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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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Finding my “blogging niche”…

Every post I've ever read about setting up a blog starts with the same advice: "find your niche." This has always dissuaded me from regular writing because my brain simply refuses to focus on one niche. Just because today I'm hellbent on learning everything there is to know about pickling vegetables, doesn't mean that next… Continue reading Finding my “blogging niche”…

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Thank you, 2017!

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!

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The end of the countdown.

I did it again. I put so much imaginary pressure on myself to "escape" the cubicle within a certain time frame, that I began to loathe the process. Suddenly the 9-5 grind didn't seem like such a sucker deal anymore. It always comes down to the same problem: taking on too much at once, making… Continue reading The end of the countdown.

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T-minus 118 days: A slightly less vague semblance of an escape plan.

In case you weren't able to decipher my escape plan from my brilliant doodle, this is what I've got "figured out" so far... 1. Shit I know I have to do: Move out of Toronto (*insert gasp from anyone who knows me*) Embrace a more minimalist lifestyle 2. Shit I still need to figure out:… Continue reading T-minus 118 days: A slightly less vague semblance of an escape plan.

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T-minus 119 days: Goodbye, to-do lists!

I've always been a proponent of to-do lists as a way of organizing the seemingly endless number of tasks I've been dawdling on. The only problem is, to-do lists are sneaky. They provide you with the temporary illusion of getting shit done: Step 1, make a to-do list. Well, that took effort. I deserve the… Continue reading T-minus 119 days: Goodbye, to-do lists!