Monday, November 02, 2015

On Confidence or lack of.

I've lived in Australia for almost six years now, and as the months pass, I feel further and further away from who I used to be when I lived in the states.

It could be because I've grown up and am no longer that College kid who thought she knew everything about the world, or it could be that I've just completely changed and have lost all of the confidence and bubbly personality that I once had. It could be a combination of both.

It makes me pretty sad when I think about the last five years in this country as 'friendless.' It's been hard not having another person to turn to to invite shopping or to go for dinner or wine dates. It's been hard looking for like-minded people to make friends with and coming up short. The first three years here were definitely like that. It's really only been the last 2 years that people have started to stick around. Protip: don't invest heavily on friendships with people on working holiday visas -- they leave after a year anyway!*

When I first moved here I was invested in making new friends, but for some reason nothing stuck.  It could have been that I was looking in all the wrong places, or maybe it could have been that people didn't want to let me into their tight-knit friend circles. It could have also been that I was awkward or loud or people didn't understand my sense of humor. Whatever it was, that year of searching for friends was futile and it ended up robbing me of my confidence.

I couldn't understand it.  Why would no one want to be friends with me? Did I say/do/see something wrong? Am I that weird girl that shows up to the party uninvited? I couldn't stop these thoughts from entering my mind. I felt pretty lonely and sad about it too. Even when Miguel arrived in the country, I was happy to have him here, but I still felt a void by not having any other friends.

What was even harder was that all of my friends back home were hanging together, and thanks to social media, I watched my friend circle grow closer without me. It was pretty hard stuff.

So the months and eventually years pass, and my attempts at making friends lessen.  I focus on my relationships with Miguel and my family, and I think that it's all I need to have a good life. Still deep, down inside I was sad about not having a girlfriend to hang out with. Three years pass like this, until finally random, but good friendships start to build from unlikely places.  Work mates become friends and randoms I've met at a party actually want to hang out after the party is over. Little by little, I build with these people until a solid friendship starts to exist. I was SO HAPPY! It was an amazing feeling to call a friend up and go on a dinner date sans Miguel or family member.

Fast forward to right before I started typing this post, where I am super hesitant to go to this spin class I just signed up for. The class is happening in 1 hour and 15 minutes and I'm still deciding if I have the guts to show up. Why am I feeling like this? Where is this anxiety coming from? I think it boils down to the fact that nearly six years ago in Australia, I lost my confidence.

...and now I need to get it back.

I figured the best way to do it was to really get out of my comfort zone. So I did the unthinkable and enrolled in some fitness dance classes. I have zero coordination skills and fitness in general makes me feel queasy. Also the awkward 10 mins before a class starts is the worst! But I gotta start somewhere right?

So I'm taking these random workout classes, and I'm standing outside of the workout room before class starts without my phone, and I'm looking people in the eye, and smiling and chatting and remembering what I was like in College, High School, Elementary School! The confidence has to be in here somewhere. I just have to keep reminding myself -- I can do it.

Any tips? Any advice? I'd love to hear. 

*Millie and Emily, I am not talking about you! ;)

Friday, August 28, 2015

Sydney Spotlight: Los Vida

For the last (nearly) six years I've lived in Sydney and had to subject myself to their substandard version of Mexican food.  When I first arrived here, the Mexican food was terrible. Disgusting. Un-eat-able.  I thought often: what is this hell I'm living in where the guacamole has sour cream in it and the tortillas are cold?! 

However, instead of deciding then and there that I would give up eating Mexican food in Sydney completely, I did the opposite.  I ate at every single Mexican establishment I could find.  There were some hits and many, many misses.  However, it seems these days there are more good finds then terrible ones. Has Sydney finally figured out that sour cream doesn't belong in guac? Have more Mexicans traveled to the land down under to open up shop? OR have my taste buds changed to accept sub-par Mexican food?! ...lets hope it's not the latter.

Anyway, all of this to say that today I stumbled upon a newly opened, Mexican Restaurant in Crows Nest...and oh my gosh it was GOOD.

I went to Los Vida with no real expectations. The logo looks really trendy, which sometimes can be a bad sign. Read: hipster best mates who visited Mexico once and decided they knew enough to open up a 'cool' restaurant. Barf. Needless to say, I was fantastically surprised when the tacos served were not only mouth-wateringly good, but also authentic.

There were radishes! and warm tortillas! The tortilla chips were made on site! What was this Mexican haven I had stumbled into?

I ordered just two tacos -- lamb barbacoa and one called Yucatan Fish. The rest of the table got an array of tacos and I was able to see what they all looked like.  The beef, pork and chicken were all shredded and looked run of the mill, but still delicious.  The original fish taco was beer battered and served with slaw; not so Mexican as much as it is Baja/Californian but it came with crunchy jalapenos on the top that made me want to order it for next time. The most interesting one had octopus in it, but I forgot to ask if it was yummy or not.

All the folks I dined with had nothing but good things to say too.

The place was decorated pretty kitschy as is standard in any Mexican restaurant in Sydney, but upon looking around it was obvious that those who designed it actually knew about real Mexican Culture. Which should be right, because the website boasts that the masterminds behind Los Vida are two Mexicans born & raised in Mexico City.

So there you go. That's why it was so good!

Should you visit Los Vida? Abso-freaken-lutely.  Do you need to travel all the way to Crows Nest? Not really, they have 2 locations in the City and one opening in Barangaroo this September. If you're going though, let me know. I'll meet you there. ;)

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Resolution Check In

2015 is over half way complete! Can you believe it? I thought I'd do a little resolution check in to see where we are now that we've passed the half way mark.

For the first time in my life, I can honestly say that I'm actively working toward meeting my resolution. Now that we're passed the half way point, I'm actually shocked that I've made it this far.
I think that the reason this little goal has stuck with me for this long was because of the way I wrote it.

Instead of it being about weight loss, my resolution was about strength, endurance, power.

This year my goal was to run 5 kilometers in 30 minutes.

I know to some of you that may sound like a silly goal or easily attainable, but for someone like me running for any amount of time at all, was/is a big deal. I've always hated doing any major physical activity, especially running. In fact, I hated it so much that I used to have nightmares about running marathons where my legs would be so heavy that I would need to push myself against a wall to gain momentum.  I would dream about this so often, that eventually I started to believe that I actually had heavy legs. Freaky.

But my legs aren't really heavy and running isn't scary, so the resolution shouldn't be either right? So armed with this knowledge, I began to run.

At first it was really hard. Sweat and lycra and gyms are kinda gross. It was also hard getting a running routine going and staying consistent. I'll be honest and say there were a lot of weeks in a row where I didn't get any running done. But my conscience would always get the better of me, and I'd eventually get back to running again.

Seven months in, I still haven't met my goal, but today I reached a significant milestone which inspired me to write this post today. I'm running the farthest I've ever run for longer and longer stretches of time each time.

I'm proud of myself, really and truly because for the first time, I'm feeling fit and healthy and I'm making the right choices for myself.

Healthy living isn't always about the numbers on the scale. It's about living your life as best and as active and as happy as you can.

I'm excited to check back with you again in December to find out whether or not I've made or even surpassed my goal. Regardless of the results, I'll be sure to share.

How about you? Have you kept up with your resolutions?  I'd love to know.


Sunday, June 28, 2015


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I just want to take a moment to shout hooray for the beautiful decision made by the Supreme Court of the United States of America yesterday. It's such a joy to know that my LGBTQ loved ones back in the states now have the same rights to marriage that my hetero loved ones do.

Australia, here's hoping you're next.

The fight for equality is long and arduous, but when massive wins like this happen in the super power that is America, it brings with it a huge beacon of hope.

Here's to a better tomorrow!

Friday, June 12, 2015

Sydney Spotlight: The Grounds of Alexandria

Hey guys! I'm back with another installment of Sydney Spotlight!

This time around we're talking about The Grounds of Alexandria.  If you're a Sydney-sider than you need no introduction to this place.  In fact, you're probably rolling your eyes at me for even thinking about featuring this ridiculously popular space. Don't worry, I'm rolling my eyes too.

The Grounds of Alexandria is a lot of land amidst the warehouse wasteland that is the suburb of Alexandria. The Grounds are made up of a few restaurants, a flower shop, a meats and cheese shop and a tiny petting zoo.  On the weekends it gets ridiculously packed with young families consisting of hip mums pushing ultra cool prams and their bearded husbands.

That simple fact alone makes me stay far away from this place most of the time, but as you may recall, I was off sick for about 2 weeks recovering from a surgery.  One not-so-sore morning I woke up craving waffles like nothing else. I googled and googled and came up with nothing. (Sydney doesn't do breakfast waffles well.) So I settled for the next best thing -- pancakes.

The Grounds cafe boasted a Berry Hotcake, which sounded amazing.

The menu reads: BERRY HOTCAKE An instant classic, dishing up a berry hotcake with vanilla-infused mascarpone cheese, blueberry & raspberry salad, puffed quinoa, micro basil, edible violets and agave syrup. 

...and this is the reason I am spotlighting The Grounds.

This hotcake was the best I've ever had.  The puffed quinoa was surprising and did well to counter the softness of the hotcake and cream.  The berries and micro basil were fresh and lively and the agave syrup was the perfect amount of sweetness.

Also, I didn't feel guilty eating this at all.

I ate it all up.


Beyond the amazingness of the hotcake, everything else was pretty good too.  The waitresses were attentive despite how insanely busy it was for a Wednesday morning.  The coffee was nice, but it took about 15 minutes to get to the table.  Again, it was insanely busy. The decor was rustic, the seats were comfy and it was a good place for a solo diner to people watch.

After eating this beauty, I'm convinced that The Grounds surely has more delicious food to offer.  Going alone means I couldn't taste anyone else's food, so I truly have no idea. But now I'm thinking it might be worth braving the crowds and dodging the prams just to ease my curiosity.

Is The Grounds worth the hype? Was this hotcake a one off? I think I might have to dodge the mummy prams just to see. ;)


p.s. more Sydney Spotlights here.

Tuesday, June 02, 2015

Veganism: Weeks 2 & 3

A couple weeks back I blogged about my first week into the big bad world of veganism.  Here's a little update on weeks two and three.

Week 2 was a roller coaster.

I came into the week feeling pretty crummy.  I wanted brownies and cheese and alcohol, and I even blogged while I was in the throws of it. Let me remind you that not only was I in full Vegan mode, I was also in full diet mode, which meant no carbs, no sugars and no drinks. It was tough.

I ate quinoa "burger" patties and guacamole with yuca chips, which felt like a cop-out since I wasn't actually cooking any food. I made myself feel guilty for not making my food from scratch, which in my head, meant that the pre-packaged food wasn't as healthy.

Also, it was freezing and raining that week and it made me so cranky that I didn't even want to think about cooking.

Still, the quinoa patties were good, and accompanied with carrot and green bean fries, I really had nothing to be complaining about.

On Wednesday I decided to get out of my rut and cook a 'real' meal. I had this idea about crunchy tofu that was soft and silky on the inside with Asian vegetables served on the side.

In theory it seemed good, but in practice... not so much. The type of tofu I bought was different than what I was used to, and try as I might to give it a nice crunchy skin, it just wasn't happening.  When it would finally get the golden brown color on one side,  I would flip the tofu over and the crunchy-ness would just peel off. It was also incredibly moist in the inside and was all around difficult to handle. 

Next time, I think I'm supposed to place the tofu between two plates so the moisture comes out? Apparently it could take a couple hours... and honestly this girl has zero time for that. I'd end up eating at 9pm!! 

The Asian veggies served with it ended up being fine. The miso sauce I made to cover everything was nice, but I couldn't get pass the bland tofu. 

The rest of the week was full of eating weird filler things that aren't memorable.  Edamame, boring salads, and cashews could sum it up easily. 

My moral hit rock bottom. 

By the time week 3 rolled around, and after a trip to my Mom's on Sunday, I was in better spirits. Full disclosure: she made bulalo. It is not vegan. It is not vegetarian. It is very carnivorous. It was also the end of a really bad week, so I ate it.  Furthermore, we were 'officially not dieting' on that day, and I had a brownie and drank some vodka. It was awesome. 

While at my Mom's I had a little revelation. I didn't really miss meat that much. Sure the beef in the bulalo tasted amazing, but I was much more interested in the warm potatoes and soft carrots that had been stewing in that sauce for so long. Yummmmmm 

So on Monday of week 3, I picked myself up and cooked the first vegan meal in a week that I was truly happy with. 

It's a Spanish style Quinoa Paella with guacamole and jalapeƱos on top. 

Oh my gosh this was so good, that my mouth is currently watering as a I type this at 9:34am.  The crunchy, charred bits of the 'paella' mixed with the smoothness of the guac plus the hits of spiciness from the bell peppers and chillies made a perfect combination. 

I was back at it and felt on top of the world! YEAH VEGAN LIFE! WOO! 

...and then came Tuesday. 

Tuesday was the day of my Septoplasty surgery which would finally fix my terrible sinuses. 

I had every intention of staying vegan or at least vegetarian during the healing time post operation. I wanted to keep this new lifestyle going regardless of whatever adversity faced me, but in this particular situation, I couldn't.

What was supposed to be a simple day surgery ended up being an over night stay due to my increasingly low blood pressure.  As the day progressed, my blood pressure kept getting lower and lower. At one point they even called the emergency doctors.  It was definitely a scary time. 
I knew that when I was discharged I had to do what I needed to do to get my levels back to normal. 

To us that meant getting off the diet and eating foods rich in iron and protein, especially whilst I was on antibiotics and pain medication. 

I'm still in the midst of recovering from surgery with about a week left to go til I'm fully healed. I'm confident that once I'm all healed up I'll be able to resume the vegan or at least vegetarian lifestyle.  

Fingers crossed!


Thursday, May 21, 2015

Vegan Week 1.5 -- Struggle Street.

So the other day I posted about going vegan to lose some weight.  I had just finished up a week of veggie only meals and was feeling fabulous! It was all rainbows and sunshine and veggie patches! not so much.

I'm struggling you guys -- big time -- and I don't know whether it's all in my head or if my body is actually weak.

At first I thought maybe my body is lacking in iron. I used to eat a lot of red meat, so it was a pretty easy assumption to make. But then I found out that spinach, whole grains, tofu and beans all contain iron, which are foods I've been eating plenty of all week!

Then I thought maybe it's the lack of sugar in my diet? But I've been having stevia in my coffee and breakfast yogurt every morning.  Full disclosure -- greek yogurt isn't vegan. I've been having it for brekkie every morning. I forgot to mention that caveat in my last post! woops.

Or could it be that maybe I'm just feeling sleepy and I need a little caffeine to pep me up? Nope, drank some green tea and even had a coffee and both did absolutely nothing for me.

I'm at a loss you guys. I have no idea why I feel like I'm in a perpetual state of lala land today.

Fingers crossed it goes away soon.


Monday, May 18, 2015

Veganism: week 1

A couple weeks back I was challenged, by my mother no less, to go veggie for a full month. She spun a tale about needing a partner to eat healthy with, and wanting to lose some extra weight, and would i pleeeease join her for one month of vegetable hell?!

Before she even finished her spiel I was already shaking my head vigorously. Why on earth would I want to diet when I felt that I was already doing a decent job of eating healthily? Diets are not my thing. Food is.  

But then our lunch date went on, and we got to talking about health and weight loss and goals, and slowly I found must getting convinced. By the end of the lunch we were diving into rules, boundaries and timelines. My mother is quite the convincing woman. 

The rules were set: 1 month living the vegan lifestyle minus the carbs and sugar. There would be no meat, no bread and no glorious chocolate. We set the start date for the day after Mother's Day, so I had some time to adjust to the challenge and do some research. 

Immediately I felt like the food options available to me had drastically decreased. I knew that if wanted to be successful I wouldn't eat out. I would have to cook all the food myself. This actually worked in my favour because I wanted to disappear from the social scene in May so that I could save some money. It worked against me because I had no idea what to cook, and it was scary to not have any fast food back up plans in case my cooking turned out terrible. But I had no choice. 

On the eve of the challenge I Pintresseted some options and landed on the ever popular Oh She Glows website. Finding her was like finding the Vegan messiah. Every recipe posted was vegan, looked filling and most importantly wasn't a recipe for a cold salad. (It's winter here, and nothing is turning me off atm more than a cold salad. yuck!) I found pages and pages of interesting recipes, and I decided on my first week of meals: veggie chilli, green tacos and tomato and lentil soup

Veggie Chili 

I went to the grocery, purchased things I've never purchased before like lentils and came home to make the first meal of the menu: veggie chilli.  The verdict? Amazingly delicious and incredibly filling! A couple nights later I made the tacos which called for some weird lentil/walnut "meat" mixture. I was skeptical, but it too was amazing. Tonight I made the tomato and lentil soup and again, I have nothing but good things to say!

Green Taco
1 week in and my body is feeling fantastic. I don't think I've lost any weight per se, but I do feel lighter if that's a thing. I don't get nearly as bloated as I used to and oddly enough, I'm not missing meat. Don't get me wrong, I'm craving French fries and ice cream every day and I can never get dessert out of my head after I finish a meal, but I'm finding substitutes for these cravings. 

(half eaten) Tomato & Lentil Soup 

I'm excited to see how week two goes and whether or not I'll be in such high spirits this time next week. 

What do you guys think? Am I crazy? Would love to hear. 


*I took these pics in haste hence the weird angles/blurry lines etc. I actually wasn't planning to write this post and include these pics! I'll try harder next time... 

Monday, March 30, 2015

The Most Awesome Day Off

*Warning this post is a bit self-indulgent. Read on to see lots of photos of my face.* 

I'm one of the lucky ones who work for a company that believe in the coveted RDO or Registered Day Off.  It's a beautiful little perk to my job that allows me one day off a month in return for lessening my lunch from one hour to 40 minutes, which obviously is so worth it.

Normally I utilize my day to do those boring necessary life tasks like going to the doctors, but this time I wanted to have a no holds barred, perfectly Praxis day off. Here's what I did.

I started my day with a little reading session in the jacuzzi upstairs.  One of my favorite things to do lately, is spend the morning relaxing in the spa reading a good book. No one ever thinks to come up in the morning, so it's like the jacuzzi is all mine.  I'm currently reading Wild, and after a slow start, am starting to love it.

Then I decided to get my lazy butt moving and head over to the gym.  It was cool to go during the day and see how different the dynamic is from the night time when I normally go.  I really pushed myself on the treadmill this day and managed to run 4 kilometers in 30 minutes! It was the farthest I've ever run in that time.  I know I still have a long way to go to meet my goals, but I was really proud of myself to get that far. 

After that, my sweaty self checked out the new Mambo exhibition in our building. The artwork was crazy, outlandish and fun.  The brand has been around since the eighties and their latest project is a collaboration with DC comics. #poorbatman 

Nothing better than a delicious lunch after a workout. 

...and then after a few hours some whisky to put the calories right back on.

I was meeting Miguel and some friends for after work drinks, so I obviously had to pregame while getting ready. Tee Hee!

Then came the best part -- meeting up with friends, drinking copiously, eating pizza at Frankies, dancing to death metal and to Journey and taking extra happy faced snapchats to cement the occasion. 

It was the perfect day. 

May God bless the human who invented the RDO. 



Friday, March 13, 2015

I'm Just SO Proud! + a bit of that Anonymous message to Kanye.

This week has been an incredible one for my family. My step dad, sister, her boyfriend and mine have all accomplished little (big!) victories in their lives in these last seven days.

I won't embarrass them and lay it all out here, but I will say that I am just so proud!

Watching these four achieve success this week was a real reminder that through hard work, dedication and a touch of creativity one can really move towards greatness.

Congrats to them!

...While I spent this afternoon being so happy for my family, I stumbled upon this message sent to Kanye West by the Anonymous group.

Now while I can't say I agree with everything they've said, I did find one point quite important.

Kanye West sings "no one man can have all that power." But he does right? He is an internationally known, wealthy, loud, opinion-driven man.  He can say almost anything and millions of fans will lean on his every word.  I know, I'm one of them! But instead of using his 'power' for good (cue Peter Parker) it seems he uses his celebrity to push the agenda that he says he is actively fighting.

It feels like one big confusing circle.  He rejects the 'New Slave'* mentality, but yet is completely involved with fashion, celebrity and using sex to sell objects. You can't be a 'Renaissance Man' if you're pushing the stuff everyone else is pushing. You can't reject the 'New Slave' mentality if you're one yourself.

The Anonymous message as a whole was about using success and power to do good. It bashed Kanye sure, but I think the main agenda was to explain that power and success should be used wisely.

I found it quite poignant that this message was released on the same day that members of my family were experiencing their little successes. It served as a great reminder to use power and success for good.

Weird, mis-mashed blog? Sure!
...but hey at least we've finally moved on from those Currently posts right?


*I hate the term New Slave. I think it's inappropriate and disrespectful.  Kanye made it up, not me!

Monday, March 09, 2015

The Galentines Weekend That Was (or a small reflection on sisterhood.)

Valentines Day flowers in full bloom!
I can't believe nearly a month has passed since Valentines day. Be that as it may, I couldn't let any more days slip by without telling you all about my Valentines weekend -- Galentines, if you will.

Let me preface this by saying Valentines is one of my favorite holidays in the year. Not because I'm into the cheesy hallmark spectacle, (Shh! I kinda am!)  but more because I enjoy taking the night to have real conversations with Miguel about our relationship. We cover all things: where it's been, where it is and where we see ourselves going in the future.  It really is one of the few nights in the year where we make intentional predictions and decisions about our life together.

This year however was a little different.

Miguel being overseas meant that I had to rethink my valentines agenda, and after a little rejigging around, Galentines weekend was born!

I have a couple of girlfriends who live outside of Sydney in the Central Coast -- a gorgeous little municipality full of tiny suburbs surrounded by water and people who enjoy living a laid back lifestyle.  It was the perfect weekend location.

My vision was this -- swimming, girl talk and LOTS of cheese.

We weren't kidding about the cheese.

Armed with this vision for our weekend, my gal pals and I let ourselves go.  We chatted away til the wee hours of the night.  We drank copious amounts of wine. We even booked ourselves in for hour long massages.

When the sun shone, we hung out by the pool and when we were tired of being outside, we watched chick flicks and food shows.

It may have been the epitome of a perfect weekend.  I came home feeling rejuvenated and so lucky to have finally made some awesome girlfriends in Australia.

Sometimes I wonder to myself what I've missed out on by being coupled up in my twenties. I imagine my weekends filled with ladies nights, wine tastings, dancing til 3 am in the bar with randoms. I wonder if I've stopped myself from getting to have these experiences -- trading them in for pizza nights in, movie dates and looking forward to the weekend grocery shop.  Have I missed out?

But then weekends like this, remind me that nope, I haven't.  I've got the best of both worlds, truly. Which should probably be normal right? Weekends at home will always be my favorite, but a sprinkling of a girls weekend out every so often will always be my favorite too.


Tuesday, February 17, 2015

On Nostalgia

Have you ever caught yourself day dreaming about the past? 

I find that sometimes I get a twisted, knotty feeling in my belly when a certain song comes on or I catch a whiff of a certain smell or see a picture pop up online that I had forgotten existed. That one moment, a tiny little reminder of what once was, has the power to send me in a spiral of memories that will flood my brain for the rest of the day. 

I sometimes wonder if it's normal to feel so nostalgic all the time. 

I'm constantly thinking about things that happened in the past as perfect little moments in history. Yet as the moment was happening it didn't feel perfect.  That relationship, friendship, event wasn't the epitome of perfection at that time.  What is it about time passing that makes everything feel infinitely better than what it really was? I guess time has the power to erase all the bad and leave only the good, sweet little details. 

Is this a good thing? Who knows.  Tell me I'm not the only one sitting here battling with my nostalgia. Do you do this too? 


Wednesday, February 11, 2015

A Little 'Refresher Course' on Me.

Miguel's been gone for the last few days on an amazing mountaineering course in New Zealand.  I'm ecstatic that the boy is off exploring and checking off things on his bucketlist, but being up in the mountains means there's no phone reception. I haven't heard from him since Saturday. *sniffle sniffle*

I bet I sound dramatic and overbearing.  I bet if I read this on someone else's blog, I would roll my eyes. I'm not a controlling girlfriend guys, I swear.  I just like to know that he's alive every once in a while.  Just a little smoke signal every now and then to prove that he's still surviving in those New Zealand mountains would be perfect.  That's not asking for too much is it?


So while he's been Bear Grylls-ing his life away, I've been having copious amounts of alone time -- something I haven't had in such abundance of in years.
Hello, Praxis, nice to hang out with you again. 

I wouldn't say I'm reveling in it, but I wouldn't say I'm struggling with it either.  I'm just... alright?

I've been enjoying doing the little things on my own -- going to the gym, cooking my favorite foods, sprawling out on the bed etc.  Those things have been nice.  I've also truly loved not having anything or anyone to worry about other than myself.  It's nice to just think about what I want without having to think about compromising with anyone else.  Not that Miguel and I are in a constant state of compromise, it's just nice to put the romance movie on without getting flack for it.

The other stuff hasn't been so fun though. There's no one to comment on what the contestants are cooking in My Kitchen Rules.  There's no one to share the cheeseboard with.  There's no one to tell me to scoot over on the couch.  There's no one to keep me company in the late hours of the night. That stuff is no fun.

If we put a positive spin on all this it would be something like, Praxis gets to have a refresher course on herself. She gets to reconnect with herself for two weeks, and after she's gotten reacquainted with herself, her guy arrives back home and she gets to continue this relationship with a renewed appreciation for herself and her relationship.  (that's a lot of 'RE's!)

Pretty good right?

So here's to refreshers! May we all get to take little 'refresher courses' in life that remind us who and what we are about.