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.
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.
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?
...and in the "Career aspirations" section of my biography, one word glares back at me from the glossy page: Princess. Well then. No wonder I'm feeling so horribly unfulfilled.
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).