Drunk off praise

You always, even in secret, aim to achieve great things in life. Like winning two editorial awards as a rookie journalist or being recognized by your community for your volunteer work, each become details of my Roaring Twenties, so to speak. But the moments you least expect like when your boyfriend’s brother, Jesse, tells you he’s proud of you shortly after my three-man team drank our way to Can Pong victory — well those are the unexpected accomplishments that spice up my glory days.

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Mulling the b-word

Once upon a f—— time, I would have been too afraid to put that line online. I probably wouldn’t have even written it in my journal in fear I would offend someone or look badly.

(No one ever has read my journals aka diaries) but those days of insecurity and shyness were expelled from my being by age and experience. Nearing 30, I’ve found my shyness (which held me back from even trying to stick up for myself amongst my ‘besties’ in high school) to be almost non-existent.

A t-shirt from Married to the Mob with a take on the famous book by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich.

A t-shirt from Married to the Mob with a take on the famous book by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich.

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Taking pause: A career reflection

I’m currently in the middle of helping the daughter of my aunt’s friend (did you get all that?) find an internship in Journalism.

The young and hopeful girl is in her final year of university and as I was going through my contacts for her, it hit me – wow, I went through this too, almost eight years ago. Wait – EIGHT YEARS AGO?

Rosalyn and Stefania take a lunch break (always Hawaiian pizza because there was no choice on campus) in J-School.

Rosalyn and Stefania take a lunch break (always Hawaiian pizza because there was no choice on campus) in J-School.

What the f—, people laugh and joke about how time flies, (Stef and I usually lament), and I guess that’s part of why we started the Ms.Adventures in the first place.

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The dreaded purge

Every year there comes a time, a dreadful time, when I need to muster enough energy to tackle the worst of tasks — the closet purge. I can’t explain why I struggle with this. I have never been diagnosed with any sort of obsessive compulsive disorder and I can’t say I have any sentimental attachment to any article of clothing or shoes or random knick-knacks that resides inside this tiny space. Continue reading

Outgrowing club culture

Last month I did something I very rarely do now that I’m in my late 20s — I headed to King West to dance the night away in celebration of a friend’s birthday. I’m more than content to do as the lucky birthday guy/gal chooses to commemorate being another year older…even if it isn’t on my top list of things to do. Continue reading