A Visual and Written Confession
How did we get to February already? January was an exciting month. In the spirit of growth and curiosity, here are some of my first “firsts.” I tried my first rowing class at Row House. I took my first chocolate-making class at Roni Sue’s Shoppe. I ventured into my first sweat lodge at Shape House.
Paris, as one can imagine, is home to what can only be described as a mythical paradise turned reality for my aesthetic and sensory consumption. No visit to Paris is complete without enjoying the exquisite pastries, tempting breads, and delicate cakes that leave you enthralled by first encounter.
Since I work in advertising, my holiday planning has always started during the summery days of July and the months leading up to Christmas are measured daily by a moving quota target. Recently, I joined the DE&I (Diversity, Equity & Inclusion) Council at work. When we were discussing content for a holiday note to the wider team, I realized that amidst the increasingly ambitious targets, we rarely took time for pause to think about the most important thing during this season: giving to others and to those in need.
When I was growing up in Vancouver, we would mark the passing of time through the passage of the seasons. I could never quite break the tie between whether I preferred the explosion of ethereal cherry blossoms in the spring or the seemingly never-ending azure days of summer spent lounging by the seaside in English Bay or Kitsilano.
For some autumnal cheer, we drove up to Prospect Hill Orchards to go apple picking. Don’t just pick the low-hanging fruit. Like many good things in life, the ones that are harder to reach are often worthwhile!