The nostalgia mindfuck

Maybe nostalgia is really the side effect of aging. I have found myself reminiscing and going back into wild bizarre habits and (sometime false) romantic fantasies of the past. I have spent a fair bit of time (and disposable income) on fountain pens and ink lately. Also writing in ridiculously elaborate cursive. I can’t sayContinue reading “The nostalgia mindfuck”

In honor of the lives we would have never lived

I’ve been thinking a lot. It’s what happens when you wake up at 5 a.m. and your brain refuses to let you go back to sleep. It’s a lonely place. In the lonely hours. And when I ran out of things to worry about, the state of the world, my work, my career, our marriage,Continue reading “In honor of the lives we would have never lived”

The Gratitude vs Anxiety Conundrum

My prayers to the universe get more confusing by the day. The world that I live in is complex, messy, imperfect, and at times utterly overwhelming. I am grateful for my life. I am grateful for my family, my friends, and the safe and peaceful country and welcoming community that I live in. Yet, atContinue reading “The Gratitude vs Anxiety Conundrum”

Hot boys’ summer – Epilogue

With the arrival of September, (Canadian) summer is considered to be over, and with it, my hot boys’ summer. Is it, like the notorious Jason Kenney said, “the best summer ever”? Not quite. However, it’s quite an epic one. For that, I am grateful. As I am disembarking on a new (and somewhat exciting/terrifying) chapterContinue reading “Hot boys’ summer – Epilogue”

The perk of (not) being a wallflower

I’ve never been a dancer, but I do know joy. I’ve never been the one who waited, but I do know things will eventually turn out fine. I’ve never been the one who likes the darkness, but I know the darkest nights bring the brightest dawn. I have never been a clubber. Bright lights, loudContinue reading “The perk of (not) being a wallflower”