I feel like a first class gal riding in a coach world.
There is something about riding snug in coach seating during the holidays.
Or anytime.
I feel like a first class gal riding in a coach world.
There is something about riding snug in coach seating during the holidays.
Or anytime.
Does anyone remember BiWay? It was kind of a very small precursor to walmart. Now the buildings that the stores were in house things like Dollarama and Giant Tiger.
I remember coming home from school one day when I was about 8 or 9 years old and laying on my bed was a brand new outfit that included a t-shirt, and an acid watch jean skirt with a matching acid wash jean jacket.
Lately when I look outside, all I see is grey. Occasionally, rarely really, do I see a tiny sliver of sun and before I can turn my head to it, it’s gone, as though it was almost imagined.
That’s how I feel right now. Inside. It’s as though I am looking at the world through a lens of grey where there is no colour to be found. And it sucks.
When I was a kid, I don’t remember saying “when I grow up, I hope I’m never happy”. Who does that? Anyone? I doubt it. I like to be happy, I’m just not. And it isn’t a specific thing, unless you count the chemical imbalance that is depression to be a “thing”.
Changing my eating
Blah blah blah.
Same thing, different day.
Should I even write about this? Does anyone care?
Do I care?
I joined a free 30 day challenge starting on January 1st.
Surprise!
We just got back from an eight day trip to Florida where we spent four days at Disney World and one day at Orlando Universal Studios – Islands of Adventures.
That’s right, folks, EIGHT days in Florida at the busiest time of year.
Prior to leaving, people kept asking me about our game plan. I did some online “research” in the form of a quick google check that only served to stress me out big time.