Acts of LOVE

Sometimes, your sexylicious life can throw you an unexpected curve ball. Or maybe it throws a pitch at you so fast and so outa whack, that you hardly have time to think,“Holy shit, that thing is coming right for me!” and it’s everything you can do to just dive out of the way of the ball that is speeding at you, looking to take you out. You dive for cover, but the little bastard hits you anyway.

Ouch. That’s going leave a mark.

Now, not only do you have to worry about the bruising and swelling… but you have the mind chatter of, “What the f#ck was that!? That pitch was awful! I was only playing for fun! Why would she pitch it at me like that!? I didn’t sign up for the major leagues… what a bitch.”

Apparently, that can be life. Things barrel at us with speed and force, that we don’t always see coming. These shit disturbers can knock us on our ass, or completely knock us out cold. Then when we come to, we get to deal with the aftermath, the clean up and a new way of how things will be done from there on in. And what does life do, after it shakes your world life a snow globe? It just carries on. It doesn’t pause for you to collect your bearings, recruit a helpful team or devise a clean up plan. It just marches on.

Recently, my best friend Deirdre had a nasty curve ball thrown at her. She was diagnosed with Cancer.

The details, at this time, I am choosing not to share. It is what it is, and so we suit up and prepare for battle. When I first found out, the tricky part of this situation for me was that Deirdre and I hadn’t lived in the same city for roughly a year… meaning I couldn’t just drive over to her house and give her the massive hug and kiss that I wanted to. I had my phone, and my computer to send my love with and that was it.

“Screw this,” I thought. Why would I stay where I was, when all I want to do was be there with her as she went through this?

So, I packed up my car, drove 10 hours from the cold snowy prairies of Alberta to the the Vancouver lower mainland to be with my girl.

People said, “That is an amazing act of love. You are so incredible for giving up everything and moving out to be with her.”

It’s strange, to me, for that to be an amazing act of love. In my eyes, it sorta seems like a no brainer. Wouldn’t you go where you A) are needed, but also, B) wanted to go? Of course I am going to be here with her; there is nowhere else on earth I would be. She is my best friend. It only makes sense to me. When she goes to war, I go with her.

If a job ever comes before my best friend… if a house/condo is ever chosen over a best friend… if money, comfort zones, and predictability take priority over a best friend, then a reevaluation of that relationship would be in order. Not only of that friendship, but a reevaluation of ones self, as well. Take a look at what you stand for in your sexylicious life… what is important to you? Is what you claim as important to you, being reflected in your life?

I will admit flat out, I am scared. Are you kidding? Of course I am. This is terrifying. And being brave sucks ass sometimes. But would I have it any other way? Would I be able to live with myself, happily and peacefully, in Alberta while my best friend, my soul mate, my sister from another mister was in the fight for her life, and I voluntarily chose not to be there with her? I wouldn’t be able to live with that. I had but one option. Get my ass out to be with her.

I am incredibly blessed with an amazingly supportive family, helping this fast change take place. Not only did my parents pitch in financially, but they are also taking care of my little pup Danger, as well as my little condo while I am away. They have obviously sacrificed as well. My “amazing acts” wouldn’t be able to happen so quickly and with such ease, if it weren’t for their amazing acts. For them, I am eternally grateful.

I have to ask you my friends, please keep some sexylicious positive thoughts flowing for my girl. We love them and thank you for them… and know that every little bit helps. And, just as importantly, as you carry on with your day-to-day  sexylicious life, make sure you are living it in a way that reflects what you claim and believe is important to you.

Sending and receiving love,



  1. Think about you two all the time – hoping these lows will be less and less, and the highs will begin to show. Always, love coming to you both 🙂

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