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I've been away for a bit - busy at work, busy in life, trying to get it all together.
Nonetheless I was chastized for falling off my game. So I'll try to keep it together. I was encouraged by the show "I'm a celebrity - get me out of here!" when basketball player John Salley said about Spencer Pratt, "I respect his hustle"… Spencer should not be respected… therefore, I need to pull up my shorts and get my act together. Then someone might respect my hustle.
I've been working like crazy, trying to - simutaneously - figure out where things in my life are headed. Trying to get home after pulling a 13 hour day, get some jewellry made, sometimes see greig, get studying done, and some writing, eat right, do yoga or run, and spend time with the people I love. Needless to say, I'm failing. As things become more hectic at work (I received a promotion, complete with miniscule pay raise, and a title which now brings me to the level of most other people doing my job… how nice), with double the case load being dumped on my desk, I find my concern for friendships climbing. I find no time for tea, movies, hangouts, that I miss from university. I know it's past that time, and I should be getting used to the idea of seeing friends twice a month… but I refuse. I've always been a stubborn person.
I'm sorry life. I'll repay you in herbs from my backyard garden, and beaded necklaces - are we even?
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A book I want.
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I took the plunge. Despite my head telling me no, my heart pressured me for the first time (perhaps in my life - and this is no exaggeration, since my heart is the size of the grinch's) to do something that I didn't research, plan out, or think I was ready for.
I am walking 60 km for breast cancer. To do so, I have to raise $2000.
I. am. Not. Sane.
However, I'm doing it. I've made the commitment to myself to work my butt off, and raise the money. And if I don't? I pay it myself. I've begun to realize the selfishness in my eat-out diet that I've become accustomed to. Therefore - if I can afford to eat at restaurants as often as I do, then I can afford to pay $2000 to provide my bit to a vital cause.
I'll be honest - I hope I don't have to pay.
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When I first wrote about PURE (alfred sung's clothing line at zellers), there were no photos of the clothes online, as they had just been released.
Enjoy!
Nonetheless I was chastized for falling off my game. So I'll try to keep it together. I was encouraged by the show "I'm a celebrity - get me out of here!" when basketball player John Salley said about Spencer Pratt, "I respect his hustle"… Spencer should not be respected… therefore, I need to pull up my shorts and get my act together. Then someone might respect my hustle.
I've been working like crazy, trying to - simutaneously - figure out where things in my life are headed. Trying to get home after pulling a 13 hour day, get some jewellry made, sometimes see greig, get studying done, and some writing, eat right, do yoga or run, and spend time with the people I love. Needless to say, I'm failing. As things become more hectic at work (I received a promotion, complete with miniscule pay raise, and a title which now brings me to the level of most other people doing my job… how nice), with double the case load being dumped on my desk, I find my concern for friendships climbing. I find no time for tea, movies, hangouts, that I miss from university. I know it's past that time, and I should be getting used to the idea of seeing friends twice a month… but I refuse. I've always been a stubborn person.
I'm sorry life. I'll repay you in herbs from my backyard garden, and beaded necklaces - are we even?
_____________________________________________________________________________
A book I want.
_____________________________________________________________________________I took the plunge. Despite my head telling me no, my heart pressured me for the first time (perhaps in my life - and this is no exaggeration, since my heart is the size of the grinch's) to do something that I didn't research, plan out, or think I was ready for.
I am walking 60 km for breast cancer. To do so, I have to raise $2000.
I. am. Not. Sane.
However, I'm doing it. I've made the commitment to myself to work my butt off, and raise the money. And if I don't? I pay it myself. I've begun to realize the selfishness in my eat-out diet that I've become accustomed to. Therefore - if I can afford to eat at restaurants as often as I do, then I can afford to pay $2000 to provide my bit to a vital cause.
I'll be honest - I hope I don't have to pay.
_____________________________________________________________________________
When I first wrote about PURE (alfred sung's clothing line at zellers), there were no photos of the clothes online, as they had just been released.
Enjoy!
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Live Now is a project consisting of a growing collection of artwork, quotes, thoughts, experiences and ideas, powerfully pursuing the notion of 'living now'. Engaging participants to grow, live meaningful lives & be happy!
Live Now is a project consisting of a growing collection of artwork, quotes, thoughts, experiences and ideas, powerfully pursuing the notion of 'living now'. Engaging participants to grow, live meaningful lives & be happy!
Love these!!