All posts filed under: alone


I’ve been silent on the blogosphere lately. After working an intense job for 10 months and then spending the next six months recovering and working on my own projects, (Confession: I think I’m addicted to start-ups) I’ve taken full advantage of my flexible schedule and spent a lot of time in nature, relaxing and gettin’ my read on. I’ve been pondering big things like: how do I want to live my life and whom do I want in it? And the most pressing: why is being solo so necessary to my own personal growth? And how (seriously, how?!) does one find time to explore solitude when in a relationship? How have you been? Read anything great lately? Hit me up with a new blog, I’m in need of a refresher! S.

Secret solo travels

I want to be the kind of lady that just jets away for the weekend – solo. And last Friday I did just that!  I booked the day off work, woke up like any ordinary morning but instead of going to work, I went straight to the airport and jumped on a plane! It was all very exciting; I’ve never travelled alone before and no one knew where I was! (I told a few white lies to make it happen) So when I stepped off the airplane in Montreal I truly felt alive. I spent my weekend strollin’ around the city, drinking Americanos, people watching, reading, writing and practicing my atrocious French. While I was there, on a whim, I walked into a salon and chopped off my bangs. Afterwards, I spent the afternoon sitting in le café eating pie and looking out the window grinning like a fool. This weekend made me fall in love with my life a little bit more… I have two more solo trips booked over the course of this year and I can’t …

Father captures the unique perspective of his autistic son

Tim Archibald, a San Francisco-based photographer started photographing Elijah, his 5-year old autistic son, as a creative outlet while dealing with his son’s diagnosis. This portrait project titled Echolilia, like most uninhibited artistic expressions, helped to bring Tim and his son closer together. What struck me most about these story-like photos — was not just the unique perspective of Elijah, but the delicate world in which he lives. As a viewer, I couldn’t help but attempt to envision his isolated world. Echolilia has been turned into a beautiful book! Check it out and get a signed copy on Tim Archibald website. (photos via S.

You’ll never be this young again

“Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “mum and dad’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is …

Thoughts written down

“I’m human so I miss things. I miss your smile, your voice when you’re tired. I miss holding your hand and kissing your lips. But missing all these things doesn’t mean I miss you. Anyone can have a smile just as bright as yours. Most people’s voices get raspy with sleepiness. Hands can feel the same. God made lips easy to replicate. So I need to remind myself that I don’t miss you. I just miss things about you; I miss not being alone.” –unknown.

How To Not Be Alone

Every once in a while, I come across an article that is so well written that it gives me chills. I will admit that the New York Times article, How to Not Be Alone got my attention with the whole alone thing (Ha Ha, I’m such a nerd). Author, Jonathan Safran Foer is a terrifically gifted writer whose work is warm and evokes real emotion — ya know, the stuff that warms my little blogging heart. I just love this excerpt: “We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes. Being attentive to the needs of others might not be the point of life, but it is the work of life.” Do you want/need more? Well get to it then and enjoy the full article here! PS: “We live in a world made up more of story than stuff” Isn’t that line fabulous? I just can’t stop saying it under my breath. S.

Hey, May! You’re great

So far, May has been fabuloso! I have been out’n about in the city: Lounging in the sunshine, working in my garden, taking in concerts, chillin’ in the park with friends, discovering new artists, meeting new people, late night bike rides, runs by the water, brunch and too many beers mixed with electric conversation equals a pretty great life. A couple of days ago, while biking home in the wee hours of the morning, I was coasting downhill on a deserted city road when I experienced this overwhelming feeling of happiness — I have honestly never felt happier on my own. I start volunteering this week at Story Planet and I’m so excited — teaching kids how to tell stories sounds like a dream, doesn’t it? I can’t promise that I’ll have much time to blog in the next few weeks, but I will try my hardest. S.

Lonely? So be lonely.

      “When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love I just love that: Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. I recently started a new writing project on solitude and what that means not just to me, but to other writers around the world through the exchange of the written word.  Like this blog, I have taken the project on blindly — and so anything can come of it. Two years ago, I would have obsessively thought it through to see if taking on this project was worth my time. I can hear my stern, judgmental voice, “Ya, sounds great but what will you get out of it, Stephanie?” And now I’ve learned (boy, have I learned) that the …