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Life interrupted.

I wince thinking back to last week, sitting in my solarium, clinking wine glasses with Mr. J, thinking to myself that life has never been this happy or good or fucking easy. Infinite possibilities stretched out before me; a safety net of love and support lay beneath me. I see my aunt's message come through… Continue reading Life interrupted.

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Cause my momma said so.

I've had a perma smile plastered on my face for the majority of the last 24 hours. But as colleagues' emails began to trickle in as the news leaked that I was quitting to pursue a "personal endeavour," my feelings of unadulterated joy were punctured by brief moments of panic: "You're quitting your job? Wow.… Continue reading Cause my momma said so.

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Self-entitlement vs. self-growth.

The night before the phone interview, I began to rationalize taking on a new role (a promotion!) at the conglomerate: This would be more money that I could put away and then really take the time to build a business when I'm more financially set! Maybe it isn't corporate life that is so bad, maybe… Continue reading Self-entitlement vs. self-growth.

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The golden opportunity.

The week of hell raged on...my inbox groaned and froze frequently due to the constant stream of emails, my caffeine intake tripled and my nails were now non-existent (and my only source of sustenance between meetings). But through it all, a small smile remained on my face, assured and confident that I was ready to… Continue reading The golden opportunity.

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The problem with “okay.”

As you may already know from previous posts, I work for a large nameless corporate conglomerate, affectionately referred to as the salt mine. The thing about my job is that it's very steady, it pays well and for the most part...it's okay. The problem with "okay" is that it breeds complacency. Things aren't good enough… Continue reading The problem with “okay.”

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Confessions of a complacent cog.

After the brief spurt last November where I vowed to quit my job over a period of 130 days, a few key things happened: 1. I moved out of the concrete jungle and into a much smaller "up-and-coming" city with Mr. J (cutting down my living expenses in half for a loft that makes my… Continue reading Confessions of a complacent cog.

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The magic of saying things out loud.

Day 6 of my sinus infection...please send chicken soup and trashy magazines to: Mucus Blob Girl Shoebox Condo The Tundra aka. Canada When I went to see my doctor to get antibiotics, I mentioned that I had dropped by my work to "show face" aka. stop the squawking cubicle hens from spreading rumours about me… Continue reading The magic of saying things out loud.

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A dry January update…

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…

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Slowing down automated living with rituals.

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.