I'm a horrible procrastinator. Just putting that out there. Although I'm sure most of you are smart enough to put two and two together. It's OK to only blog once every 6 months, right? Particularly if you'd like to write for a living?
I really thought that working a 9-5 job in an office would leave me enough time to write in the evenings. Turns out, you actually have to make the time still. I know, I amaze myself everyday with this type of revelation.
It's surprising how long it can take a broken heart to heal. I envy people who can jump right into a new relationship without letting the old one hold them back. I grieve the end of a relationship for much too long, but at least I know that when I'm ready to move on, I'm healed. Thankfully, I've finally reached this place from my last heartbreak. It's been a tough year, but I'm grateful that I finally feel like myself again - even more so then when I was in that relationship. Turns out, I kind of like me. (Isn't that a nice thing to realize?)
I'm heading to see one of my first musical loves, Michael Bolton, in concert tomorrow night. I bought the tickets on a whim - a whim that I probably should have thought about for more than 30 seconds. A few hours of trying to find a concert buddy could have saved me from paying for an empty seat! I guess old habits die hard. On the bright side, the 50% off deal I got for the tickets means that I'm still basically only paying for the 1 ticket - right?
A few months ago, I probably could have used the 2 seats to fit my uncomfortably large bottom. It's amazing what a few months of not watching or caring what you're eating can do to you. Wait, let me add "in your 30's" to that comment. Ugh. Getting older sucks. Still, a little perseverance, a scary number on the scale and a dent to my VISA and I'm on a much better track now. 30 days of Isagenix, followed by smart eating and better choices (and the occasional cleanse day) has lead to me having lost 18 pounds since April 1. What a great feeling to be able to step on the scale and not want to cry! I still have a ways to go before I am completely happy, but it's great to finally feel like I'm on the right path.
I'm coming up on my 4th anniversary of being a Hamiltonian (Let's forget the year in Burlington, OK?). To celebrate, I'm planning to do something extremely outrageous - I'm not going to move this year! I know, I know - from Locke St to Westdale to the forgotten year to Waterdown - logically I should be going to the Mountain, or maybe Ancaster or Dundas - but nope - I'm staying put! My family must be SO excited! Basically, I don't have a real reason to move so I guess I'll stay. I'm still coming to terms with this, as it's an activity I've gotten used to doing (28 moves in 32 years!) What the heck am I supposed to do for a vacation this summer now? Relax? Huh?
I have some sad news in the Cabernet department - I'm taking a break from red wine. :( Has anyone else ever noticed that they break out after drinking red wine? Sigh. We'll see how long this lasts. I suspect I'll convert back after my first hangover from my current go-to drink (vodka soda with cranberry please).
As for the karaoke, I miss it the most. Why does my best karaoke buddy live so bloody far away? I'm not going to lie, I even looked up some apartments in Sarnia, but that commute would be a bitch. I'm only half joking here. An honourable mention goes out to my attempt at karaoke from the wedding I was at last week. What do you do when you're at a wedding where you only know a handful of people and you have no one to slow dance with? Why, you grab an empty beer bottle and belt that power ballad out to anyone who will watch! You all do that too, right?
One last revelation here and I'll quit this ramble-y post. (Sidenote: Revelations and Ramblings sounds like a great album name. Get on it.) Flirting is fun. That's pretty mind-blowing, I know. I like my revelations on a less than biblical scale. They're safer that way.
Until next time...
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