Gratitude. What's so special about it, how can we cultivate more of it in our lives and what does it have to do with a wicked case of diarrhea?
I'm kicking off a new video series on Badge of Awesome about overcoming obstacles in life. Here's the intro video for your viewing pleasure! Continue reading
You gotta love instant karma... Like this story? Then check out my book Misadventure Musings: Lessons learned from life’s awesome and absurd moments. Continue reading
Forget the Eiffel Tower: the most memorable parts of my trip to France were trying not to vomit on my host family and learning to choose my words carefully. Like this story? Then check out my book Misadventure Musings: Lessons learned from life’s awesome and absurd moments. Continue reading
In the spirit of this story, this week's Badge of Awesome goes to Caroline D. James for her article on Tiny Buddha "How High Expectations Can Lead to Disappointment, Depression, and Anxiety." Thanks for the inspiration, Caroline! Continue reading
Putting in extra effort to make an event or experience extra special is great. But sometimes -- like my disastrous attempt to find the PERFECT Christmas tree for my mom -- you can overdo it. Like this story? Then check out my book Misadventure Musings: Lessons learned from life's awesome and absurd moments. Continue reading
Like this story? Then check out my book Misadventure Musings: Lessons learned from life's awesome and absurd moments. Continue reading
We all like to think we're in control of our lives. But as I learned from a fellow cancer patient, luck is still very much part of the equation. “I’ll see you when you get out,” I said, shaking Frank’s hand. Part of me knew I was lying. I’m no doctor, but I had a strong hunch that I was shaking the hand of a dead man. I had lost a lot of weight following my bone marrow transplant. But Frank? Frank was positively skeletal. Continue reading
Perseverance and commitment are awesome. But as an ill-fated camping trip in March taught me, sometimes we just need to know when to quit. Continue reading
When an angry man in Alberta chastised my definition of work-life balance, I stared at him like a doofus with nothing to say in response. And as I discuss in my latest guest post on Tiny Buddha, it wasn't until I was half-way to Regina that I figured out what I should have said... Click here to read my article 10 Ways to Seize the Day and Achieve Greater Work-Life Balance. Continue reading
Growing up, boyhood and bad habits went hand-in-hand. No matter how hard my mother tried to steer us kids in the right direction, we seemed determined to return home for dinner muddy, bloody or both. Continue reading
Since my bone marrow transplant in 2008, my blood type has changed from A-Negative to O-Positive. That change has become a metaphor in my life about the importance of turning negative situations into something positive. In this guest blog on the website Wealthy Gorilla, I explore the benefits of a positive attitude in life and in business. Check out my post here! .
I had the privilege to write a guest post on one of my favourite life advice websites, Tiny Buddha. In this story, I talk about the "reasons to fight" list I made during my cancer treatment and what it taught me about enjoying life's simple pleasures. Check out my article here. .
I wouldn’t describe my mom and dad as helicopter parents. Partly because giving us a long leash was just their parenting style. Partly because with eight kids running around like a bunch of maniacs, you’d need a whole fleet of helicopters to keep track of us. Continue reading
“Kids these days.” It’s a familiar expression used to express disapproval of how far today’s youth have drifted from the virtuous and well-behaved ways of their elders. But you only need to hear a few stories from my dad about his ridiculous childhood shenanigans to see what a crock that is. Case in point: the fateful Christmas he got a BB gun. Continue reading
Farts. The butt of so many jokes. The joke of so many butts. Growing up, I firmly believed that flatulence was infinitely funny; that cranking one out and laughter went hand in hand. Always. But a winter camping trip with some friends proved I was wrong. Dead, stinking wrong. Emphasis on the stinking. Continue reading
In August 2013, my girlfriend Ashley and I loaded up my Hyundai Accent and struck out from Waterloo, Ontario on our way to Vancouver, British Columbia. We drove through the US on our journey west, and indeed, it was a very American experience. Continue reading
Whenever my extended family gets together you can usually count on three things: a lot of boxed wine, a lot of Euchre and a lot of jackassery. Our Easter celebration a couple years ago delivered on all three counts and included an activity that my Van Osch cousins came up with: the Blindfold Game. Continue reading
We’ve all heard the expression “I’m buried in work.” Of course, it’s usually meant figuratively. But there was this one time when I got to witness the literal application of this old adage. Continue reading
“With great power comes great responsibility.” – Voltaire (and Uncle Ben from Spiderman, of course) My eyes snapped open as I heard the low and menacing growl nearby. Even with my eyes as wide as they were, I couldn’t see much. It was late and our campfire was out. Though engulfed in darkness I could still tell that my brother Nicholas and cousin Adam, wrapped in their sleeping bags next to me, were awake now too. Continue reading
By Josh Martin
“My friends are my estate.” – Emily DickinsonWaterloo, Ontario—It’s ten-thirty at night and I’m hurtling down a deserted street inside a shopping cart, like some hobo torpedo. As my mobile, metal coffin rattles down the road at mach five I suddenly realize something—I’m an idiot. It had all started two minutes earlier when my “friend” Royce offered to push me to the local bar in a shopping cart. Royce and I lived together in university with four other buddies in a dump of a student house on Marshall Street, a few blocks from the bar we were headed to. Never one to pass up a free ride, I accepted the shopping cart offer without a second thought. I sat in the shopping cart facing forward and cheered Royce on as he pushed me faster and faster down the darkened street. Before long, my courage faltered. “OK, Royce!” I yelled over the clatter of the rattling shopping cart. “Slow down!... Slow down, Royce!... ROYCE!?” The cart showed no signs of slowing down. I risked a glance over my shoulder to sternly insist that my good and trusted friend stop the cart immediately. Unfortunately, my good and trusted friend was now twenty yards behind me with a stupid grin on his face. He had let go of the cart and sent me hurtling into the night. Turning forward once again I realized that I was drifting to the right. To my horror I found myself heading straight for a fire hydrant. I vainly attempted to extricate myself from my impending doom. But leaping from a speeding shopping cart is more difficult then you might imagine. I crashed squarely into the hydrant and was launched from the cart as if from a catapult. I flipped head over heels, cleared the fire hydrant and landed on my back in the grass on the other side with a dull thud. Yup, I thought to myself. I'm an idiot.