sometimes, you just need your dad to give you an old-fashioned pep talk.
Obligatory “OMG first snowfall of the year!” notification. #winterintoronto (at Cabbagetown)
because that’s what Olivia Pope would do.
contemplating putting into motion a life change that is…. petrifying. It’s one part me attempting to stave of the realities of “growing up” (or knowing that I have to/want to go back to school, just not right now), one part my desire of adventure and travel, and one part total gamble of a)money b)energy c)determination.
It started out as a half-baked idea back in the Spring, but I look at the facts:
* My current job is so, totally not right for me
* My lease is ending soon
* School is not where I want to be right now
I’ve basically spent the past month and a half- flip flopping between:
"omg, this is a great idea! Even if I fail at least I’ll have a great story to tell!"
"omg, are you crazy? This could eat through a chunk of your savings, leave you jobless and where the hell will you live/work when you get back to Toronto?"
I think I’m giving myself and ulcer.
I also think that the longer I stress about this, and not actually do anything, the more likely it is that I’ll talk myself out of it.
'Tis time to start applying for them visas.
Getting Lucky With It - Will Smith/Daft Punk
at Brick Lane
Dreary, but breathtaking nonetheless. (at Edinbrugh)