beginning to slip back into a mundane routine where i don’t feel creative or inspired so i turned to a couple of sources that usually get my mind racing. some of those thoughts follow: leonard cohen. one of my favourite Canadian writers. a legend in his own right – poetically, literary and musically. it’s the…
the next phase.
today i had this grand thought of how i want to develop the next phase of my life, how i want to spend my days, how i want to embrace the time that seems to pass ever so qucikly…..a day that starts with a freshly made latte – pursuing international headlines and becoming aware of what…
my happy song.
i feel it all by feist. “i will be the one to break my heart….i know more than i knew before…i didn’t rest, i didn’t stop….i love you more…i don’t know what i knew before…but now i know i want to win the war” let’s face it, feist rocks. beautiful, ecletic and trailblazing. …
a fish out of water.
i am struggling to figure out if i fit in with Australia. it has been six months, my love affair with Melbourne becoming bittersweet. still fascinated by what the city is teaching me yet somehow mildly frustrated by my inability to really feel embraced. i have been told that i am “too full on”, intense…
a wedgie moment.
from a friend that taught me that a good friend is like a wedgie – it feels good when you pick one: i am so proud of how strong you are and how much you know what you want or at least following your heart when you’re not sure what it is you want and…
one of those days.
today was on of those day when a series of small – yet significant – happenings make me relinquish any fear or sadness i have been holding onto: a drawing in the mail from my niece that says “i love you” a late night phone call from my grandmother to say “how are you” a…
a little lighter.
after an unwanted but very necessary breakup i woke up this morning with my head a little clearer and my heart a little lighter. i poured out any lingering heartbreak with a couple of notes home to a few darlings that i knew would understand my rambling sentiment and with some inspiring, insightful responses i…
enter the viking.
spent a lovely afternoon sitting in a coffee shop for 6 hours enjoying the company of HS, a swedish girl whom i met at work. within a couple of weeks of knowing her and some coffee breaks in the avro i just knew that she was one of those “friends at first sight”. simply laughing and exchanging stores i didn’t realize…
breakfast at tiffany’s.
it was in breakfast at tiffany’s where i read that you love the person that gives you confidence. you love this person because they instill in you an aura of esteem, a humble humility that perhaps before you didn’t know existed. or merely due to the fact that it was hidden beneath a layer of insecurity, just…
doubts.
i am starting to wonder if i am on this endless, unrealistic hunt for happiness – this rare, knock the wind out of me, dizzy spell of absolute joy. and for some reason the missing link is love. i have an adoring family, the most caring, dependable friends. i love life and everyday i have…
static confusion. 