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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.

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Why do we blog?

I recently decided to look up an old friend I had lost touch with to see what she was up to. Upon going down the google search rabbit hole, I stumbled upon a highschool Livejournal of mine. As I sifted through the barrage of teenage angst, emo lyrics and general mean teen girl bravado, I… Continue reading Why do we blog?

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Real life vs. Instagram life

In this culture of shiny Instagram feeds of girl bosses building empires off of duck-face selfies and thigh gaps, the slew of irritatingly chiseled Beach Body coaches "keepin' it real"  with abs that could grate cheese and the infallibly stylish wanderlust millennials with seemingly unlimited trust funds spewing their first-world privilege motivational quotes, it is… Continue reading Real life vs. Instagram life

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T-minus 120 days: A brief summary of days 1-10.

It is hard to believe that I made the decision to escape the cube of doom a mere 10 days ago, because so much has happened since then. Well, to be fair, days 1-5 were really just a combination of me manically scribbling down every half-baked idea that came to mind, frantically checking bank accounts… Continue reading T-minus 120 days: A brief summary of days 1-10.

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T-minus 124 days: Have to vs. get to…

So many times over the last week I've caught myself in a steady stream of  begrudging "I have tos." I have to get up early and work on my blog/business plan/course work/job search. I have to go to work in 15 minutes. I have to come home and read the stack of books on my… Continue reading T-minus 124 days: Have to vs. get to…

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T-minus 125 days: Serenity now…

Current mood: Frank Costanza, Episode 159, Seinfeld. Not a Seinfeld fan? We can't be friends. The first few days after I decided to quit my job I felt...zen. Work bullshit could not touch me. "Oh, you want that last-minute PowerPoint deck done in 30 minutes? Sure thing, sir. Not a problem. Happy to help!" I took… Continue reading T-minus 125 days: Serenity now…

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T-minus 126 days: When the going gets tough…

...I usually give up and concede to another few months of cubicle life until I get so sick of water cooler chit-chat again that I come up with another seemingly-awesome idea which I inevitably give up on and so on. You get the point. So what's different this time? Beyond the giant pile of self-help… Continue reading T-minus 126 days: When the going gets tough…

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T-minus 127 days: What does freedom mean to you?

A few short years ago, my idea of freedom would have been similar to Adam's: the ability to strap on a backpack and travel the world. Today, my idea of freedom has more defined roots: a career I am passionate about with unlimited income potential; the ability to support my hypothetical future family. A home… Continue reading T-minus 127 days: What does freedom mean to you?