What is love? Have you figured it out yet?
Oxford dictionary describes love as both a noun and a verb; as a strong feeling of affection, a great interest and pleasure in something, a person or thing that one loves, and deep affection or sexual love for someone.
That’s nice and all, but how do you describe love?
And how do you know if you feel it, or whether it is something else?
And how do you learn to feel it again when you thought once that it was love but it ended up being something quite different from that, and it left you a jaded, shattered soul who questions whether they could ever open up enough to do it again?
Continue reading “reflections on love”
Some things have come down the pipe that I was expecting, but not so soon. Continue reading “all I want for Christmas”
Unfortunately, with me not writing as much as I should/wish that I would, I end up missing telling you about some exciting things that I’ve been up to. Continue reading “la vie est amis et le bon repas”
If I gained nothing more than a fascination and love for Middle Eastern food from my last dating experience, I am more than grateful for it. Continue reading “chicken shawarma – my diet’s kryptonite”
Thanksgiving: a time for reflection, for gratitude.
This year, more than ever, I am thankful for the life I am living. I am grateful for the people that helped me get through the past year: my amazing family, my friends (a few that were absolutely integral in where I am today), and I am thankful for the new people that have made their way into my life.
Continue reading “giving thanks”
Who can even believe how fast this year has gone, and how different things are from one year to the next?
Think about it. Where were you last year at this time? How much has changed since then? Maybe you got new job, lost/made a friend, battled an illness, recovered from a broken heart, graduated school, made a big move. No matter who you are, or what you’ve done, a great deal happens in a mere 365 days. Continue reading “80 days until Christmas”
Here’s the thing. When something is happening in my life (either good or bad), I always have to do something with my hair. Sometimes I go get it dyed, sometimes I cut it myself, sometimes I over-pluck my eyebrows, sometimes… well, you get the point. Continue reading “the significance of hair colour and what I had for dinner”