flu diaries

Something I've been thinking about through this haze of sweat and aching:  folks who sit on their asses all day doing exactly what I’ve been doing baffles me. After only two days of moving only from bed to kitchen to toilet and back, slowly and painfully because of having absolutely no strength and dizziness, cabin fever is ensuing. I’ve watched everything on the fall tv lineup has to offer (thank god, it's pretty good) and have made a considerable dent on the movies on my hard drive. I wonder how people can do this week in week out? I haven’t left the house since yesterday morning and I’m already climbing the walls.

Although I feel alert, The Headache (it deserves caps/bold) is like someone hit me on the head with a baseball bat. We're not talking someone with normal human strength here, think of hammer-wielding god Thor.

Get me out of this island of sickness I call my bedroom. I need human interaction and for food to stop tasting like rat poison. 

Positive note: I watched Drive. LA pulp thriller. Very brutal. Very slick. Great visual flair. Although at times directionless, the acceleration should be enough.

xo em

symmetry

so many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. the very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. the joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.

"Well I got a bad liver and broken heart,
yeah, I drunk me a river since you
tore me apart”

STAY HUNGRY, STAY FOOLISH

one year later

I left on my big adventure yesterday - one year ago. Eight months of kaleidoscopic excitement and constantly chasing the waves. Some days it feels so claustrophobic here. Everything used to feel like neon lights. I miss being in the air and having a view from my window seat side where I could see the clouds below - knowing that something completely unexpected is coming my way. People comment on the change in me. I feel the change all around me - that being idle and knowing everything that I could be experiencing is the hardest part.

While homecooked meals and daily showers are a luxury I hold dear, I grew to love that backpack and dirty hair.



xo em

one hundred years of style

Muskoka one more time

Up at the Devon's cottage once more...

falling asleep with shoes on. OH HELL! tournaments. new unusual friends gallore. pitch black drunken walks. bbq all the time. no sun. no swim. dance party breakdowns. stranger text messages. charades app. sunsets. buying poutine and then immediately dropping poutine. brrrrrrr, bye bye summer.

so many grilled veggies

 sunset in Bala.

xo Em