January Goals Update

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Hey guys! I’ve been absent this week because I made a spontaneous trip home to Canada. My body clock is traumatized; my views of beaches and gum trees have been replaced by snow and sunsets. And the sunsets are beautiful. While this shift is sudden it is necessary. I needed to come home and get out of debt and go back to Australia with a working holiday visa. Even if I’d rather be down south right now, it feels good to do the right thing. I’ll be back there in no time.

So as January draws to a close I’d like to take a look at the progress I’ve made on the goals I set for myself at the beginning of the year.

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The Lies We Tell Ourselves

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It is too easy to focus on every bad choice, and ever mistake we’ve made in the past. In fact, I think that all too often I get so caught up focusing on one mistake after another.Β How did I let it all go so wrong?Β The thing is, while it is important to recognize where we went wrong and how we can learn from it, dwelling on our mistakes for too long is harmful. Especially when we dwell for so long that we forget to recognize all the times we did something right.

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Book Review: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

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One of the best books I have ever read. It may have just become my favourite, more than that, it made me realize that I never had a favourite before. Now, if somebody asked me what my favourite book is I wouldn’t have to think about it; it would flow out of me instantly: “The Bell Jar“.

I guess I should have been excited the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn’t get myself to react. I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

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Why Technology Doesn’t Dumb Down Your Experience

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I’m seven years old using the computer at my grandmother’s house: Windows 97, the first computer I’ve ever used. I can hear the clattering of dishes downstairs and the chatter of family members, my mother’s distinctive laugh. The house is warm and dusty, as most Canadian houses are. It is old though, and it smells of twenty five years of families moving in and out, each leaving behind mixtures of their scents seeped into the worn brown shag carpets and the beige paint on the walls. The blinds on the window are slightly open, and daylight slants in, illuminating the dust drifting in the air.Β In front of me the screen glows green as I guide a little mouse through a maze to find his piece of cheese.

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