Why are you in such a hurry?

My best friend asked me that the other day and I didn’t know how to answer her. I still don’t.
I’m in the process of finding a new vehicle. My old Cavalier is on her last legs and I’m surprised she still carries me to work every morning. It was suggested, by my mother, that I buy an Equinox. My first reaction was “maybe.” To which I was responded to with “…hate to break it to you but you’re approaching 30. What does a young single woman drive these days?”


Hold your typing fingers.

I don’t think of myself as old. Actually, I think of myself as younger than what I am.

Back when my best friend and I hung out regularly (we live in different parts of the province now) we’d spend so much time outside, stargazing, walking aimlessly, talking about anything and everything. It was really the most fun I’ve ever had. Sadly, most people I know wouldn’t be open to something like that. That would be a waste of time. “You’re too old for such foolishness.”
What’s your rush? I think.

Even now, at 27, I’m in no rush to grow old or grow up. I remember wanting to be an adult so badly when I was 13, because adults had it so much better. Adults could go outside whenever they felt like it, stay up as long as they wanted, eat whatever they wanted. You get the picture.

Now that I’m older (and only somewhat wiser) I can see that adulthood is not all it’s cracked up to be. I feel pressured to have children. I feel pressured to be married. I feel pressured to buy the 7-seater mini-van embossed in gold paint just to please my family.

A lot of the people I grew up with/around have kid(s) and are having more now. They’re engaged or already married. It could be a symptom of small town values. It could be stupidity or planned. They could be the happiest people in the world – and good for them! But it’s not for me.

I may not be badass. But I’m no old fuddy either.

I’m looking for a 4×4 with good mud tires and a decent interior. Hold the car seats and diaper bags, please.


Have you ever seen the rain…

Yeah, now I’ve got that song stuck in your head. Sorry!

It’s raining here, it’s been raining since around 4 p.m. and it sucks! I didn’t get out on my bike today. I also had a hard time really getting anywhere because the wipers are broken on my car. Fun times.

Just thought I’d throw an update on here and show some of the photos I’ve taken in the last couple days. I am so guilty of using my iPhone for pictures, the photo app and Instagram. My poor Nikon is feeling pretty neglected. Hopefully something will inspire me soon so I can take her out of storage.

Anyway, not many thoughts worth talking about tonight. Here’s some photos.


Dear Sir.

As an experience gatherer, I must tell you, that all the good things in life come as surprises. When things are planned they’re often not as good, and often not as genuine. Sometimes things come out of nowhere and can morph into something you hadn’t planned. But the thing about surprises is that they often take their time. So when something good comes along, cherish it. Take the time to build it. If that’s what you’re into. And if you’re not, dear sir, I’m afraid you must keep moving.

I’ve found, dear sir, that as an experience gatherer, the most important thing is to be true to yourself. And truthfully, I don’t need anyone who doesn’t need me.



Ninety per cent.

Maybe we drown.
Maybe we live.
Our lives are always underwater.
When every envelope is meant to be pushed. Punished.
You’re wearing your green dress now,
Inviting me in…
Keeping me safe. Swallowing me whole.
It’s after three and I can see
this is the beginning
of the end
of broken heart syndrome.
Maybe we drown.
Maybe we live.
Walking around, 90% water.