After almost two months of silence and the most hectic Monday of my life, I am writing another blog post! Phew! Maybe you can tell my first thirty days at Trent University have been a rollercoaster ride. With the month in review on my mind, here are some highlights from this new adventure so far!
Bad news is inescapable. If you’re anything like me, you read daunting headlines with a sense of responsibility to speak up and out about the issues. But lately I’ve found myself wanting to stay silent, because there’s no way I can talk about it all.
Life this July feels like the moment after placing the last piece of a puzzle. Countless hours spent finding the missing pieces, building around sides and corners until you get to the final slot and… it’s complete. What next?
The last few weeks of living in South Africa had a very unique aesthetic – an oddly placed haven. And it was in this phase that I found one of my now favourite things.
to every woman who made me who I am today,
your mark on me has not gone unnoticed
and I stand on your shoulders everyday.
I was born into an age of wonder, of rapidly developing technology and a gold-rush fever demanding constant exploration. I was born into an age of discovery, of revelations of something escaping my comprehension, and an unquenchable thirst to keep on searching. I was born into an era of curiosity, of realities beyond my wildest dreams, of a sky full of opportunity.
It’s a popular debate, whether to diligently write out your annual resolutions or to resolve not to change a thing, regardless of all the hype. Either way, you can’t deny the oxymoron behind it all.
A haphazard poem of varying rhythms and questionable rhymes. What a perfect metaphor for twenty-eighteen.
They say that when you feel something is missing from your life, you should fill the space yourself. I’m not exactly sure who “they” are, but I’ve been trying to take their advice to heart for a while now.