I got a pair of sweatpants and a new sweatshirt today. I haven’t worn sweatpants in nearly a decade. These leave a little bit of my ankle showing, just to remind me that I’m not fully exposed. My girlfriend has been on my case about wearing jeans when I should be more comfortable. She was… Continue reading Coming to terms with comfort
I have a hard time expressing myself. It’s true. Far too often I find myself in a pickle because I found myself dumbfounded or, more often, excessively revealing. Both extremes stem from the same source: my inability to properly measure the value of the message that I’m trying to deliver.
Over the March Break, I went home to Calgary for a few days. The visit was too short to do much more than hang out with my family but was long enough to interrupt the things I wanted to do back home in Toronto. Of course, I made a trip to Reid’s and bought a… Continue reading Cucumber Water
As 2017 is starting to come to a close, I’m starting to think about the things that I’ve accomplished during the past year. The year started in a very unusual way, with me at home with my family. To say that the rest of the year was just as unusual wouldn’t be too much of… Continue reading I’ve grown a beard
So, we're going down this road again. It's nearing the end of the summer and I'm feeling a bit pudgy and lazy. My beach body doesn't exist, and I don't like exposing my toes, especially if there's a chance that sand will gather between them. I'm having trouble carrying the bag fulls of groceries that… Continue reading Gym Membership
The writing was on the wall, my Facebook wall, and it read, “You should smile more!” Being cautious even at the suggestion provided by stop signs, I was given pause upon reading this.
It gives you a certain pause, when the most engaging conversations you have happen with people who are between an eighth and a quarter of your age, or younger.
Being good looking has always been my cross to bear. It started from an early age and has stuck with me through the years. It’s not something I ever asked for, but we play the hand we’re dealt, I guess.
For the last few days, I’ve spent at least four hours each day cleaning my apartment. If I’m being honest, I don’t mind a bit of mess. In fact, a little bit of mess lets me know that I’m accomplishing something else. I get a bit uncomfortable when things are spotless. I can put on… Continue reading Cleaning is a hard, dirty business
I do a lot of seeing throughout the day. Seeing helps me do my job, get from one place to another, and even, among many other things, helps me write these blog posts. Without seeing, I couldn’t text people, and I would be forced to call them. I would say that I see pretty much… Continue reading Pre-progressive, pseudo-bifocal vision correction