When I challenged myself to watch all 7 seasons of Game of Thrones before the new season began, I knew it was an ambitious goal. I was nearly paralyzed by how daunting the mile-long episode list was every time I opened it — which is why I closed it, every time, and instead went for an easy binge that didn’t require the attention I knew this would. But with it being such a pop culture phenomenon and me having a major case of FOMO/being sick of not being able to participate in too many conversations because I hadn’t watched it, I knew I needed to hop on the bandwagon and be part of the cultural moment that would be its eighth and final season. Plus, I’m not one to turn down a challenge, even a self-imposed one.
A year ago I was running on empty. I’d heard the term thrown around a lot – burnout – like it was just the latest buzzword in the ad industry’s lexicon. It’s a word that is thrown around flippantly like it’s a badge of pride, but no one talks candidly about. I didn’t think it could ever happen to me. I’ve always been “the strong one”. No matter how stressful life may have been, the stress could always be washed away with a good cry or vent session with a close friend or colleague. The mantra was always: this too shall pass.
Hands up for anyone who’s tried 2019’s latest food craze: the celery juice diet? I tried it, and I’m calling bulls**t on it.
I’ve never been good at online dating. In the four years since my last long term relationship ended, and the handful of years I was single before it, I’ve dipped my toes into the murky waters of the online dating pool and it’s not something I enjoy, or find “fun” in being single.
Admittedly, I’m guilty of buying books faster than I can read them. I was always such an avid reader growing up, but with the rise of internet and social media and so many damn good TV shows to keep up with, the distractions now are aplenty and I just don’t make the kind of time I should to get lost in the pages of a favourite story.
It’s been over a month since I returned from my first vacay of 2019. I spent five magical days in one of my favourite cities in the world, New York City. After a two-year hiatus from the states it felt so good to be back on the isle of Manhattan. My cousin and I met up there for some sister-cousin quality time to kick off the year, and despite how frigid it was, we made the most of my first-time winter visit to the city.
You might recall I shared my intentions for 2019 with you a little while ago.
Now, here we are, nearly two months into the new year, and I’ve settled into my first new habit of 2019: the gym. Sounds so cliché, right? Well, despite so many of my best efforts in the past, plus a lifetime of playing competitive soccer and being quite active, I’ve never been able to embrace or love the gym.