

Use the yields along the way as a reminder to keep doing what you do. The stop signs are merely things you pass en route to achieving success. This is your road. Drive through the night.

No matter how hard your train, how much you focus on strategy, skill, coordination… No matter how many times you roll through the movements, excite the race in your mind and envision winning.
No amount of training can fully prepare you for the competition. Embrace the nerves. Go out and be.

Unfortunately I was hit with a nasty bout of Acute Bronchitis over the weekend and it’s kicking my ass today. Fortunately, I have the wherewithal to know when my body is jeopardized and when my state will negatively affect others around me. So, I was working from home basking in the Vitamin D Monday, pulled it together yesterday – felt great and then today the “bronx” laid in on me. More sunshine, research, rest, reflection and program design. Also, got to walk my cute pooch Maggle-Roo up to Sobeys for the sick day essentials – Mr. Noodles, coconut water and Cold FX.

So here’s my bit of the week:

Success is a very touchy subject. Some people (often unsuccessful in many ways) take great offence when they’re scrutinized on what deems to be successful. Oftentimes, these same people are the ones posting to their Instagram about how you need to “find a way” and “battle through the wars” in order to achieve success. Oftentimes, I want to scream at these same people to take heed their own advice.

Ironically enough, I’m writing this article on what exactly it is to have a level of success in life, but one of the major differences between this post and the next shared Instagram sweaty chick picture captioned “Find a Way!” is that I understand I am not successful. Yet.

I think most people aren’t. It’s like the saying “If you find yourself as the brightest person in the room, you’re standing in the wrong room…” Success to me doesn’t have an endpoint. I think if we say we are successful, we have given in to ever accomplishing more. We are content. Complacent. Non-inspirational. To me, that’s all bullshit. I don’t ever want to be deemed un-motivating or ever seen as anything but an inspiration to the folks I surround myself with and those who are following this story that I haven’t yet met. This whole reason I am doing this is based on the grounds of passion, inspiration and success and the pursuit of all of those!

But maybe that’s just me. I think a lot can be said about how a person seems find luck all the time. Ever stop and think that that person works harder than most? Creating opportunity that others sitting back on the sidelines waiting for things to happen, don’t. Hmm… food for thought.

Well now, how does this all fit in? Me. This story. This dream I have. Tall order, yes – I want to compete in a sport I’m brand new to at the highest level possible in a relatively short amount of time. I am not at all trying to downsize the amount of dedication, training, practice and ultimate passion the athletes I will be competing against (with any luck/hard work!) have put in. No, they are aspirations and motivation to make this dream reality. I hold so much respect for them. The Junio Gilmore’s, the Denny Morrison’s, the Catriona Le May Doan’s and Clara Hughes’. The Cindy Klassen’s. The Jeremy Wotherspoon’s. All of these folks in my new found community are the epitome of success. I want to follow their lead on passion and work my tail off in hopes of creating a little luck and inspire others to challenge their own limits. These superstar athletes have consistently proven to their peers through performance, attitude, and passion that success is what we make of it and we are all capable of creating that success. It starts with passion. 

And that brings me full circle to how I deem success. It’s a journey. Much like my journey of this 4-year dream, I envision success as consistently providing results, both on and off the ice. Delivering on the goals I set out to achieve. Working hard, to create that luck that incites success. End goal isn’t necessarily to skate for Canada. No, because life continues after that. There will be many success along that way. Who knows what’ll happen.

Focus on this: Go out and make things happen. Create opportunity for success. Do it as though you are not seeking financial, personal or any other sort of gain asides from the satisfaction of knowing that you accomplished the task at hand and then strive towards the next.

It all starts with passion. So what’s yours?

That my friends… that is success.