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!
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.
The last time I actively dated as an "adult" was when I was 19 – a time when anyone who dated online was still considered a social leper and my prefrontal cortex was still not yet fully developed. (Any day now, brain...any day.) Dating in your late 20s – after a decade of catapulting yourself… Continue reading The perils of modern dating.
In the spirit of lists, and my infinite love for them, here are some pearls of wisdom I managed to extract from getting drive-by dumped earlier this year. Wine is your friend. Choose your poison wisely; don't abuse it. But rest assured that a glass of Merlot will never kick your ass to the curb.… Continue reading 10 Things I’ve Learned From Getting Dumped.
Today marks the one-year anniversary of the night I met Mr. B, subsequently launching me into a transatlantic whirl-wind romance, culminating in the the shell-shock of dealing with the first heartbreak of my life. I haven't written for a while for various reasons. Reasons I've been mulling over and struggling with over the past few… Continue reading Happy Anniversary, asshole.
Today officially marks the six-month mark of Mr. B walking out of my life, leaving me buried in a mountain of snotty kleenex and shattered dreams. The past six months have been a mixed bag of highs and lows. I have drunk more merlot than any functioning human being with a day job should be… Continue reading The six-month mark.
As I triumphantly glide past the three-month mark of the complete and utter mindfuck (excuse my French, thesaurus.com failed me here) that turned me into a ramen-eating, merlot-chugging, internet-sobbing shell of a human being, I feel like I am in the position to finally impart some wisdom upon those who may be going through a similar… Continue reading The three-month mark: Tips for surviving a breakup.
During one of the the last few unsettling long-distance Skype calls with Mr. B, as I stressed about work/friends/family/whatever else was pissing me off on that given day, he asked me if I thought I had lost my joie de vivre. Out of all the conversations we ever had, this one consistently haunts me. Irrational… Continue reading Finding my “joie de vivre.”
...you must make the choice, to take the chance, if you want anything in life to change. After catching the red-eye home and begrudgingly re-entering reality (more on Vegas later, thank you for all the suggestions!), I got promoted at work. Pretty neat, n'est pas? Most people would be filled with excitement, or at least… Continue reading The three c’s in life: choice, chance, change…
As you read this, I am cruising at 30,000 feet up in the air, somewhere between Toronto and Las Vegas, most likely sipping a stiff gin and tonic, and discreetly enjoying a cheesy rom-com on the tiny screen in front of me. This idea came to fruition on a cold January night, as I exceeded… Continue reading Viva Las Vegas!