Mexico has long been one of my most beloved places, and I can never entirely put my finger on why. But it’s something to do with its colour and vibrancy.
I’ve recently come to the realization that I do everything in a rather unorthodox way. Somehow, it all works, and I’m intensely happy.
This whole world-tour business is pretty intense. I’ve travelled a lot, but it still trips me up sometimes. Here’s how I’m staying sane, so far.
Short answer: no. Long answer: Hey! I’m in México now! Don’t worry, I’m still working as much as always, I’m just a little bit warmer now.
Did I mention I’m starting a cross-world trip? I’m taking the long route from Halifax to Halifax. It’s going to be nuts, and it starts now.
Last weekend was my birthday. (I won’t tell you how old I turned, but I am now officially starting to feel old. If you’re really interested, I’m sure a quick Google search will turn up something that’s not yet a lie.) As a present, my boyfriend took me on what can best be described as […]
I have sent out so many estimates in the past couple of months, it would make your head spin. This week alone, I have three open estimates floating about, and another couple of leads to follow up on. I hate writing estimates. It takes a lot longer than invoicing and feels much less rewarding. It’s […]
Forgive me father, for I have sinned. Actually, I haven’t, but you probably have. I don’t mean gluttony, lust, et. al. Honestly, some of those really have their time and place. I’m talking about the things that I see over and over, on websites big and small, that absolutely drive me insane. I make websites […]
Every year, I have the best intentions to celebrate my business’ birthday in some fashion. Every year, I remember two weeks too late. Triggers & Sparks is basically my neglected child. I suppose that might explain why every now and again, it throws temper tantrums. There are a number of anniversaries I could celebrate—the day […]
Three months in South America turned into five months, and I was still sad when it came time to come home. Somewhere in the JFK airport, exhausted from my eleven-hour flight and an hour and a half of standing in line, waiting for US customs to harass me for flying through a country I had […]