I don’t miss sugar, I don’t. Nor carbs, or eating out. I just miss the time I wasted thinking I didn’t have it in me to do something this extreme. But here we are.
would you push restart?
I don’t need an emotional bellhop. I carry my own baggage.
this coffee tastes like crap.
If this works, if my committed loyalty to staying accountable to myself, this new way of eating, and remembering that I could be staving off heart or stroke in my later years – then let’s go.
Exactly What You Need
You can choose to go to bed early, opt out of that gathering, take another day to do the laundry, buy your meal through the drive-thru, spend time at the spa/salon/massage clinic and do it without guilt, or sin.
to plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow – audrey hepburn
“I bought you a tree,” he said simply.
dIvOrCe Remorse?
And finally – after the dust settles – how do I come to terms with saying goodbye to the person I once told myself I’d die for?
she wore an itsy bitsy, teeny weenie, vintage cherry pop bikini
However, same goes if I was at the beach. I wore this two-piece all last summer. From New Brunswick, to the Picton shoreline. Swimming, is swimming, is swimming, is swimming. Less you dive in with your clothes on, I suggest you look away.
the unwitting face on the shadow of society
We, as a society. We, as spectators. We, as the collective. We, as those who read the stories, hear the rumours, watch the news wheels. We have an opportunity to speak up, speak out.
but where is the follow-through?
And where I am? Among the reeds of big ideas and little follow-through. It sometimes reeks like a metaphor for my life.
how sunscreen became the only grad advice I ever needed
You are a part of history.
You have graduated in a historical year of triumph, of uncertainty, of revolution.
You are an integral cog in the wheelhouse of a generation who are narrating what we will read in our history books, and teach the children who come after you.
