I still have my New Year’s jar from 2019 filled and unopened on the shelf by my bed. I was too lazy to open it on New Year’s Eve, I wasn’t nostalgic enough to want to look back at the past year. But quarantine has made me nostalgic for the stupidest things: for grocery shopping …
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Well there was a time where I would post one of these every couple of months because I couldn’t think of anything to write about, so I’m at least happy that I’ve found other topics to keep this blog more interesting than the boring things I’ve been up to. But alas, I couldn’t think of …
So here comes a small change that maybe doesn’t warrant a blog post, but here it is. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking with this blog, and all my other blogs. I try to post on each of them regularly but it just doesn’t happen and I know it sounds stupid, but running a …
This past weekend I volunteered at the Grit Lit Festival, a local literary festival that celebrates Canadian authors. I’d gone for fun for a few years and absolutely loved listening to authors discuss and speak about their works and other issues, and obviously finding (and buying) new books to read. So after getting some emails …
My friend came to visit from London (the non-interesting Canadian one, though this person interesting) and suggested we go axe throwing. I’d only vaguely heard of axe throwing as a thing that could be done and was done by some former classmates and strangers on Instagram, but I didn’t know where it could be done. …
I have a strange taste in music that mostly consists of showtunes and a few pop and indie songs in the mix. I listen to the radio a lot and find what music I like their, usually attaching myself to one song that I’ll listen to on repeat until I get bored with it or …
I got a sewing machine for Christmas and with that a resolution for myself: that I would sew something new each month to make sure I used it and got better at sewing.
I’m not very good at remembering certain things I’ve done; or rather I’m not great at remembering achievements. It’s not that I have a bad memory; it’s actually pretty good (unless it’s remembering people, then its bad). It’s just that I Maybe I just have too high standards for myself, whatever the reason I wanted …
I think it was early September when I was hanging out with one of my best friends and she asked if my sister and I wanted to go on a trip to Florida with her in December. Obviously, we said yes.
Sarah O'Connor 