February 27th, 2012 in books i'm not writing, confession of the day, hello universe? I love you, help, i complain because I care, i think this would make her proud, is it weird this makes me cry?, it happened this week, it makes sense to me, jumping off bridges, just do what i say, just say yes, life lesson, something I won't forget, the J.O.B., the title says it all, things I don't say outloud, top 10, when i ask you to do things for me, when i say it anyway I drove home today with fingers itching to type this post. Ahh, so this is what it’s like to be inspired!
On a recent road trip, I listened to The Five Secrets You Must Discover Before You Die (STAY WITH ME, NOW) and it blew my mind in the way that only having someone articulate the things you already believe deep down inside but don’t know how to say does. The secrets are based on interviews with people who were nominated all across Canada and the United States due to the wisdom, happiness and contentment they displayed to those around …READ MORE
November 22nd, 2009 in AHHHHHHHHHHH!, confession of the day, hello universe? I love you, i should be a P.S.A., I sound drunk but I assure you I am not, it makes sense to me, jumping off bridges, learning, sometimes you just have to leap, the less i worry the happier i am, the world according to me Despite what movies and books tell you, there usually isn’t an ‘ah ha!’ moment. You won’t find yourself ironing your shirt and then suddenly decide to give up on routine, give in to what you want, let go of what you don’t need. No, no, it doesn’t work that way. It creeps on you, it seeps into your veins, nests deep inside your brain, takes up residence in your heart- and without warning or intention, you find yourself ready to leap for great big things and break out of the routine that you’ve called your LIFE.
Suddenly you think less …READ MORE
June 9th, 2008 in adventure, charm, disappointment, i love fragment sentences, i want this, jumping off bridges, love or something like it, men, relationships, so sappy it hurts, this is what happens when you listen to a sad song Sometimes I really do think I was born in the wrong era. I yearn to be a heroine in a Jane Austen novel. Fastened into a corset, wrapped up in yards of silk and a bonnet- clutching a finely written love letter from a lover on an adventure, but aching to return to me.
But I was born in the 80′s. Meaning, that the majority of my adult ‘love letters’ have come in the form of emails. I know this is partly my fault (I tend to email people before calling, or actually- gasp!- seeing them), but today while I …READ MORE
Last summer, Question Girl from Why ask why me? sent me a box full of books as a gift. It was such a nice and thoughtful surprise, and one that I am grateful for still. One of the first books I read in the box was “P.S. I love you” by Cecelia Ahern (who wrote the book at the ripe old age of 21- when I was 21 I was learning about keg stands, not penning a novel, this fact equally makes me proud and depressed), and although it was heavy on the schmaltz, I adored it.
The book has …READ MORE
December 19th, 2007 in a possible regret, confession of the day, disappointment, jumping off bridges, love or something like it, martinis make the world make sense, men, movies, oh dear, oh look! i have opinions., relationships, self improvement, single girl stories, tequila consequences, the world according to me, thinking, this is what happens when you listen to a sad song, this is where I grew up, vague is vogue, what i found when i went looking, when i say it anyway, when it doesn't go my way, youth I recently posted my performance review regarding my New Years Resolutions. It was mentioned in the comments that it must have been nice to have stuck with the blog for a year so I could track my goals. And I agreed it was. Which got me thinking, where else did I have written evidence that showed my goals or dreams, how close was I to something my younger self had wanted? How big had I let myself be in my future? Did I predict Britney Spears would turn 83 shades of crazy? What had I wished for deeply enough to …READ MORE
Peace.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this word lately. It’s been coming up in Christmas carols and is stamped on my holiday cards. My glossy magazines are encouraging me to find it in myself and Oprah raves of how it’s changed her life. We wish it upon others, in the hope they can find a content calmness and we admire those who’ve attained it (Yoda The Dali Lama, I’m talking to you) for themselves.
I’m a person who struggles with peace. I’m a woman who reviews my mistakes regularly. Reflection is my self-imposed torture device. I lay awake thinking …READ MORE
I got the job. I’m working on responding to your comments, emails, facebook messages all while trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to pack up everything in the next week. Thanks for your kind words, I think they defintely helped!
September 17th, 2007 in confession of the day, i may write about the west wing forever, i should be a P.S.A., jumping off bridges, learning, self improvement, single girl stories, teaching, thinking, work This past weekend was fantastic. I spent a rainy Sunday afternoon drinking tea and playing Scrabble in Starbucks (because yes, you can play Scrabble in Starbucks as long as you spend a ridiculous amount of money on peppermint tea, or as they call it at Starbucks, refresher tea). Saturday I went to the track and lost some money on the ponies. I wish I could tell you I was kidding, but I’m not and it was fantastic (the going to the track part, not the losing money part). And Saturday night I stumbled across an inexpensive line of clothing in a …READ MORE
Dear Self,
So you don’t have a teaching job. And that makes you feel like the kid who got picked last for dodgeball and then had his teammates curbstomp him because he missed the pass, then walked home (toothless and nursing a broken jaw) in the rain not wearing shoes only to find that his grandparents had died and all his worldly posessions had been given to his arch enemy.
In short, you are feeling low. Like, so low you that when you look up- you see topsoil.
That’s fine, everyone has a day like that. A DAY. Your streak of self-pity …READ MORE
March 7th, 2007 in adventure, blogs, books, confession of the day, jumping off bridges, lists, love or something like it, men, pirates, politics, school, secrets, sports, things, wasting time, work, youth I’m a big fan of conformity. In fact, I don’t think there is enough in the world. Too many people are trying to be original and that’s a shame. Conforming is comforting. I mean, show me a person who hasn’t had a good time following their friends off a bridge and I will show you a liar. Thus, when I started noticing every freaking blogger has listed a 100 things about them I jumped on the bandwagon (and off the metaphoric bridge).
Conforming- it’s just one more way to fit in.
1. I was born August 22nd, 1981- at …READ MORE
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