I didn’t intend to be car-free.
When I was 18, like many Canadians, I studied the learner’s handbook, practiced driving, and got my license. I’m still shocked it’s that easy to let someone barely out of their teens drive a vehicle made of thousands of pounds of metal. My first car was a 1973 Dodge Dart my grandma gave me. I’d jam punk rock mix-tapes in the radio cassette player, rev my engine, and speed around with all the reckless naivety of youth. Continue reading Living carefree and car-free in the city Delighting in alternative forms of transportation in a car-centric land
After instances such as divorce, the death of a spouse, or simply after being single for a long time, it can be harrowing to dive back into the dating pool. Read the stories and advice from our contributors. Continue reading Navigating the tricky waters of dating How dating can vary during different times of your life
With all the changes happening at Northlands, my job is going away and with it, my future is up in the air, with no known destination.
A large part of my income will be gone as of the new year when the division of Northlands as we know it will begin. Then, at the end of the horse racing season, the rest of my income will dry up.
The slow fade of watching the paycheques becoming smaller and smaller is terrifying. Should I call it quits now before the paycheques become too small? Or do I ride it out as long as possible? Continue reading Opportunity comes in strange disguises The slow fade of a job brings to light a new career
From as far back as I can remember, I have never felt good enough. By the time I reached adolescence, that feeling intensified to feelings of complete unworthiness. Although therapy and life experience helped heal some of that trauma, a lingering sense of personal dislike still lies within.
There has always been an invisible glass wall that separates my true talents and self from the outside world. However, this wall cannot hide what people can see on the outside. To prevent people from seeing what I felt about myself inside, I have been hypercritical about my appearance. Continue reading The decision to embark on a self-love project Turning criticism into love is an ongoing battle
Four hundred and four.
The number stares back at me from the screen, its audacity fit for the Neon Sign Museum. How does someone who has spent over 10,000 hours pouring over resumes, interviewing candidates, and hiring people apply for 404 jobs and not land a single one? By most measures, I would be considered an expert. I know what recruiters look for. In any other industry, my level of insider knowledge would put me on a fraud watch-list. I should have an advantage so overwhelming that Floyd Mayweather would be jealous. Continue reading Why you need to stand out in a job search Reflecting on a long stretch of unemployment