I can’t tell you how to live the life of your dreams, manifest your soul mate, or make money on Instagram.
I actually hate Instagram.
(But I still use it.)
In 2014, I left my marriage, my home and my semi-fancy TV job to travel the world. I thought travel would help me figure myself out, and then I’d find true love and live happily ever after. This did not happen. Instead, I started to learn how to be alone, and how much I sucked at it.
Then I made a podcast about it.
I write other stuff, too. I’ve written for The Rumpus, the CBC, The National Post, the Huffington Post, Lonely Planet, and the History and Discovery channels. And I write copy for businesses and creatives. (More on that over here.)
I like books over phones, snort-laughing over small talk, and naps over networking. I’m trying to hustle less and help more. I believe in equality, boundaries, mistakes, and mac and cheese. And Indiana Jones movies. Except that last one.
“Maybe these things take a while to develop. Maybe people change. Maybe vulnerability grows.” So I waited, even though I knew – or at least, the loud lady living in the corner of my brain knew – that people don’t change on a dime like that, unless they are characters in Hollywood movies.
And then, Ruble died.read more
I have, to my surprise and horror, met someone I like.
It’s not serious. I can’t do serious yet. I am still too traumatized by serious. Even leaving a bottle of contact lens solution at his house feels transgressive. He gave me a toothbrush because I forgot mine, and I had to stop myself from throwing it out afterwards to delete the evidence.
He loves to travel.
He doesn’t want kids. At all. Ever.
“I’m going out of my mind,” I whisper to my friend Susan.
“Me, too,” she whispers back. “But don’t forget: it’s Day 2.”read more