The Year That Was

Dec 25, 2013 by

I’m not going to sugar coat this year and tell you how fabulous it was, how utterly inspiring everything I’ve done has been. The truth is, as you will soon come to see, my life has been completely imbalanced. That, and this past year has been the most difficult time in my life to date. One of the main reasons I haven’t been able to write about all that properly just yet is because I’m still not quite sure where the story begins and where the story ends. I have been actively searching for the beginning and conclusion in the mess of this trying tale, yet it sits idly on the horizon, just out of reach. Part of my problem is that the huge imbalance in my life prevents me from making the trek...

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Reflecting On A Few Things: Optometry School Is Like…...

Nov 20, 2013 by

  At the beginning of my first year in optometry school last September, one of the upper years told me, “Optometry is like jail. You have to do your time, but you will get out.” It wasn’t until this year that I understood firsthand what he was telling me. Optometry at Waterloo is a four year program, and I am almost finished my first term of second year. At this point in the program, I feel like I am in the middle of a gymnastics foam pit, trying to climb through and over piles of mushy foam to get out. It’s not easy. I might have landed a perfect spinning, tumbling leap to get into the pit, but getting out is another consideration altogether. I don’t write this to complain or speak negatively of...

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A Little bLinking Love

Nov 13, 2013 by

It’s starting to get colder in Waterloo, though admittedly, not Winnipeg-cold. The snow has stayed on the ground, for now, and when I go out, I remember to put on a heavier coat and grab the cozy mitts my grandmother and I knitted together years ago. In the evenings, I cuddle my hot water bottle and burn an apple cider scented candle. I think of my balsam scented candle waiting in the cupboard, and I resist the urge to burn it. It’s not December yet.  November turns a corner, and as I navigate through these final weeks of term, there it is waiting for me patiently, quietly, with a soft smile and a warm glow: Christmas, home-for-the-holidays, my dog Penny, hugs from my grandparents, the scent of a real Christmas tree thawing by my front...

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It Was A Graveyard Smash

Oct 30, 2013 by

This past weekend was a Halloween sandwich, the bread being hockey. With a hockey game on Saturday night and a hockey game on Sunday morning (and being a girl with my priorities all straightened out), I almost didn’t go to the optometry Halloween party, which landed right in the middle of those hockey games like a big dollop of mayo. There was no way I was going to miss hockey to curl my hair, and there was no way I was going to miss hockey for being too hungover (although some  many of my teammates did fall prey to one or both of these situations. You know who you are. *glares*). Given the shenanigans of last year’s event and all the fabulous costumes thought up by my brilliant classmates, deep down I knew I didn’t want...

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That Time Of Year

Aug 24, 2013 by

I write you right now from one of those motels that screams Dexter and Breaking Bad all at once, one of those motels that you drive by and think, “nothing good happens there.” This is the kind of motel that is likely hosting some sort of drug deal and/or murder at this moment and makes me leery of taking a shower for fear of a man with a knife stabbing me through the curtains to the sounds of sharp violins. Outside, a black car with black sunglasses sitting on the dash is parked beside my little silver car. Three large, black motorcycles are parked along the other side of the mostly sparse motel parking lot. My cat is padding around, smelling the lingering scent of big, wet dog, and I’m wiling away the hours with bad TV on...

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A Lesson In Luxury

May 10, 2013 by

Last August, I had the great fortune of being able to attend my friend Anishka’s engagement party at a swanky restaurant in Toronto. Anishka is a friend I’ve known since grade 7, and I don’t often dream about my wedding or the weddings of others, alone or with friends, but she is one person with whom doing this was actually fun. We had our men all picked out, our dream jobs and even the floor plan of our conjoined dream home beside the ocean all drawn out. Having known her all these years, and having spent so many hours with her with our heads in the clouds, the stars, whatever, it is truly a blessing to see this all play out, to know the man she is actually marrying, and what’s more – to...

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