I generally suck at forming habits, but here's one I'm really going to gun for - buy myself flowers on Saturday. I don't know why I haven't taken to this. I bike by the crazy luscious flower shops on Avenue Road every single day for years now and collapse in their gorgeousness and want all of the flowers. They're amazing and they make me so happy.
Here's to a life filled with abundance and joy! Happy Easter, friends.
So let's get serious for a minute, folks. If I'm going to do this New Zealand thing, I gotta get my head on straight and get organized. I have three oral exams left in my degree. I figure leaving after I'm done two of these is a good idea. Then I'll only have to fly back to Toronto to defend. I'll also need $ - flights, vet bills, quarrantine fees, first few months rent on a place, visas, driver's license fees.
For the first time I'm going to snag a picture off the internet for my blog. Thanks, dude, the batteries in my camera were dead and I couldn't snag a picture of this wine I drank last night. I always buy based on the label. This held true last night, but it has an extra symbolic punch. Not only is it rockin - a little kiwi bird in her montgolfier - but with this purchase was my official psychological commitment to move to New Zealand. As soon as possible, ideally within the next 18 months.
Living abroad has always been a dream of mine. I'm sick of Toronto and frankly apart from home there is no where else in Canada that really yanks on my heart. I need the beach and a vehicle and access to ski hills.
And now I have nothing but steely resolve to get exactly what I want and just be so utterly myself, the CEO of my life, that I just had to run out and buy wine from New Zealand.