Just give me something/ Something I can use/ People love it when you lose/ They love dirty laundry. – Don Henley
Some years ago, I started a blog chronicling my Friday nights as a single girl living in a big city.
I wish every day was Friday. Happy hour starts a little earlier, responsibilities dwindle, spontaneity and bad behaviour linger near. For me Friday’s always meant freedom, friends, and usually too many vodka sodas.
Surprisingly, the night that I had decided was for letting loose and not giving a shit was the night that always seemed to teach me a lot about who I was, what I wanted, what I was worth, and the best lesson – how to laugh at it all.
So I started to write about such nights. And then I wanted to write about everything from Saturday-Thursday too.
I was like Carrie Bradshaw minus the expensive shoes. And if you want to know what kind of person I am, I was always rooting for Mr. Big.
I am a big fan of the raw, the vulnerable, the depth in the seemingly simple, and most of all, the hilarious. You will find all of that here. A writer whose name I have failed to remember once said that writing is having a conversation with life, and I couldn’t agree more.
This blog is now a collection of all of my words: magazine articles, book reviews, and musings about living a life by one’s own design.
I say yes to out-of-body spiritual woo-woo stuff on yoga retreats. I say yes to doubles on Thursdays. Yes to personal development seminars and the self-help section at Chapters. Yes to making terrible decisions and laughing about them later.
That quote from a blog posted many moons ago describes me pretty well.
I am a writer, and a lover of all things artistic & creative. A fortune cookie told me so, whose wrinkled piece of paper I display on my fridge.
I am also a visual merchandiser, obsessed with the strategy and creativity behind why we buy. As much as I feel like my words aren’t meant to remain hidden in a journal, I don’t like to spend my days in front of a screen. I want color and texture and light and movement.
I am currently working on a book, one that’s been in the works for years, but is turning into something much bigger and of more depth than I originally imagined. I joke that it’s going to be the next great piece of feminist literature. But I also used to joke that I wanted to be compared to the likes of Carrie Bradshaw, and then that happened. So, you never know. xo