Never Too Old, or Pregnant… To Go Back To School.

Many of my followers know I am constantly trying new things in order to continue personal growth, and also so that I can hopefully inspire those around me that it’s never too late. It will be hard and unnerving as an adult but it’s never too late.

People think I am brave for trying new things but it’s actually the opposite quality that motivates me. It’s fear that drives me to not stay stagnant.

One shameful memory that I often look back on as a strong lesson learned is when I was 20 or 21 years old. I really wanted to take dance lessons, so I signed up for a hip hop class in Vancouver. I registered and paid for it, but when the first day came closer, I became afraid, intimidated and started to doubt myself.

I started to worry about how many people would be in the class and what if I sucked and how far the bike ride was to get there. In the end. I didn’t go. Not even one class.

It was one of the most upsetting choices in my life I have ever made.

Since then I use that incident as a reminder to pony up and never do that again. The fear of failing myself and failing those around me as someone who does what she says she will do but doesn’t do it ? Ugh. Terrible.

This is always why periodically I try new things out of my comfort zone so I don’t ever get into that “it’s been too long , I can’t,” mindset.

With that in mind, I have recently started a new night course, Comic and Graphic Novel Writing. It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for several years now, but it’s not something that gets offered very often.

Now that I am getting close to pushing out a baby from my belly, I searched online again for a graphic novel course and lo and behold I found one that’s one day a week, for 6 weeks. Just in time for baby!

Once again as the start day drew close, I nervous and anxious. I was confused by the new online technology for accessing resources and materials. I had no clue what half the art supplies were on the “required list,” and that was a stressful ordeal trying to find things. Don’t even get me started on the run around I got from trying to create a Log – In. I’m so outdated.

I felt like a complete dud. Everyone in the class was going to be some sort of artist and pursuing a possible profession in graphic novel writing, whereas here I was, pregnant, out of my league and potentially terrible at drawing.

I mean I dabble in drawing but it’s not something I have spent enough time and experience in to be very good at. Once again I was starting to feel moments of inadequacies.

Then I remembered those missed hip hop classes. I packed up what “required supplies,” I could figure out, my snack bag and waddled my way into Room 1150 at Mount Royal University. Of course being a keener, I was first to arrive.

Here it goes. Melba is going to learn how to create graphic novel. Today’s lesson? The most important thing about life is REALLY all about showing up. Everything else will fall into place.

The Hatchelorette Day 4: Secret Hotsprings and Reflection Time.

My Hatchelorette road trip was designed with the intent to take some time for myself before my first Little Human arrived. I’m 8months pregnant, and I know that this will be the last time I get to travel by myself Continue reading

The Hatchelorette Day 3: Lesson 3 Take the Road Less Travelled.

Lesson 3: Take the Road Less Travelled

One of the most challenging things in life is experiencing disappointment. Often times we are faced with unforeseen obstacles, roadblocks and things that don’t quite go as planned.

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The Hatchelorette: a Pregnant Journey. Lesson 2.

Lesson 2: Be Patient and Value Friendships

I was lucky enough to get to spend the day with Mark and Emma, for some reason they decided a day with a pregnant lady was going to be more fun than skiing. Continue reading

The Hatchelorette Day 1 : The Long Haul. Lesson 1 – Be Enduring.

Like most rites of passages there always requires a few challenges to overcome. For my Hatchelorette it’s the driving. Over the next 5 days I will endure over 3000km of open road as 8months of pregnancy hormones surge through me. My hips, pelvis, pubis and just everything have begun opening many months before and long stretches of sitting are no easy feat.

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The Hatchelorette Part 1: Celebrating the Woman Who Was, Is and Will Be.

For as long as humans can remember, there has always been this reoccurring need to find oneself. To seek out our purpose, passion and identity. I have discovered from a young age that for myself the best way to learn and grow is to expose yourself to experiences that require you to solve things independently.

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The Pie That Changed My Life: Homemade Banana Cream Pie

I have never had much of a sweet tooth and though I love baking I usually only indulge in a bite or two of whatever I make. The most unfortunate thing about my experience with pies, is that I didn’t really like pies until my early 20’s. Continue reading

To Grow is to Accept Imperfection. Life Lessons from a Quilt.

The last few months I’ve been slowing down my activity level, due to a human brewing inside me. Instead of hitting up the climbing gym or going on big day trips I’ve been downsizing my adventure days and incorporating more handmade homemade days. Continue reading

When Life Pops Your Knee… Make Lemonade.


I’ve never been good with remembering idioms but as long as you’re picking up what I’m putting down then it doesn’t really matter.

Three weeks ago my knee went “pop” when I landed a tiny jump from setting a volleyball. I remember contacting the ball, hearing the pop, thinking “omg my knee is dislocated,” and then curling into a fetal position clutching my right knee trying to force myself to breath but not being able to. 

I remember hearing voices far away “are you okay?” “What happened?” “Can you move?” It seemed liked an enternity before my head stopped spinning and for me to realize I was holding my breath. 

My team mate Mel assessed my knee and being experienced in orthopedics she quickly informed me it wasn’t looking good. 


I booked an appointment the next day to the Acute Knee Injury Clinic and then went straight to my family physician to prescribe me radiographs and an ultrasound.  Initially it seemed it may have been a minor tear and my heart was happy.

A week later at my Acute Knee assessment I was informed that it was confirmed as a full anterior cruciate ligament tear. 

“What?” 

I don’t think I heard her correctly. She said the MCL and LCL looked great and then she said something about something. 

“How do you know? Do I need an MRI?” 

“No you don’t need an MRI because we knows it’s fully severed.”

I don’t know why but I’m pretty sure my eyes started tearing up. All the hopes and dreams of the summer … climbing…. paddling … surfing, seemed to collapse around my little heart and squeeze.

I gritted my teeth, shifted my jaw and tried to absorb this new intel. 

I asked what was next. What the expected healing process was and how long. 

Apparently many people including athletes can continue life without an ACL as long as they wear a brace whenever they are engaging in sports. Some people choose to have the surgery and it could take 3-9months for surgery and up to year to fully heal. 

You can imagine what was going on in my brain. Math. I was mathing out the next 2 years of my life.  3 months to heal from this initial tear. Then surgery. Then  healing all over again. 

Over the years I’ve trained myself to better deal with obstacles thrown in my face. I give myself time to absorb and process the information, grieve and then onwards and upwards.


The first week and a half I spent elevating, icingy knee and taking anti inflammatories. I ordered a K2 Comfortlite custom knee brace immediately, which arrived a few days later.


The second week I began to increase mobility with the assistance of a hiking pole and resumed playing discgolf. I went back to work. No word of a lie I think disc golf helped expedite the rehabilitation of my knee. Low impact activities to promote mobility. It’s easy to want to stay in bed and feel sorry for yourself but the stiffness that follows is what is truly debilatating.

Now in the third week, I’ve begun to climb easy routes, hike short easy to moderate terrain and continue disc golfing. My followup appointment to see my progress and initiate a consultation for surgery will be happening in the next couple days. 


I’m more motivated now to actively develop my leg muscles and push hard to strengthen my legs before my upcoming surgery, and also so I can climb and paddle this year. If all goes well I’ll have surgery booked for the late fall of 2017 and I’ll spend all my off time making chalk bags and painting

All in all for those going through the same thing, I want you to know yes, it sucks but if you want it bad enough you can get back to where you were before and maybe even become stronger than ever. 32 is going to be the most epic ACLrecovery year ever. 

Follow me on Instagram @Melba_Seto and Facebook @MelbasToast.com to see what someone without an ACL can accomplish. 

YOU Have To Be the Source Of Your Inspiration. 

I just ran 7km off the couch and didn’t die. 


Often times we look to others to inspire us, push us, challenge us. Though it’s important to use others as a nitro boost, the most important place to look is in yourselves. 

I’ve been raised to compare myself to those around me. People who are smarter, taller, stronger. Where did it get me? Well for a long time it cultivated a creature who was low self confident, insecure and unsure. 

Somewhere along the way the real me emerged and I started comparing, myself  to myself and things began to change.

When I do things now, I work to outdo myself and in doing so I am solely accountable for my successes and failures. 

When we compare ourselves to someone else we can then easily make excuses for why we didn’t succced. “Oh well he can run farther because he’s a guy.” Or “they’ve trained their whole life to play sports.” 

Today I ran – like an old lady turtle – 7km.  My only goal was to get outside. Get to the next tree, the next bench, the next Canadian goose.

” Can’t Rush This. “

Shuffle step shuffle step. On more than one occasion starting from leaving work I was making excuses “ugh it’s getting late.” “I’m hungry.” 

When I parked the car at Edworthy Park I looked around and thought one thing at a time. 

I put on my heart rate monitor. I strapped my knee stabilizers. I filled my little hip water bottles.

I started to walk towards the trail. Set my playlist. Turned on my heart rate monitor. Took a breath. Here we go. 

The first 100m. Ugh I’m so awkward, my breathing is off. My legs hurt.  Then I would take a moment and look around. A train passed. I watched it and smiled. “I love trains.”

Shuffle step shuffle step. One step at a time. 

It’s a lot like life. When you look at the whole picture, we get overwhelmed. Work, bills, life, success. If we just try to look at one thing at a time, just the things in front of us. Time will pass, things will get done and before you know it your knees no longer hurt. Your breathing is steady, the world is less scary and 7km seems like something totally doable.

I only had myself to compete with and whether I finished or not I’m just happy I make the effort to show up. However since I DID finish!! I now have something to look to when I need to inspire myself. 

Now. I eat.