A SUNDAY WELL SPENT

Sunday, April 06, 2014

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I have always had a love hate relationship with Sundays.

They are still part of the weekend so it's bliss - you get to sleep in, lounge on the couch all morning with a cup of tea reading books, blogs, or watching a cheesy chick flick on Slice.
But at the same time, it's Sunday. Tomorrow is Monday. Monday equals work. Which means Sunday requires one to do the laundry, tidy and clean the house, make lunch and get ready for the work week. I don't like this part of Sunday. Yet, if I don't partake in these domestic tasks, I will be a stress case when I go to bed, running around at 11pm still trying to get everything ready for the upcoming week.

In order to start off my week right, and leave behind nagging feelings and stress for the week, I have tried to make my Sundays a nice mix of the bittersweet lingering weekend that they bring, and the expectation of a new work week to follow shortly.

A Sunday well spent for me involves a combination of:

brunch
sewing
reading blogs or a book on the couch
multiple cups of tea
time with family and loved ones, even if it's only an hour visit of tea
baking (last weekend was banana bread, this weekend will be chocolate chip cookies once I buy some eggs. Oops, always check that you have all the ingredients before picking a recipe).

IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS

Thursday, March 27, 2014

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sometimes all you need is a clean house,
homemade dinner,
the fireplace on,
and somewhere you can call home with the ones you love.

SPRING HAS SPRUNG AND ITS A TIME OF REJUVENATION

Thursday, March 20, 2014

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Spring has sprung may be a bit of a bold statement this early in the year, but today does officially mark the first day of Spring in all it's glory that it holds. It is still cold in the mornings that a real winter jacket is required. I keep trying to get away with my trench coat or light spring jackets and I end up cursing at myself as I can see my breath and try to cram my hands further into the thin jacket pockets for warmth.

Aside from being the first day of Spring, one of my colleagues told me that today also marks the first day of the Iranian New Year, a thirteen day festival that is the biggest holiday there. Those in school get thirteen days off to partake in traditions that reflect on the past year while putting the past behind them (they even have a fire jumping tradition) and looking forward towards a new year as Spring begins.

Thus, with the first day of Spring I have decided that it's time to rejuvenate and recharge. How I am going to accomplish, I'll be honest, I don't have a full fledged plan which is completely unlike me. I'm a planner through and through.

I have decided this rejuvenation will start with taking a hiatus from social media. Now, this isn't going to be going cold turkey so I made some goals for myself. There is no timeline to this, but I thought I would take it week by week and see how it goes. I may decide after 24 hours that I hate this, so only time will tell.

1. Only allowed to look at Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest and Instagram when on the commute to work.
2. My phone must be on silent and put away for meals (lunch at work doesn't count for this one).
3. When spending time with friends and family, don't be on or looking at my phone.
4. The 'blog' isn't going to count as social media. Hopefully less time on Pinterest will force me to spend more time creating content than consuming.
5. Minimize reading blogs on Bloglovin' to just a few of my favourites, otherwise Saturday morning tea is blog reading time.

I am hoping this will allow me to live more in the moment, create my own moments (that aren't just to be plastered on Instagram) and to spend more time doing things I enjoy and with friends and family.

Here's to Spring, warmer weather, flowers blooming, trees blossoming, warm spring rain, rays of sunshine and life after the cold winter.

ONE OF THOSE WEEKS WHERE AN ABUNDANCE OF DONUTS WERE NEEDED

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

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Blogs are usually a place for happy thoughts, inspiration, cute stories, etc.

Well warning, this post is about real life and the crappy days that sometimes occur despite our best efforts. If you don't want to read any further, I don't blame you. This tale ends with a soppy crying mess of a girl, mascara running down her face and words in between hiccups.

Last week was one of those weeks where nothing goes right. Everything was irritating me from the responsibilities of being an adult, to the simplest tasks at work, from doing the laundry, cleaning the house, having the vacuum just abruptly stop working. No vacuum equals chaos in my house since my house is always in an overcrowded state for its small size. Trust me. With deadlines looming, lack of sleep and the overall stresses of life, I allowed myself to be sucked into the black hole of doom. I wallowed around there for a few days and realized, I couldn't get out. It was hopeless.

Thus, I cried at work. Yes, cried at work hidden in the bathroom. These weren't the wrenching sobs that I longed for in that moment but large tears that literally fell over the brims of my eyes before I could even make the escape to the bathroom. Hopefully no one saw, at least no one let on that they did.

Of course, once tears start, the only way to feel better is to have a good long cry. That wasn't happening until my deadline was met and I was safely at home away from prying eyes. I don't like to cry in public or in front of people, so if I do, you know it's been a rough day.

Well, I didn't make it that far. I resisted on the train ride home and the moment I got into the truck at the train station, the waterworks started. My sentences weren't coherent and all I want to do was cry my little heart out until I felt better. So I did. The whole ride home.

Things got better after the momentous cry. Life lesson learned, sometimes it's just too much and I need to slow down or just have a good cry once in awhile, followed by a donut. Donuts help too.

ALL FULL OF LOVE OVER HERE

Tuesday, March 11, 2014









It's been eight years since the boyfriend and I started dating (well, as of yesterday; a tad late hitting publish on this post since I passed out watching tv last night. How romantic, I know).

We met when we were mere kidlets around the age of eight or nine, but we didn't become friends till we were about twelve and then we started dating in highschool when I was sixteen. Haven't looked back since.

It's bewildering to look back and think about what we have all been through together; from growing up, figuring out who we want to be as individuals (still working on this one maybe), to buying a house, getting real jobs, completing university, and the list goes on. I am thankful that he has been there through all of that. And here's to all the things, good and bad, big and small, that life will bring our way in the future.

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We didn't do anything extravagant or special yesterday. We aren't big on doing huge whoop-de-doo celebrations.

I had work yesterday so he picked me up from the train after work, surprised me with roses (he never buys me roses so this definitely marked the 'specialness' of the occassion). Then we spent the evening eating dinner at home and watching shows that had become piled up on our pvr. Then I fell asleep around, oh, 9pm? Let's just say daylight savings got the best of me with having a wake up call of 5:30am everyday. And yes, you can call us an old married couple and poke fun at our evening in. We're use to it by now :)

ENCOUNTER WITH A LOST TRAVELLER

Thursday, March 06, 2014

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The boyfriend came home just over three weeks ago.

Weirdly enough, I feel like I have been living in a surreal state and I can't truly believe that he's here, for good. He got laid off from his last job and with him currently not working, it feels like a vacation that I don't get to partake in. We don't have our usual routine since he stays up all night, sleeps all day, etc. (Yes, I am slightly jealous since its' the worst to leave the house in the dark at 6:50am and he stays snuggled up in bed with sweet dreams. More than slightly jealous, actually).

Anyways, February always puts me in a slump. It's dark, rainy and the enchantment of 'winter' that seems to exist before the Christmas holidays is gone. I'me over it. I'm ready for spring rain (yes, I don't mind warm spring rain) and budding flowers, and possibly a day of sunshine squeezed in there. Pretty please?

I don't know what it was that changed yesterday. Maybe it was a number of things.

Work was work. A super busy day that at least the time passed quickly. Nothing remarkable to note, other than I had to use my umbrella since the winter rain decided to start it's plague and end any remnants of snow that have littered the surrounding area from the last few weekends.

I had to meet a friend quick when I got off the train, and I saw a woman who looked  extremely lost, turning round and round in circles, not going in any form of a direction. My curiosity got the best of so I asked her if she needed directions since she looked lost. Completely.
Her name I unfortunately could not pronounce but she was German and traveled here from Switzerland. She was meeting a friend, who had dropped her off at this station earlier in the day but now that she was there to be picked up she couldn't find the right parking lot. At first I thought she was at the wrong station and should have gone to the end of the line but she confirmed that it was definitely this one. We proceeded to go over the surrounding parking lots and tried to find her friends vehicle, which she vaguely described as a 4x4 and a beige/brown colour.

She asked if I had a cell phone, if I could call her friend for her. I called but unfortunately there was no answer. I knew at this point I couldn't just leave her standing in the rain the dark. We decided to walk towards the next closest parking lot when her friend called back.

We found her! The two women were so excited and happy to see one another, that their happiness brought a new lightness to my step. I couldn't help but smile and she couldn't stop thanking me and said that she hopes when I travel one day that someone is as kind and helpful. And I do hope that one day, when I am in a foreign country, that the favour is returned. Until then, it was just a happy moment in an otherwise dreary week.

IT'S GOING TO BE A LONG WEEK, AND IT'S ONLY WEDNESDAY

Wednesday, February 26, 2014


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It may only be Wednesday, but this is where I'm at already.
I'm over waking up at 5:30am to get dressed and look professional and presentable.
I'm over drinking countless cups of tea to avoid falling asleep at my computer.
I'm over getting home at 8pm from the gym and scarfing down dinner.
I'm over not having time to blog.
I'm over falling asleep ten minutes into any tv show or movie.

I'm ready for messy hair and sweatpants.
And the weekend.

Sunday, April 06, 2014

A SUNDAY WELL SPENT

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I have always had a love hate relationship with Sundays.

They are still part of the weekend so it's bliss - you get to sleep in, lounge on the couch all morning with a cup of tea reading books, blogs, or watching a cheesy chick flick on Slice.
But at the same time, it's Sunday. Tomorrow is Monday. Monday equals work. Which means Sunday requires one to do the laundry, tidy and clean the house, make lunch and get ready for the work week. I don't like this part of Sunday. Yet, if I don't partake in these domestic tasks, I will be a stress case when I go to bed, running around at 11pm still trying to get everything ready for the upcoming week.

In order to start off my week right, and leave behind nagging feelings and stress for the week, I have tried to make my Sundays a nice mix of the bittersweet lingering weekend that they bring, and the expectation of a new work week to follow shortly.

A Sunday well spent for me involves a combination of:

brunch
sewing
reading blogs or a book on the couch
multiple cups of tea
time with family and loved ones, even if it's only an hour visit of tea
baking (last weekend was banana bread, this weekend will be chocolate chip cookies once I buy some eggs. Oops, always check that you have all the ingredients before picking a recipe).

Thursday, March 27, 2014

IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS

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sometimes all you need is a clean house,
homemade dinner,
the fireplace on,
and somewhere you can call home with the ones you love.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

SPRING HAS SPRUNG AND ITS A TIME OF REJUVENATION

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Spring has sprung may be a bit of a bold statement this early in the year, but today does officially mark the first day of Spring in all it's glory that it holds. It is still cold in the mornings that a real winter jacket is required. I keep trying to get away with my trench coat or light spring jackets and I end up cursing at myself as I can see my breath and try to cram my hands further into the thin jacket pockets for warmth.

Aside from being the first day of Spring, one of my colleagues told me that today also marks the first day of the Iranian New Year, a thirteen day festival that is the biggest holiday there. Those in school get thirteen days off to partake in traditions that reflect on the past year while putting the past behind them (they even have a fire jumping tradition) and looking forward towards a new year as Spring begins.

Thus, with the first day of Spring I have decided that it's time to rejuvenate and recharge. How I am going to accomplish, I'll be honest, I don't have a full fledged plan which is completely unlike me. I'm a planner through and through.

I have decided this rejuvenation will start with taking a hiatus from social media. Now, this isn't going to be going cold turkey so I made some goals for myself. There is no timeline to this, but I thought I would take it week by week and see how it goes. I may decide after 24 hours that I hate this, so only time will tell.

1. Only allowed to look at Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest and Instagram when on the commute to work.
2. My phone must be on silent and put away for meals (lunch at work doesn't count for this one).
3. When spending time with friends and family, don't be on or looking at my phone.
4. The 'blog' isn't going to count as social media. Hopefully less time on Pinterest will force me to spend more time creating content than consuming.
5. Minimize reading blogs on Bloglovin' to just a few of my favourites, otherwise Saturday morning tea is blog reading time.

I am hoping this will allow me to live more in the moment, create my own moments (that aren't just to be plastered on Instagram) and to spend more time doing things I enjoy and with friends and family.

Here's to Spring, warmer weather, flowers blooming, trees blossoming, warm spring rain, rays of sunshine and life after the cold winter.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

ONE OF THOSE WEEKS WHERE AN ABUNDANCE OF DONUTS WERE NEEDED

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Blogs are usually a place for happy thoughts, inspiration, cute stories, etc.

Well warning, this post is about real life and the crappy days that sometimes occur despite our best efforts. If you don't want to read any further, I don't blame you. This tale ends with a soppy crying mess of a girl, mascara running down her face and words in between hiccups.

Last week was one of those weeks where nothing goes right. Everything was irritating me from the responsibilities of being an adult, to the simplest tasks at work, from doing the laundry, cleaning the house, having the vacuum just abruptly stop working. No vacuum equals chaos in my house since my house is always in an overcrowded state for its small size. Trust me. With deadlines looming, lack of sleep and the overall stresses of life, I allowed myself to be sucked into the black hole of doom. I wallowed around there for a few days and realized, I couldn't get out. It was hopeless.

Thus, I cried at work. Yes, cried at work hidden in the bathroom. These weren't the wrenching sobs that I longed for in that moment but large tears that literally fell over the brims of my eyes before I could even make the escape to the bathroom. Hopefully no one saw, at least no one let on that they did.

Of course, once tears start, the only way to feel better is to have a good long cry. That wasn't happening until my deadline was met and I was safely at home away from prying eyes. I don't like to cry in public or in front of people, so if I do, you know it's been a rough day.

Well, I didn't make it that far. I resisted on the train ride home and the moment I got into the truck at the train station, the waterworks started. My sentences weren't coherent and all I want to do was cry my little heart out until I felt better. So I did. The whole ride home.

Things got better after the momentous cry. Life lesson learned, sometimes it's just too much and I need to slow down or just have a good cry once in awhile, followed by a donut. Donuts help too.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

ALL FULL OF LOVE OVER HERE









It's been eight years since the boyfriend and I started dating (well, as of yesterday; a tad late hitting publish on this post since I passed out watching tv last night. How romantic, I know).

We met when we were mere kidlets around the age of eight or nine, but we didn't become friends till we were about twelve and then we started dating in highschool when I was sixteen. Haven't looked back since.

It's bewildering to look back and think about what we have all been through together; from growing up, figuring out who we want to be as individuals (still working on this one maybe), to buying a house, getting real jobs, completing university, and the list goes on. I am thankful that he has been there through all of that. And here's to all the things, good and bad, big and small, that life will bring our way in the future.

---

We didn't do anything extravagant or special yesterday. We aren't big on doing huge whoop-de-doo celebrations.

I had work yesterday so he picked me up from the train after work, surprised me with roses (he never buys me roses so this definitely marked the 'specialness' of the occassion). Then we spent the evening eating dinner at home and watching shows that had become piled up on our pvr. Then I fell asleep around, oh, 9pm? Let's just say daylight savings got the best of me with having a wake up call of 5:30am everyday. And yes, you can call us an old married couple and poke fun at our evening in. We're use to it by now :)

Thursday, March 06, 2014

ENCOUNTER WITH A LOST TRAVELLER

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The boyfriend came home just over three weeks ago.

Weirdly enough, I feel like I have been living in a surreal state and I can't truly believe that he's here, for good. He got laid off from his last job and with him currently not working, it feels like a vacation that I don't get to partake in. We don't have our usual routine since he stays up all night, sleeps all day, etc. (Yes, I am slightly jealous since its' the worst to leave the house in the dark at 6:50am and he stays snuggled up in bed with sweet dreams. More than slightly jealous, actually).

Anyways, February always puts me in a slump. It's dark, rainy and the enchantment of 'winter' that seems to exist before the Christmas holidays is gone. I'me over it. I'm ready for spring rain (yes, I don't mind warm spring rain) and budding flowers, and possibly a day of sunshine squeezed in there. Pretty please?

I don't know what it was that changed yesterday. Maybe it was a number of things.

Work was work. A super busy day that at least the time passed quickly. Nothing remarkable to note, other than I had to use my umbrella since the winter rain decided to start it's plague and end any remnants of snow that have littered the surrounding area from the last few weekends.

I had to meet a friend quick when I got off the train, and I saw a woman who looked  extremely lost, turning round and round in circles, not going in any form of a direction. My curiosity got the best of so I asked her if she needed directions since she looked lost. Completely.
Her name I unfortunately could not pronounce but she was German and traveled here from Switzerland. She was meeting a friend, who had dropped her off at this station earlier in the day but now that she was there to be picked up she couldn't find the right parking lot. At first I thought she was at the wrong station and should have gone to the end of the line but she confirmed that it was definitely this one. We proceeded to go over the surrounding parking lots and tried to find her friends vehicle, which she vaguely described as a 4x4 and a beige/brown colour.

She asked if I had a cell phone, if I could call her friend for her. I called but unfortunately there was no answer. I knew at this point I couldn't just leave her standing in the rain the dark. We decided to walk towards the next closest parking lot when her friend called back.

We found her! The two women were so excited and happy to see one another, that their happiness brought a new lightness to my step. I couldn't help but smile and she couldn't stop thanking me and said that she hopes when I travel one day that someone is as kind and helpful. And I do hope that one day, when I am in a foreign country, that the favour is returned. Until then, it was just a happy moment in an otherwise dreary week.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

IT'S GOING TO BE A LONG WEEK, AND IT'S ONLY WEDNESDAY


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It may only be Wednesday, but this is where I'm at already.
I'm over waking up at 5:30am to get dressed and look professional and presentable.
I'm over drinking countless cups of tea to avoid falling asleep at my computer.
I'm over getting home at 8pm from the gym and scarfing down dinner.
I'm over not having time to blog.
I'm over falling asleep ten minutes into any tv show or movie.

I'm ready for messy hair and sweatpants.
And the weekend.

 

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