Everyone, mornings are not my friend. I'm the type of person who crawls out of the bed slowly, sloth-like, and is counting down the hours until I can return to that safe haven. I'm also a self-professed night owl, meaning…
January air is brisk, chilly, but full of promise. Maybe it’s the prospect of a new year, and subsequent ‘new year, new me’ mentality, but I’ve noticed that my to-do list has been growing longer with more and more goals. It is this air itself that I felt during the Hart House Literary Fair on Thursday.
My days in January are progressively more packed.
