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steel and a diamond

“There are three things extremely hard: steel, a diamond, and to know one’s self.” – Benjamin Franklin

To know oneself is a long process. It’s one that never ends and one that I hope doesn’t until the end of my days.

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me, myself, and I

As a society we rely a little too much on ourselves. We want to control EVERYTHING about every aspect of our lives: career, health, relationships. Managing our own relationships even goes so far as to say that “we are our own best friend”. Being your own best friends is a way to express that you’re so jaded by the world that you have no other choice than to trust only yourself and call yourself your best friend.

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on confidence

I think about this all the time: how would I rate my confidence. If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile you’ll notice that I go through varying levels of confidence. I’m always aware of where I stand when dealing with my own confidence. Like anyone, there are times when I feel really confident and there are times when I don’t.

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starting off on the right foot

I’m going to be totally upfront and honest about this. What keeps me sane and helps me keep my problems in perspective so that they don’t overwhelm me is God. I’m not going to say that I never feel overwhelmed by things and I’m never wrought with problems, but God keeps them in check for me.

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prized possessions

The prompt for today is to upload a picture to this blog about my “most prized possession”. I expect that I would be able to come up with something really easily; that ONE thing that I would protect with my life and would DIE if anything were to happen to it, but nothing came to mind. I have a few things that I love and mean a lot to me, but  I feel kind of silly putting so much value into an object. So I’m just going to go head and list a few things .

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little red house on the horizon

I got my eyes checked the other day. They say you’re supposed to undergo an appointment every two years to make sure everything in the optical front is working properly. I remember not minding eye appointments; nothing beats the torture of sitting in a dentist’s chair with your mouth wide open while someone with latex gloves pokes around at your gums and withdraws blood by way of floss. No matter what I do I can never seem to satisfy the dentists – no matter how hard, frequent, or meticulous I am with dental care they always ask me how often I’m flossing.

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10 Things To Watch For At NYFW 2014

February is one of my favourite months. Not only  does it consist of my birthday, the day of love (whether you love it or hate it), twenty-eight days, and lots and lots of chocolate, it also means New York Fashion Week.

There’s been a lot of hype about this year’s fashion week, but instead of the usual “who’s wearing what?” I get a sense that the questions we’re starting to ask are more along the lines of how to avoid street style photogs, who’s being cut from the shows,  and how will designers and the fashion industry continue to push the limits in diversity?

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hold tight

As much as we like to believe we fully understand each other and we can fully put ourselves in someone else’s shoes, we can’t. We can to a certain extent (some more so than others) relate to each other on a very intimate level, but to claim that we can see the world from someone else’s perspective is pure insanity.

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afternoon at the cocktail bar

First blog post for February’s Monthly Writing Challenge. The theme for the month is perspective.

Angela just walked into the bar. She was my relief for the rest of the evening. I started work at 11am that morning; it was a slow day. Nobody comes into the bar that early in the morning. Not in Yaletown, anyway. But they have to go somewhere for a midday cocktail, right? I wonder where they go.

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