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 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.
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.
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.
During one of the the last few unsettling long-distance Skype calls with Mr. B, as I stressed about work/friends/family/whatever else was pissing me off on that given day, he asked me if I thought I had lost my joie de vivre. Out of all the conversations we ever had, this one consistently haunts me. Irrational… Continue reading Finding my “joie de vivre.”
...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…
As you read this, I am cruising at 30,000 feet up in the air, somewhere between Toronto and Las Vegas, most likely sipping a stiff gin and tonic, and discreetly enjoying a cheesy rom-com on the tiny screen in front of me. This idea came to fruition on a cold January night, as I exceeded… Continue reading Viva Las Vegas!
It's been 15 days since my last post – the longest I've not contributed to my blog since its humble inception. I've allowed myself to snowball into an all-encompassing horrible mood, where I just sit around in my underwear, eat deep-dish pizza and shake my fist at my Christmas tree in disdain, as its twinkling… Continue reading Debbie Downer Days.
I'd been inexplicably dreading Valentine's Day. Which is strange, because I've never been a dozen roses/box of chocolates/grand sweeping romantic gestures kind of gal. Way to my heart? A bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin and a large pizza (none of that heart-shaped pizza crap, just load on the cheese and bacon!). I'm a classy woman… Continue reading Me – 1, Valentine’s Day – 0
During one particularly aggressive pinning spree of Chris Evans' biceps on my favourite social media time suck, I stumbled across the following quote: "Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." - Buddha Alright, Buddha. I see… Continue reading Must I forgive? Can’t I just forget?