As part of my New Year's resolution of being impeccable with my word (to myself!), I committed to an alcohol-free January. Why subject myself to this torture, you ask? Well...after quite a boozy holiday December, I wanted to prove to myself that I don't need to drink wine to have a good time AND I… Continue reading A dry January update…
I've recently received two gifts that have quickly become the cornerstone of my morning routine: a vintage vinyl record player and an espresso machine. Every morning, I crawl out of bed 30 minutes earlier than usual, and stumble sleepily into my living room to strategically select a record from my quickly growing collection to set… Continue reading Slowing down automated living with rituals.
Every year I enthusiastically make a long list of resolutions that ends up crumpled up into a forgotten ball by the end of the February (sound familiar?). In the spirit of simplifying my life this year, I am making only two resolutions that encompass everything that I want to accomplish: Be impeccable with my word...to… Continue reading My two new year’s resolutions.
I recently re-read my entire blog from start to finish. It was a mixed bag of emotions: I ebbed from laughing at some of my more self-deprecating posts to feeling sorry for my former self, as I grappled with the experience of my first (but not last) utter mindfuck of a heartbreak. On December 31,… Continue reading Thank you, 2017!
My mother always warned me that my dirty mirrors were preventing real love from entering my life. I was skeptical. I was fairly certain it was my own lack of enthusiasm and general wariness that was preventing any of the lacklustre Tinder suitors from taking up permanent residence in my life. And then one day,… Continue reading The mental benefits of regular Windex(ing).
I would like to gracefully depart 2015 with a note for anyone who has recently had their heart broken. Things probably seem pretty fucking shitty right now. You may still be struggling to dig yourself out of a mound of snotty Kleenex – or perhaps you're not even pretending to try. Or maybe you are… Continue reading Goodbye, 2015.
I'm a compulsive researcher. Whenever faced with a dilemma, I turn to Google to impart its infinite wisdom onto me: How do I get over my douchebag ex-boyfriend? How many calories in a tub of Ben and Jerry's? When will my ovaries start shriveling up? WHEN, GOOGLE? WHEN!? Just kidding. Sort of. (P.S. Chunky Monkey… Continue reading Realization #1 – Diane Farr is a bad-ass bitch.