It’s pretty early-on in March, but it feels like this winter has been a particularly rocky one. I thought I had experienced all the different types of winter Toronto had to offer but this has been one that makes me desire more palm trees and less icy sidewalks.
appreciating pink nail polish
stretching my brain’s capacity for change
saving pennies for adventures
reading A Feast for Crows by George R.R. Martin
thinking about hula-hooping in the park once it is really spring
listening to Wes Anderson soundtracks
drinking peanut butter & banana smoothies
being my typical hermit self
quoting Steve Martin in “The Jerk”
looking for the difference
trying to make my hair as big as possible
remembering another version of me