Where all the lights are bright.

Good ol' labour day weekend. The unofficial end to summer. Really, I almost expect the weather to turn for the worse tomorrow. The one good thing is that it generally forces you to try and squeeze everything you wanted to do over the summer into one weekend. At least that's the way it makes me feel.

Being a teacher of sorts, labour day weekend represents the new "year" and therefore a time to take stock, set goals, feel shitty about things you haven't done and feel hopeful about the things you want to achieve in the future. This year I got a whole list of things I want to do and I don't really feel that bad about things from the past year. Au contraire. The last 12 months have gone by in a blink of an eye and a good one at that. The kind of blink where you don't miss the one boob shot in a really bad movie that you've stayed awake till like 2 in the morning just to see.

Two days from now will make one whole year on the rain coast and one whole year since I "left" Toronto. Lots of ups and downs since there, but overall I have so many things to be proud and happy about. A lot really has happened in the past year and I've tried to learn from all of it. Really that's the most important thing to me. I mean why bother feel shitty if you aren't going to learn anything from it? My point exactly.

What does all this mean? Take a look around, smile at the good stuff, frown at the not so good stuff and make sure next year at this time you've created more to smile about.