I often liken my love life to the pathetic fallacy found in a Bronte novel: a long and winding road tented by storm clouds and rain. Kidding.
Wise people, my parents.
We've become accustomed to repurposing and living vicariously through other people's work instead of going out and making our own.
Thinking back, the majority of the conflicts I've had in my life have been a result of offering up my two unwelcome cents, crossing that line between constructive truth-telling and preaching.
As a Canadian, we are sort of inherently built with an unshakable humility that at times can work against you.
There is something transformative about the act of finding your own way without a to-do list.
