Maybe it’s the turning of a new page on a new year, maybe I’ve fallen victim to the stereotype of “starting over”, maybe it’s sheer boredom, but I’ve come to a sort of crossroads. I realized, this morning, that I’m not sorry I tried to be on my own and now that I’ve done it, I know, I can’t be this creature who exists without consequence.
I knew this guy back in University, Mark. Mark and his girlfriend, my friend Lynette, were two of the smartest people I have ever met. I remember on a road trip one weekend, Mark, probably trying to explain a simple theological argument to me said the following: Read more…
During my time off I’d been doing some reading. Okay, a lot of reading. I’m a bibliophile. I read nearly everything (with the exception of fantasy and romance novels). A genre that is new to me is self-help. I’m not exactly the type of person that has delved into this area very much. My friend and I once saw a man on his own cruising the Wicka section at Chapters.
Yep, that’s what my lower stomach looked like when I got home from the hospital. And I’m not even going to talk about what’s happened to my belly button (Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot?). The staples Read more…
Things I’ve learned by being on leave from work since my surgery: Read more…
That Day Will Come 