Today is my first of many Mondays off.

It’s been a quiet day, a day to be introspective and scrub my soul.

I’ve been reading Brene Brown’s Daring Greatly and, like any great book, it hit a nerve.

It forced me to temporarily push passed my vulnerability and my perfectionism and roll out my yoga mat for the first time in seven months.

So here I am… in sweats, au naturel, growing belly and all. Vulnerable but joyous.


“Because true belonging only happens when we present our authentic, imperfect selves to the world…” ~ Brene Brown


gen Y

Okay Gen Y, read this:  why generation y yuppies are unhappy

I’m a Gen Y yuppie and I must say, it’s pretty bang on. Most of the professional development conversations I have had with myself have sounded like this:


So many of us are unhappy not quite happy and it’s because we keep chasing the extraordinary. There’s nothing wrong with “following your bliss” – I have a soft spot for Joseph Campbell myself – but many of us think our bliss has to be something dramatic or complicated. It doesn’t, not at all.

One of my favourite scenes from Peaceful Warrior is when Millman asks Nick Nolte’s character why, if he’s so philosophical and enlightened, he works at a gas station. Nolte’s response: “This is a service station. We offer service. There’s no higher purpose.

Maybe you don’t need to find your bliss but instead, build it. Maybe the extraordinary isn’t something you have chase because maybe, just maybe, there are no ordinary moments.


P.S. It helps to work hard.

P.P.S. I still believe in unicorns.


yes, i said GREAT!

Okay, I’ll admit it. It’s not easy to be this honest, but here goes…

How am I doing these days? GREAT! That’s right, I said GREAT… bad grammar and all. 

When I give that answer, I tend to get a furrowed brow in response. After the momentary confusion, this question inevitably follows: “oh, cool, why so great?”

Here’s why:

  • I love my family and my friends.
  • I love my job and do it well.
  • I love my city and walking around it.
  • I love spring, even the rainy days.
  • I love pink shirts and “gum-boots”.
  • I love coffee, chocolate and red wine.
  • I love brunch dates and yoga. 
  • I love Justified.
  • I can appreciate that the occasional bad day is absolutely necessary.
  • etc.


Happy weekend!


10 reasons…


10 reasons why it was definitely worth getting out of bed this morning:

  1. Sun is shining. The weather is sweet.
  2. Brisk morning walks to shake off the cobwebs. 
  3. Cobweb-shake-off walks to procure delicious croissants and almond mylk lattes from Hula Girl
  4. Cobwebs are from a night filled with friends, family, great food (Playa Cabana is a must!), and music (Lusine at CMW). 
  5. New friends who I adore and who teach me so much about life (thx Bubbs). 
  6. It’s one of my bestest friend’s 30th today. She’s awesome. She plays the trumpet and the piano and all sorts of other instruments.  I adore her. 
  7. Bonobo and Erykah Badu on one track… is this for real?!
  8. My blunnies have finally moulded perfectly to my feet.
  9. Croissants delivered to a happy family. 
  10. It’s Sunday. It’s quiet. There’s still so much day ahead!


Happy Sunday!



The Monday evening commute always seems to be a dreary one. In the morning, everyone looks like they’re still buzzing off the weekend… or they’re asleep. On the way home, they look utterly miserable. One day in and four more to go, it’s dreary indeed.

I like to smile just to mess with people. 🙂

Quietly observing these somber faces, I couldn’t help but think about how many stories there were aboard my one subway car. 

We all have a story, or two, or three. Here’s a bit about my story.  

But how much of your story is just in your head? How much are you perpetuating by holding onto it? And, most importantly, who would you be without your story?

Monday has a story, but I’d like to give it a new one. Each and every Monday is wonderful because it is a day you’ll never have again. 



I found myself in a cafe yesterday, drinking a delicious Americano and eating a scrumptious brownie, waiting for one of my best good friends, contemplating life in my journal. 

I do this often.

I wrote these words, “I love my life. I truly and utterly love my life. It’s strange, this contentment, and the silence that is left after the panic to fix things disappears.”

And then a nervousness crept in – what if I lose all of this?

This reaction is a product of a lot that has happened in my life and I think, on some level, it’s natural. We all fear change. And, like it or not, we could lose it all at any moment – we could lose our jobs, lose our partners, get sick. The bottom can drop out and we can’t control how or when.

So what’s left? What do we do?

Simple: cherish every single moment. Accept its fleetingness and give it an extra squeeze of love.

Love every morsel of your life.