I found myself earlier reflecting on yesterday - was it a bad day, or was it a good day? I don't usually label my days as bad or good, to be clear, but yesterday wasn't a regular day. Niagara Falls, Ontario The short of it: I had an anxiety attack, in the rain, in downtown London, on the way to an event with my partner who had yet to witness an attack. The works - tears, hyperventilation, nervous energy and jitters. But to truly elaborate the perspective bit, there is a longer story to it. I think it's important to add context, to shape why it was a matter of a bad day vs good day. So here we go.
Progressive thoughts challenging society and my own mind. Why does the world work the way it does? Can I change it? Can I provide perspective? Looking at anxiety, motivation, individuality, self discovery, and -of course- love. Take a glimpse into the inner workings of a young female's brain