new year

Simple pleasures: The blank pages of a new day planner

Yes, it’s almost 2015 and I’m the weirdo that enjoys the tactile experience of writing sh&t down.

When I have to transfer birthdays and anniversaries into a new planner at the end of the year, I enjoy seeing the recorded memories of ideas, concerts, half marathon training schedules, lists, parties, dates, recipes, songs to listen to, movies to watch, hikes, events, travel itineraries, and more.

The blank pages of a new day planner hold so much possibility and I can’t wait to scribble down the cool sh&t that awaits me in 2015.Moleskine Day Planner

XO, MC

All great changes are preceded by chaos

My favourite month of the year is here! September 2012, you’ve been fantastic so far: new job, new city, and new digs!

I try not to write long-winded posts but September always marks the beginning of a “new year” for me. Since January, it’s been  a roller-coaster in the career department. Burnouts, frustration, an abundance of opportunities, big disappointments, prioritizing, a handful of tough decisions later, and just when I was about ready to finally give up and try something else – everything fell into place when I least expected! I’m truly thankful for all the opportunities that have come my way and I firmly believe in creating my own luck. If you want it, go get it. You can’t win the lottery if you don’t buy a ticket. Put yourself out there. It might not happen for you right away, but don’t give up. But most importantly, NEVER settle.

As of next week, I return to the city of cowboys and will be blogging to you from Calgary, which also means… MORE blog content! Discovering new restaurants, events, recipes/#singlegirldinner, decor, etc. yes it’s true, I finally caved and bought furniture. I kind of hate myself for it, but it was a necessary evil.

So please stay tuned! Apologies for being MIA, just getting settled in. Side note, I had to “pare down” (in loose terms, because let’s get real) my shoe collection for the move – THE HORROR.

That’s like asking a parent which child is their favourite. Morally, it just feels wrong. The shoes I’ve left behind at my parents’ house are now lonelier without their other comrades. Yes, I think inanimate objects have feelings too. Especially shoes. Sorry I’m not sorry for being weird.

Did I mention that it’s also my birthday month? :)

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