“Because most of what we say or do is not essential. If you can eliminate it, you’ll have more time, and more tranquility. Ask yourself at every moment, ‘Is this necessary?'”

— Marcus Aurelius


Having a day. Just another one of those days.


‪What a perfect day in the Okanagan. Over 30, clear skies. ‬Zero complaints.


Starting to heat up in #Kelowna once more.


What I love about Canada is we can all choose whether to watch or not watch the Raptors game tonight; I can also say you would be a fool not to watch the game tonight. #WeTheNorth


‪Outrage of the day: my mom agreed to trade Park Place to my daughter for a Get Out Of Jail Free card and $20 giving her a monopoly!‬


“Old Navy doesn’t have anything cute,” she said, when I suggested we go take a look.

30 mins later, with a bag of items in tow:

“I’m obsessed with this jumper! It’s so cuuuute!”


When I grow up, I want to be able to pull off the boss move of pushing a Costco cart while carrying two ice cream cones in one hand. Call me impressed.


It may be more expensive to live here, but it’s always worth it when it heats up in the month of May. #Kelowna


Five phone calls before 10:00am. I think I can say my work is done for the day.


Black Summer is intense. Much much better than Walking Dead.


I feel sick watching Notre Dame burn. I was fortunate to be able to walk through it as a teenager on a high school trip. I feel sad that my daughter and many others won’t be able to walk inside and be amazed in its splendour.

#Paris #NotreDameCathedral


“And that’s all she wrote.” — Bob Cole

I’m not crying, you’re crying. Legendary voice.


I await the algorithms that can carry on conversations for you after you’ve clearly had too many drinks.


One of those nights where I’d like to stay up late and be creative or read, but then remember that I’ve been drinking bourbon again and need to wake up in the morning.


I was going through my following list on Instagram this morning to unfollow accounts that weren’t of interest. I always come across accounts that haven’t posted in several years and found myself wondering what life would be like if I didn’t share at all.

Would I enjoy moments more because they were private experiences, or would I simply let them pass me by because they weren’t really that exceptional?


One of my coworkers saw a glimpse of my tattoo on my upper back today. The rest of the afternoon was spent with the office questioning why I got it, how I afforded it, etc.

Think I’ll be working from home tomorrow.


My goal this year is to figure out why I feel like I want to be around a woman, but when a woman really, really wants to be around me, I find it off-putting.


Happy New Year, peeps.


I had a nice meal with my daughter for her birthday. Brought her home and she opened up her gifts from me, read one of the new books for a bit, and is now at my computer writing about her year.

Mini-blogger in action. Stay tuned.