Sunday afternoon. Waking up late, I sit down at the kitchen table and open my laptop. To the left of me are fresh cut daisies (My favourite flower) from the local farmers market, and to the right I have the stacks of books and plays that need to be read for class. With the scent…
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Balance is the key (Money is the result).
Laying in bed with my Andy on a quiet Saturday evening. For those who do not know, Andy is my dog. A hound, husky mix who is the holder of my love. With a lost voice, and a dreadful cough, I decided to head into my homeland of Mississauga to have a weekend of relaxation….
Typescript & Lindsay.
Sitting down at my typewriter, I begin to write. With every letter, the click of each key acts as a sense of tranquility. I will never have a complaint towards an apple laptop, but nothing will beat the primal and beautiful sounds of an aged typewriter. As I spend the week engaging in a new…
Emotional Prenup & The search for a great latte.
Spending the afternoon in the local coffee shop, Nat and I sit at our usual table with our laptops and cups of extra large coffee. Coming here to write and to drink the overpriced coffee, I sit back letting the words flow, and think of “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of great coffee”. Throughout this…
WWCD – The shepherd follows the herd
Stepping out onto the snow covered streets of Toronto; I attempt to navigate my way down the wet and icy sidewalk without falling. With my brogues acting as skis opposed to shoes, I trek down the slippery slope of Yonge Street on my way home. The year is now 2015. Looking around me at the…
Out.
Christmas Eve. One bottle of wine, and four episodes of Sex and the City, my mother and I lay on the couch until the wee hours of the morning. I have never been fond of Christmas. With the corporate consumerism and the ridiculous amounts of money spent on gifts, the whole thing seems utterly preposterous….
Morning Wood & Red Wine.
Sleepy eyes and red wine soaked dreams, I wake up and see the early morning sunshine beam through my blinds. Sitting up in my bed I stretch out my aching feet and attempt to regain consciousness. Walking over to the brightly lit window, I open the curtains and I see the blanket of a freshly…
My Personal Mirkwood: Dealing with first encounters.
Sitting on the mezzanine of a local coffee shop, I look down at the coffee lovers below. With aged white brick all around me, and industrial piping covering the ceiling, I take note of the aged décor and the smell of coffee beans. From the center of the coffee shop hangs a large, aged chandelier…
Hamlet, Him, Americano and an empty bed.
December 7th. Christmas is almost here. Due to my impending exams, I decided to make the trip to Narnia and stay with my mum. Too much distraction in Toronto. As I lay on the couch pretending to study, I watch two of my favourite films: “The Holiday” and “Four Weddings and a Funeral”. Procrastination at…
Bound2
Boundaries are fences that hold us back as individuals. We all create boundaries, for without them there would be no sense of ownership or privacy. What happens if we break a boundary, or how do we actually know if we are overstepping and on the shaky path to crossing the border line between safety. I…
Hot mess with an emphasis on the mess.
Do you ever feel as if you have completely and positively lost your marbles? For a good 18 minutes I was pacing back and forth in front of my condo whilst on the phone with Witt ranting about and over analyzing such minuscule details of my life. I am stuck in a hallway full of…
Listen with your eyes.
Listen with your eyes and you will hear all. Within our young lives we are given plenty of opportunities to listen; but it is not until we learn to see with our eyes that we are opened to the truth. A train in which we are all capable of, yet very few have is the…
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