Tag: Personal Growth
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Self-Expression, Part 1
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.
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Cucumber Water
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…
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I’ve grown a beard
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…
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I remember how to do this
5 am. My alarm goes off at 5 am. By 7:00, I had better be no more than ten minutes away from leaving for work. If I get to work by 7:45, I’m pushing it. Officially, I have to be at work by 8:30 and in class by 8:50. 45-65 minutes isn’t enough to get…
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Gym Membership
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…
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Five Years in Toronto
“As much as it pains me to say it,” said my mother, “you needed to move to Toronto, and you’re not ready to move yet. You’ve had to struggle and everything you’ve gained you’ve had to work for. It hasn’t been easy for you, or us.”
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Morning Pages?
My sister sent me a link about Morning Pages tonight. It sounds kind of interesting. Has anybody done this? Thoughts?
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Day 14 of 30
Over the years, I’ve started many writing projects. I’ve completed none of them. There was a time when I wanted to write a novel, another when I wanted to put together a collection of short stories, and I’m constantly neglecting my journal. I’m not sure if this was all a wasted effort or if it’ll…
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Day 12 of 30
I do some pretty stupid shit from time to time. I regularly make acceptable mistakes. In each instance, more often than not, I apologise for what I’ve done wrong.
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A Quick Word on the Anniversary of Nash’s Death
It’s a wound that I don’t want to have heal, and, yet, it is healing. The death of a friend, a good friend, a best friend, at such a young age, is something that I never thought I’d forget to remember.
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Typewriting About Myself
I have been using my typewriter to type out my recollections and thoughts on topics and themes that animate my life. I’ll sit down at my typewriter, usually on a Friday night, pick a topic, and just start writing. It’s very stream of consciousness stuff, even more so than these blog posts.
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People are just bread
“So says the new guy,” she said. “You condescending bitch,” is what I should’ve replied with. Instead, I just turned around, away from the conversation, and got back to work.