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I don't talk about tomorrow because I want more today.  I look forward to the future.

Today is just that.  Occasionally mundane, flecks of calm in a storm of change.  Tomorrow is bright, shiny and new.

Together, we can do great things.

I still lace the shoes...

...but no longer tape the foot, eat the power bar or drink the gatoraide.

It's a sad state of affairs when I consider it an achievement to complete a slow, short run with no (additional) pain.  Don't even ask what happens when I kickbox.

This getting old thing is no fun.

Let the rest of the band go home...

This blog is dead. Whatever.

This blog used to act as my outlet. My outlet for general thoughts, (un)masked fears and my life for what it was and what it could be. Fast forward four years ...

Baby be absolutely quiet...

I did it. Yet, there is still more to do. That scares me the most.

...So some will tell you to toughen up
But this old life is all your got
How much insanity can anyone take?
It's burning down...

Tonight I return to those feelings of helplessness, slight intoxication and unrest. Except I am not helpless. I never was.

...bare feet dancing crazy

in shards of wineglasses...

Overlooking King West, it’s a quiet Toronto morning with polite nods to the neighbours and strategic placement of the skin so as to maximize colour.

It’s been a quiet weekend, actually. The only exception being a fun evening with sangria, grey goose and my two partners in crime. A celebration for a year without any law society complaints but really just an excuse to socialize.

The summer months relax me. Eat, Pray, Love. I’m trying it out. The small lessons from the book, that is.

24 hours...

This blog has gotten old. It’s really too bad.

Life got in its way.

It’s the job (14), you know. It’s life (3). It’s the need for sleep (7).

I haven’t done much to warrant a post about music or art for quite some time. I can tell you all about Board Area 3 and institutional, commercial and industrial sectors, though.

The good news is that I plan to being working on my creative side. I have a art project underway for the staircase. I may also be acquiring a piano.

It’s a start. Balance must be achieved.

It is what it is....

Tonight, the night before I am really a lawyer, there were fireworks. Symbolic of the journey, perhaps? Or maybe a send off as we begin our amazing European adventure that also starts tomorrow.

It's been quite the haul and I'm glad it's over.

I couldn't have done it without you, you know. You have been my rock since the beginning. You celebrated my victories and helped me find my way through the rest. Instead of letting me throw in the towel, you handed it to me...

It's difficult to reflect on the past 10 months. There's too much to say. I'll just leave it for what it is.

Bliss.

oh running...

... how I've missed you.

The smooth and even breathing, the wind in my ears, the pounding of the pavement. Even the ache in the knees. It's never the same on a treadmill at ridiculous hours. If I'm going to run that late or that early it should at least give me pleasure.

A HotDoc made me think that every situation has two stories. It's never really as it seems. But the truth always comes out.

Even if it is a box of tapes.