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!
...but not everything. And that is where the trouble begins (or rather, never starts). As the years pass, the more I realize that I must let go of ghost ships of lives not lived; paths not taken. In my attempt to not commit any mistakes, I stand at the precipice of the multi-faceted person I… Continue reading I can do anything…
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.
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.
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.
...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…