He Genuinely Doesn’t Give a Sh*t (maybe)

Hello Wildflowers!

Welcome to another post about Men and the City and my constant battle in the dating game. For those of you who are new to this segment let me catch you up – I’m single and I’ve been dating for four years. Done. Moving on.

So a few weeks back my girlfriends and I were having one of our many discussions about men and how much they drive us up the wall. This particular discussion however was about how we sometimes read too much into mens signs on whether or not their into us. We agreed that us women sometimes make it more complicated than it really needs to be and that men are pretty straight forward with their intentions. We just like to analyze it more than we really should be which leaves us irritated in the end. During this discussion we oddly found it funny how we sometimes find ourselves watching He’s Just Not That Into You to not only give us a little recap about men and their signals, but to give us a little kick in the keister. Needless to say a few days later I found myself loafing on the couch with a giant bag of mini eggs and watching for the millionth time in my life He’s Just Not That Into You.

As I sat there watching all these love triangles happening and thinking how unrealistic most of these situations are, I began asking myself why I’m taking advice from these morons. That is until beautiful Justin Long spat out a line that finally made sense to me – “If a guy is treating you like shit he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. No exception!”

Immediately after hearing this line and picking up all the chocolate mini eggs that had fallen out of my mouth, I had messaged four of my guy friends to get their take on this. I was honestly hoping to hear YES just so I could finally have a wake-up call and move on from this, but to my surprise they all gave slightly different answers, with most leading to “yes and no” or “it’s a grey area.”

I’m sorry, what!?

Here is what they had to say…

Different people do things for different reasons so at the end of the day only things that matter are context and perspective. Yes we are morons. But I’d rather be a moron than crazy, you women are nuts. 

Depends…also it’s like a push and pull that he’s playing at that time. Some know they don’t have to chase the chase.

Sometimes we don’t know what we really want.

There is always exceptions, but you may perceive that he is treating you like shit when he may not realize that he is doing it. But I would say that 95% of the time if he treats you like shit, he doesn’t give a shit about you.

So essentially what I had gathered from all of their answers is that all men are different and we can’t just keep thinking they all follow the same formula when it comes to dating.  After hearing all this I literally just gave up on the race of men and refuse to play these games, but I also realized that a lot of the time it can be us too. I will take blame for that. With that being said though, we have to step back and asks ourselves what we are looking for. If a guy doesn’t realize he’s treating me the way that he is, such as answering me with one word answers or treating me like a queen one minute then the next nothing, but still wanting to communicate, than why am I sticking around? If I don’t like it and that is not what I vibe off in a guy than why am I wasting my time? And the answer is this – I hope that they will eventually snap out of it and realize my worth, but the truth is they never will.

So my final thought is this – “If a guy is treating you like shit he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. No exception!”

Moving on.


Men and the Online Dating Game

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Today I am starting a new segment on Gypsy Eyes, one that I would like to think I have extensive experience on (sadly) and have wanted to talk about for quite some time now. This new segment is called Men and the City and yes it is a spinoff from non other than our all time favourite go-to show to watch when we are feeling single AF – Sex and the City.

I had watched this entire series years ago when I was in university, an old friend had suggested for me to watch it and had informed me that it would shed some light on my current situation. At that time I hated the feeling of being single again and didn’t think I would ever find someone. I was already going on dates for several months at this point and nothing was happening. It was just one failed date after another, after another, after another. I got to a point where I was so exhausted and hated everything that was going on, until I had watched this show. I felt so empowered by these women and realized that life is all about heartbreaks and failures, but we pick ourselves up and learn from them. They made me feel that it is okay to be single, even in your thirties, just go and have fun with it. At the time I was only 22, so naturally I had to laugh at the thought that I was stressing over such a minor thing in my life that I was sure would work itself out. Well four years later I am still single and loving the time I have spent on my own, but recently I have found the need to start watching this series again, a pick-me-up as you will, seeing as I am now exhausted from this whole dating scene. It was this second time around of watching Miss Carrie Bradshaw that gave me this idea for my blog. I started comparing her notes on men to how they have changed today in the dating scene. This segment will comprise of her ideas, but revised on how I feel men have changed from twenty years ago. It will also include a few ideas of my own, ideas that have only surfaced a few years ago and wasn’t a thing in Carrie Bradshaw’s time.

This is where my first Men and the City post begins.

Just last weekend I found myself having a familiar conversation that I have had with several other girlfriends as of late. We were talking about the whole dating scene in how online dating has no longer become a thing. It just doesn’t exist the same way has it had years ago when Tinder and Bumble had first surfaced, becoming the go-to apps to landing any relationship or even just a date. We were finding ourselves going on dates left, right and centre. There was a time where I had dates lined up for a week. It was that simple to get a guy to agree with you to meet up for drinks and to possibly see where it could lead to. Today is a different story however, today we are now finding it a struggle just to get a guy to talk to us through these apps. It’s as if these apps have just become a game to them and nothing more. Have we all just got fed up with the online dating world and want to go back to the old ways of finding someone? Was Tinder, Bumble and OkCupid just a fad? Or have men been catfished one too many times that their trust with women through these apps have just vanished? These are the several questions my girlfriends and I have asked one another, wondering what has caused this world of dating to fade.

Let me put it in perspective for you, four years ago when I had begun this whole new online dating extravaganza, I was landing dates twice a week. Since being home from Australia, which was ten months ago,  I’ve only managed to go on three dates. Pathetic, right? But then I began logically thinking about it in the way that I may have changed over these past four years and my reasoning for being on these apps. For instance, years ago I was strictly on Tinder in the hopes to find a new piece of arm candy, but now I’m finding myself just wanting to meet new people and nothing more. So has my way in talking to these men changed due to my reasoning? We have now reached a point where we have stopped going on these apps because we are mentally exhausted trying to talk to these men. Bumble is by far the most irritating one of them all due to us women having to make the first move, but that isn’t what is really irritating about the whole thing. I’ve always appreciated the concept behind it because it really does make us think on our feet and spit something out witty within 24 hours, but when we do, we either don’t receive a response or the conversation dies within two seconds. So now my question is this, why swipe right in the first place when you clearly had no intention on having a conversation? You must know that we clearly have every intention on wanting to talk to you if we had matched, so why ignore us suddenly when we pull the trigger? This is where our whole theory comes in with men just seeing these online dating apps as a game. We firmly believe that it has just become something for them to do while they loaf on their couch scratching their dingle berries and binge watching Hot Wheels. I’ve managed to hold onto a few conversations, but once the anticipating question is asked to meet up for drinks I’m suddenly ignored, deleted and thrown into the bin with the rest of those who too have been silently rejected. This is not to say that us women have never done this as well, because we have. I mean I’ve thrown these men in the silent rejection bin several times, but for different reasons. Reasons including inappropriate gestures made towards me or responding with one word answers that leaves me with no choice but to throw them in the bin.

I have reached a point where I just think that online dating has possibly run its course and we are just merely looking for new ways to find someone. In todays society we eventually find ourselves at a standpoint with these new fads that come into play. They go just as quickly as they came. The only social media app that is still standing on any leg at this point is Instagram, because they are constantly reinventing themselves and keeping us social media whores on our toes. Maybe we have just gotten bored with the idea of swiping all the time and are in a desperate need of a bit of fresh air. I know I am.

So come on you crafty inventors out there, I am ready to see what you will throw at me next in this forever losing dating game. I am ready for you!



30 Things To Do Before You’re 30

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I know it has been awhile since I have last posted anything on Gypsy Eyes, but I have been having a quarter-life crisis sort of speak since ringing in the new year. The same crisis I found myself in two years ago before I jetted off to Australia thinking it was going to solve all of my problems. SPOILER ALERT – it didn’t. This time I have finally realized that I can’t just run away from my problems thinking everything will sort itself out. Grant it moving to Australia got me to where I am today and opened up a whole new chapter for me, but this time I have to sort it out and figure out a plan of action for where I want to head to next. Sometimes leaving is not always the answer, but that I will leave for another time, another post.

A little over a month ago I came across an article that listed 30 things to do before you’re 30 – things I had agreed with and others, well not so much, but I was amazed at how much I had already checked off that list. It made me feel really good about myself and that I realized that I had probably done more than what most people have in their lifetime. Reading this list finally shed some light on my current situation in that I should be proud in everything that I have accomplished up to this point. Yes I might not have my dream job yet or prince charming slung around my arms, but I’m taking it as a sign that those routes are not suppose to come into play for me just yet.

So with this I decided to create my own list of 30 THINGS TO DO BEFORE YOU’RE 30 – A list I encourage everyone to create because it will really give you a form of motivation and purpose to work towards!

1. Get a tattoo: CHECK – I have four in total and I don’t regret a single one of them. I mean a tattoo isn’t for everyone, but you also live once so why the hell not!?

2. Fall in love: CHECK – twice. It is the worst feeling in the world to fall in love then to only get heartbroken by someone who you thought was your everything, but we learn to pick ourselves up and move forward from it. If you can survive this, you can survive anything.

3. Start a pension: This I never really thought to put on my 30 checklist, but I would have to agree that it is a smart idea to get started early with this one. We are all going to have to retire at some point and spend our last dying years doing something we truly love doing.

4. Learn how to surf and/or ski: CHECK!!! I’m still determined to learn how to ski though, I am Canadian after all, it should be in my blood to want to do this!

5. Travel somewhere by yourself: CHECK X100000! I can’t stress this enough and I have been for years! Spend your twenties living on a dime and exploring new places. You have your entire thirties to start a family and work towards that dream job. I have traveled so much over these past ten years that I am still not satisfied. I have an entire list of places that I would love to see before I hit that 30 mark. GET ON IT!

6. Live in a house share: CHECK, CHECK, and CHECK! I have lived with six different people, all in different circumstances and it was the best years of my life, but also the worst.

7. Travel with your best friend: CHECK! I’ve already done this numerous times and it still doesn’t get old, I love it! The memories we have created together is timeless. She is the best travel buddy and we have an entire list of adventures we want to do together!

8. Buy something you’ve always wanted: Still trying to figure out what that is….

9. Learn a new language: This has always been on my list and I have started numerous times to learn Spanish, but have given up after a day of teaching myself. Take five!

10. Take a spontaneous trip for a weekend: CHECK! I’m still determined to do another one, but the last time I did this I booked a plane ticket to Chicago for the weekend to ring in 2016 – such an exhilarating feeling.

11. Tick something off your ‘bucket list’: CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECK AND CHECK AGAIN! This is probably by far one of the best feelings in the world when you get to do this and I got to do it twice in one year, all thanks to Australia.

12. Live in another city: CHECK – twice! Again, we all know how passionate I am about this, so GET ON IT! Most places you can only get a visa to live before you turn 30, so don’t miss an incredible opportunity to be doing something like this.

13. Conquer a fear: CHECK! I faced multiple spiders in Australia and conquered my fear of heights, well somewhat….

14. Take a road trip: This has been on my list for years now and I am still determined to accomplish this little number! My best friend and I have talked about renting a vintage 70’s Volkswagen van and driving all through California until we hit Las Vegas!

15. Be with someone who’s not your type: There are endless checks on this one for me, but yes I agree. Go do it and learn from it. You’d be amazed at what it is you truly do not want in a relationship.

16. Take steps towards the career you actually want: CHECK! After many years of horrible jobs and crying over my failed life, I have finally learned at what it is that I want to work towards. All thanks to completing the above list. Seriously.

17. See an idol live: CHECK! Splurge a little because their not going to be around forever….

18. Figure out your priorities: I’m still working on that sadly…I still have another four years though!

19. Spend quality time with your friends: YASSSSS!!!! This one took me awhile to learn after countless failed relationships, but your friends are the ones who are always going to be there for you. Don’t mess that up by thinking all you need in your life is man and leaving your friends behind in the dirt, because relationships don’t always last.

20. Get your drivers license: After 10 years I still do not have my drivers license and I’m totally starting to regret not getting it years ago, but it’s never too late to start! This one I am determined to get, only due to wanting to take that road trip with my girl or else it is not happening!

21. Let more things go:  Years ago during my Gap Year I got myself a tattoo that read “Keep Calm and Move Forward” – it was a reminder for me that it is okay to make mistakes and/or feel terrified to be doing something new, you’ve just got to keep pushing forward. This is my mantra in life and it is this mantra that has gotten me through some difficult times. I’m still learning how to let more things go, but this is definitely a must on this list.

22. Take risks: CHECK! Need I say more?

23. Pay off your credit card debt: This definitely will not be paid off by the time I’m 30, but you know what they say? Never say never!

24. Stay up all night in the city: Don’t know why, but I have always wanted to do this. I’m such an old soul that I’m always finding myself home before last call, it’s pathetic actually. I’ve heard it’s even harder once you hit that 30 mark, so needless to say yes this is happening!

25. Become an expert in something: Does wine count? If so, then CHECK!

26. Start looking after your skin: CHECK! I took this very seriously a few years back when my skin decided to have a plague outbreak. Do it now before it’s too late.

27. Finish writing my book: This is a slow project I’m working on, but I am determined to finish this number! If it’s not a book for you, then pick something you had always wanted to do or have already started but just haven’t gotten around to finishing it just yet.

28. Buy tickets to a weekend-long music festival: HALF CHECK on this one! I finally went to a music festival back in Vancouver, but it was only for the day! I have always wanted to do this, just seems like something my inner Gypsy Soul would enjoy!

29. Explore your own city: I’ve lived here my entire life and I am still yet to discover what this city has to offer! You’d be amazed at what hidden gems you could find.

30. Give yourself some credit: ALWAYS!!!!



The Definition of the “Dating” Game

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So I’ve been doing some thinking as of late when it comes to men. I mean grant it I’ve been trying to figure them out since I started this whole dating game four years ago and I’m still stumped by the whole thing. Over the course of these four years I have dated every type of guy you can possibly imagine. I have done it all and I’m still going. One question that stumps me still is what is considered “dating” today? After having binge watching Friends and my all time favourite, Sex and the City, dating has a completely different meaning today than it did 20 years ago. I love watching these shows because I appreciate how real they are. I love that they depict your average women out there who isn’t married and is always finding herself in the dating game. Grant it some episodes are way over the top, but the core idea of it is still there.

Now let me back up to my initial question – what is considered dating? Over the course of my dating history profile I always took dating as the definition of seeing someone over a period of time before being a full fledged couple. Meaning you could be dating more than one guy because you are not fully committed to them, yet. It’s an open playing field for both parties. It is almost like the Bachelor but all kept very hush hush. We never know who we are up against so we just play the game in the hopes that we win in the end. Spoiler alert – I am still waiting to receive my damn rose, but that is another story in itself.

My point is this, 20 years ago dating seemed to have had a whole different meaning. After some crafty note taking this is what I have gathered from the dating game of Rachel Greene and Carrie Bradshaw. After these women went on a first date with an eligible bachelor and both parties have agreed to continue going on this conquest they automatically slapped the dating title on their relationship with these men. In other words they are fully committed to each other and have a silent agreement that they will not test the waters sort of speak with anyone else until they have both reached the end of their game. When we hear the term dating today however, we process it as a full fledged couple, which is far from the truth. Now before I begin to confuse you more than I probably already have, dating has two different meanings today. One can say that they are dating as in their meeting new people and are still on the quest to find the one. Where the other meaning, sometimes referred to as seeing someone, is introducing that person as the one you are currently dating, but you two have not agreed to the full fledged couple agreement yet. Again, you are merely just testing the waters. I have also learned over my years of dating that men do not like using the term dating. They refuse on all accounts to use it because to them dating translates to an official couple, the last thing they want on their hands. So instead they resort to the term seeing because it has a less scarier meaning to them.

Again let me further explain my point on this – for years I have told people that I haven’t dated anyone since my last failed full pledged relationship which was four years ago. I’ve been going on dates and “seeing” men for weeks or months on end, but it never lead to anything more than just that. Now, if I were to consider the meaning of dating as it had 20 years ago than I have dated approximately 10 men over these past four years. To me that sounds a little more hopeful in my future endeavours with men than saying that I have dated no one. Let me clarify this though, I do not and will never regret the decision of ending things with men after so many weeks or months. I have stood by with all my decisions and it has made me stronger person for it. I know what I want and I won’t settle for anything just to prove to the world that I can be in a relationship. I am very much like Carrie Bradshaw – a writer, a fashion enthusiast and we both find ourselves fretting over our love life, but in the end we are determined that our time will come and we will receive that red rose one way or another.

So to this I leave you with this final thought – dating is defined in a way that you see it as. See it as a chapter in your life, not as a love story that has gone wrong. If you want to consider all past men that you have gone out with, regardless of the time frame, as dating, you are entitled to that. As for me, dating is just merely a game that I am constantly finding myself losing at, but managing to collect some memorable (and not to mention beyond humorous) stories along the way.

In other words I guess one can say that I am living and to me that is winning.



A Glimpse of 2017

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As this year is coming to a a close I want to think back on this joyous year and the lessons that I have learned from it. I never imagined that I would finally experience an amazing year filled with so many happy memories and life experiences. Lets just say that 2016 and 2015 were both emotionally stressful and disastrous years for me. Toxic relationships, emotionally abusive jobs, losing friends, sinking to rock bottom….well you get the idea. Those years were definitely not in my favour and I didn’t think I would ever see one, until this year.

To save you from reading my lengthy of a novel of a year I thought I would compress this into a list – a list that will forever have me smiling and hope to experience again some day. Maybe not in 2018, but one day I know I will and until than here it is, my 2017….

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  1. Rung in the New Year on a Fast Ferry boat in the Sydney Harbour – being able to be in 2017 before my friends and family felt pretty amazing
  2. Got promoted at a job that I didn’t think would ever happen, especially when on a short term visa
  3. Learned how to surf
  4. Made lifelong friends – too many to count
  5. Spent the first four months of 2017 basking in the sun, swimming in the cool ocean waters and enjoying those summer evening sunsets
  6. Spent the month of April traveling the east coast of Australia, these places included…
  7. Melbourne: enjoyed drinking their rich coffees, admiring their endless graffiti alleyways and digging their European like vibes
  8. Cairns: enjoyed exploring their humid rainforests, seeing insects bigger than my hand, swimming in warm lakes with habitant crocs and under freezing waterfalls, sliding down waterfall rocks and swimming against fast current waters. Best of all….. snorkelling in the Great Barrier Reef and forever smiling at the thought that I got to experience something truly beautiful
  9. Magnetic Island: enjoyed exploring the island by foot to seek out beautiful beaches and feeling the warm sand between my toes
  10. Finally held a koala – another item checked off my bucket list
  11. Airlie Beach and the Whitsundays: enjoyed spending a few days sailing around the Whitsundays with an amazing group of people. Our days were filled with snorkelling, sunbathing on deck, exploring the white sandy islands, paddle boarding at sunset, and forever sharing endless stories about our travels.
  12. Came face to face with a turtle while snorkelling the Whitsunday waters
  13. Agnes Water: enjoyed surfing the waters with some hottie Australians, attempted to ride a motorbike which ended miserably, but still kept me amused (somewhat) and hung with a bunch of rescued roos who will forever steal my heart
  14. Fraser Island: enjoyed spending a few days camping and exploring the island with yet another group of amazing people. Our days were filled with swimming crystal blue lakes, sitting in freezing champagne waters, tubing down a river, basking in the sun, jamming to tunes, admiring the starry nights, drinking to our hearts content and sharing endless stories of our travels
  15. Noosa: spent my days reading, learning of another ones past and admiring her strength, exploring the national parks, walking the beaches at sunset and fully appreciating of what I had got to experience over those past three weeks
  16. Brisbane – enjoyed my day exploring the city by foot and meeting up with old friends
  17. Spent the month of May traveling parts of South East Asia – Vietnam, Cambodia and Thailand
  18. Ended my travels in Hong Kong with spending my days exploring their beautiful city, watching Dragon boat races on a yacht and forever admiring their culture
  19. Spent my summer in Toronto catching up with old friends and exploring new places
  20. Still living the single ass life and forever embracing it ❤


Cheers to 2017!




Christmas…Too Soon?

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Christmas is in the air and cold weather is upon us, but when is it time to start decorating our homes and indulging in never ending Mariah? This is the question that we ask ourselves every year, wondering if we should start following the trends that retail has begun to do. Over this past week I have had a few discussions with various people on when is it considered too early to start getting into the Christmas spirit. I remember growing up that getting into the idea of Christmas was not a thing until the first of December or until we were graced with the first snow fall of the season. The day after Halloween seemed lunatic at the time seeing as us children were still loathing over the idea of it being over. So when is it considered too early?

I think in todays society it has now become custom to span Christmas over a two month period as opposed to a month. Do we really love Christmas that much that we are finding ourselves wanting to celebrate it for longer? Ummm yes.

This year I am really psyched for Christmas and would love nothing more than to put up my decorations as of NOW, but for various reasons of course. First of all I was deprived of Christmas last year due to living the travellers life in Australia and spent it basking under the hot sun on the beautiful beaches of Manly. I’m not complaining at all because it was in fact amazing, but when you have spent your entire life spending Christmas in cold weather with a beautiful snowfall (well that has sort of shot out the window now, thanks global warming) it sort of feels weird spending it elsewhere. Last year was the first time in 25 years that I did not spend Christmas with my family. I’m not going to say it was horrible, but it definitely did not feel the same. Australians are not nearly as psyched up about Christmas as us North Americans are or even Europeans for that matter. Christmas decorations and music are very minimal over in Oz. I hated it. Christmas is just a day to them, nothing more. I mean can you blame them though, their Christmas holidays are in the dead of summer. Imagine celebrating Christmas in July…..you can’t because it’s hella weird and we’d refuse to do so. This year I want to make up for what I had missed out last year and soak in every minute and every second of Christmas, that is including putting up decorations early. I will say this though, I do draw the line at Christmas music and movies. THAT IS WAY TOO EARLY TO BEGIN THOSE FESTIVITIES and should not begin until the first of December. My father was already caught last week listening to the Christmas radio station and Christmas channel on TV…..he won’t admit it but he loves Christmas just as much as the rest of us.

So as I sit here mulling over the idea of Christmas and when it is considered too early to get into the spirit of it all I think that decision is each to their own. I mean if you begin to start celebrating Christmas before Halloween then you seriously need to start reconsidering your decision. As for me, Christmas will forever begin on the first of December, no matter how badly I want those decorations to go up.

Cheers to all us Christmas lovers and wishing December was here already!




This past month I made the drastic decision (literally drastic) to give up drinking for the entire month of September. I had what others would refer to as a dry month and may I just add that it was hell. I’ve had a lot of my friends ask me why I thought this was such a good idea and if I lost my marbles. I mean yes I lost my marbles, I lost them last year when I thought it was a good idea to suddenly move my life to Australia with no strategic planning, but again that turned out to be the best decision I could have ever made. So at this point I figured I was a pro at making good life choices and not drinking for an entire month would be one of those choices. Spoiler alert, it totally wasn’t, but I am here to share with you my experience and any tips I have for others who also want to give this a whirlwind go.

Before I go into my experience with all of this, let me first explain to you all why I decided to do a dry month, particularly September. My answer is simple, one that many others will not bring themselves to admit, but I have been drinking like a fiend since I landed in Australia last year and I haven’t stopped since. Their drinkers down under and will find any excuse to have a cold one. I feel like I had morphed into one of them and continued to carry this out when I landed back in the homeland this summer. Summer and drinking goes hand in hand so well, everyone knows this. It is a well known fact and us Canadians during this time of year will find any excuse to have a drink in our hand before crawling back into hibernation for the winter months. So I thought to myself, why not cleanse my body and liver for a month by not drinking, I mean how hard can it be?

Very hard.

Okay first off I would like to point out though that I did have a slip up on the first day when I took a single shot of Vodka, but may I add I was completely peer pressured into doing it. It was more of a final send off to no drinking for the month and it was vodka, so in my books it totally doesn’t count.

I think when it comes to giving anything up for the first time the first few days, if not week, will be the hardest. I went from a having a casual drink every night, whether it was having a beer at the bar with some friends or a glass of Pino after work while binge watching Friends on Netflix, to completely cutting it out cold turkey. Needless to say, I was dying. The worst part I think to get over is seeing your friends drink while you sit there with a glass of water in your hands trying to act as if the decision you had just made was totally fine when in fact you regret every minute of it. Even the smell of wine was making me go crazy, I hated it. There have been numerous times when I had wanted to cave and say SCREW IT! When I got to those points I began asking myself, am I really that obsessed with having a drink? Is this what I have become? Now I’m not saying I’m an alcoholic, I know for a fact that I am not. I know when to stop myself from having a drink from now and then, but I didn’t realize until doing this free zone drinking how much I would actually drink on a weekly basis. But I think what kept me going was the support system I had and the promise I had made myself in doing this. I wanted to prove myself wrong in that I could go alcohol free for a month without depending on a drink.

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After doing this I realized several key notes that I would like to point out of both the pros and cons of doing a dry month. This is what I gathered….


  1. Clean liver
  2. Feeling refreshed in the mornings as opposed to feeling like you’ve been hit by a train several times in your sleep
  3. Saving money
  4. Getting to experience how idiotic your friends really are when they drink and documenting every second of it
  5. Appreciating the food that you eat when fine dining as opposed to inhaling your plate to soak up the bottle of wine you just had


  1. In bed by 11pm on a Saturday night because your body refuses to let you stay up without the fuel of alcohol
  2. Indulging in sweets to fight the urge of drinking – too many times have I had a bowl of vanilla ice cream with Lucky Charms just to battle this urging
  3. Gaining more weight than intended due to eating a buffet of sweets – I definitely lost more weight when drinking, without a word of a lie
  4. Missing out on the last moments of patio season, especially when the weather decides to introduce us into a heat wave for the last week of September
  5. Missing out on the social drinking while you have to sit there nursing a glass of water like an idiot – YASSSSS! Which again brings me back to my first point….

If I had to pick one major disaster from all of this it would definitely be the weight gain. One of the main reasons I also decided to do this dry month was in the hopes to lose weight from all the alcohol I have been drinking, but it did the exact opposite to me. I was seeking sugar elsewhere and well my mouth managed to find its way into ice-cream, cakes, sugary cereal and red velvet cookies. Definitely no strategic planning done here, no surprise.

In the end I am proud of myself for sticking this out and accomplishing what I had set out to do, again minus the weight loss aspect. I learned from this that I don’t need a drink for every social outing that I go to and how much I love the fact of waking up in the mornings knowing a hangover is not going to kick in. I can and will say that the way I drink will be changing (for now), but here are some of my tips I can give to those who too wish to have a dry month of their own.


  1. DON’T do a dry September – opt for a month where no big social events are going on and summer isn’t still floating in the air.
  2. A week leading up to your dry month slowly ease out of the drinking, don’t indulge and pack it all in thinking it will suffice you for the month, I can tell you that it won’t.
  3. You will be seeking indulgence elsewhere – if you are like me and already crave sugar on a daily basis, opt for dark chocolate. It is a lot healthier than stuffing your face with a bowl of vanilla ice cream with freshly baked red velvet cookies mushed into it….definitely not my finest moment. This is where your strong will power will need to come in, mine clearly failed but I have more hope for you.
  4. Have a support system, it seriously helps. Every time I wanted to give up and have a social drink I would text my friends and ask if it was a good idea to drop this whole dry month nonsense and get back into drinking. They then would respond with the same question I had just asked them, which again leaves you questioning yourself why you are doing this in the first place.
  5. Plan for a big night out on the first day back into drinking to celebrate what you had just accomplished. It’ll have you looking forward to the months end and realize how dramatic you were being this entire time.

Happy Sobriety!





Okay so minus the fact that I haven’t written a post in over half a year and promised several times that I would keep up with Gypsy Eyes (which we all know was complete nonsense), I can now finally say that I am back and I am here to stay!

I have returned to writing about my spirited life because yesterday I came to an odd yet humorous realization about my sisters and I. A realization that I felt was definitely worth writing about.

Let’s just rewind back to yesterday afternoon shall we…..

It was late in the afternoon and I felt inclined to help my baby sister update her LinkedIn profile since it hasn’t been updated circa 2014 when Ben and Jen were still a thing, and Prince was still walking on this god forsaken earth. In the process of this I caught her taking selfies of herself in the poses that Kim K would normally be caught doing. At that moment I felt like Kris K when she called out Kim for taking selfies as her sister was being sent to jail. What in the Helen blazin are you doing? Then it hit me….holy Moses my family are the Kardashians, but minus the injected lips and over exaggerated assets of course.

Let me break it down for you:

Kourtney – Me
Khloe – Bear
Kim – B Shell
Kris – Mamma K
Kylie and Kendall- my two idiotic brothers because their used to everything being served to them on a silver platter and don’t understand the definition of work

To prove my theory right on who we each represent I went straight to Buzzfeed and took the What Kardashian Are You? quiz. Those quizzes are legit, seriously. I took one to see what type of mythical creature I was and my end results did not disappoint….I was a Unicorn. It totally makes sense and I could not agree more. Except for this quiz I somehow landed on Scott DisDick which is technically Kourtney seeing as they were once together and both acted like a pair of sass queens. I mean I totally understand their logic with this seeing as I am lordess myself. It totally makes sense. Nonetheless I had to go back to my search tool and find a quiz that would only result in one of the three K sisters as opposed to the entire Brandy Bunch.

With a G&T in one hand and the quiz in the other I began to answer the questions in the way that my sisters would. B Shell was easy to answer for, any situations that gave me the option to click cry for was a solid go. Which concludes me to say that she is in fact the Kim K of the sisters, the emotional and soft one who can never get enough of the selfies. Bear and I however are a mixture of the two sisters – Kourtney and Khloe. We are both Khloe in a way that we have no problem telling it like it is. We have very tough skin and will skin anyone alive who dares tries to cross us. I cross more onto the Kourtney scale due to my monotone face expressions, sassy remarks and not knowing how to function when others get way too emotional around me. I’ll literally just sit there staring at them with a blank face debating whether or not I should lighten the mood with an inappropriate joke. It usually always fails in my favour….

Lastly Mamma K and Kris….now if my mom were to find out that I was comparing her to a Kardashian she would roast my butt for dinner and serve it to the dogs. But let me just say that they both share the same traits as any good mother out there does. They will literally do anything and everything for their children, even if it means supporting their upcoming sex tape. My mom would be the one caught saying “….as a mother, I wanted to kill her but as her manager….”  She’ll deny it, but we know.

In the end my family and I are our own form of the Kardashians, but with a lot more drama, tears and sarcastic moments. Moments that are definitely worth a TV show and would probably get more views than Clinton did votes in this past election. I’m just saying.

Holla at your girl Seacrest!



A Year Full of Tears, Happiness and Hope

It is currently new years day on a gloomy Sunday morning and as I sit here curing one of many dreadful hangovers with a box of sugar cookies, a shot of coffee and a bottle of aspirin I can’t help but reminisce over this past year. The year of 2016 and a story that is full of tears, strength and hope. The story that has really shaped me for the new year ahead and one that has me feeling thankful that it is finally over.

Yesterday on the eve of the new year as I sat by the waters at Manly wharf, sharing one last drink with my adoptive family, I was asked about my year and the highlights that had come along with it. My response was simple with no thought needed – 2016 can get lost and never come back. They all continued to sit there in a state of shock, baffled at the thought of me admitting that my year was a disaster, which I fully well knew it was. Sure there were happy and blissful moments as there always is in every year we experience, but it wasn’t enough to make up for what I had to endure. This year I had shed a lot of tears, more than anyone should ever have to in a year. The tears I had left in 2016 was enough to start a tsunami here in Oz. So yes, I couldn’t be happier leaving this past year behind me and for good. Nonetheless my adoptive father continued to stare at me with disbelief and said I was forgetting the biggest highlight of my entire year. I had to sit there for a moment before asking what that exactly was. What he was about to tell me I have heard many times before and still to this day don’t fully appreciate what I had done.

This is where my story begins.

It’s December 31st, 2015 and as I stand on the freezing streets of Chicago, waiting to ring in the new year, I couldn’t help but reflect back on my year and all the disasters that came along with it. I decided that I was going to make 2016 my year and began to imagine all the great things that were yet to come. I was ecstatic to be entering a whole new year full of endless opportunities and experiences. I mean how could it not be? The year kicked off with me landing a new job at one of my dream companies and a relationship I finally found myself happy to be in. The first few weeks were pure happiness and I couldn’t help but think that I finally had it all. Needless to say 2016 began to take a turn for the worst and was refusing to let this be my year.

As January came to an end so did my hopeful relationship, with my job becoming anything but a dream. I was left feeling completely broken inside and crying every night for the next three months over everything that had just happened. I was faced with depression and anxiety, something I had carried with me for what seemed like an eternity. I was busy trying to hold myself together all while trying to console others around me who were also going through issues of their own. It wasn’t the easiest task, but I began to discover creative outlets where I could express myself and put my energy into things that I loved doing. So with that I started a blog about the single life and went to college studying the ins and outs of personal styling. It was this that kept me going, but it wasn’t enough for me to say that I was happy and the only way I knew how to change my state of mind was to make a drastic change in my life.

Come June I had quit my job, packed up my things and moved my life to the other side of the world to a place called Oz. The thought of leaving home was exhilarating, I felt that I could really make something of myself and become happy once again. Leading up to this found new adventure of mine though was anything but rainbows and butterflies. Before leaving everything behind my family and I had to say one last heartfelt goodbye of our own. After many years of endless butt scratching, bear hugs and pain in the butt barking we finally had to say goodbye to such a loving companion. He was someone who had meant the world to us, but as with anything in life we find the strength to move on and to continue to carry those profound memories with us wherever we go. I continued to carry these memories with me to Australia and even though it wasn’t the greatest start to the journey I knew I could turn it around because 2016 was going to be my year. I was determined.

Fast forward to August, two months after living in a place I had no idea about, I was still jobless, broke and shedding tears over my past mistakes. With everything that had happened I still refused to give up the optimistic dream. The dream of fashion, traveling and everything else in between. Before I knew it I had managed to land three jobs; two unpaid internships in the line of fashion and one being a waitress at a local Mexican restaurant to help make ends meet. I was smiling once again, relieved that things were finally starting to look up…or so I had hoped.

Weeks later I found myself to be completely broke with an internship that began to cost me more money than I had and being abused at a work place where I had held such high hopes for. I was left feeling miserable, helpless and depressed with the constant feeling of hitting rock bottom in all things. So with that I quit my job, left my internships and found a new job elsewhere. One that had presented itself with a new set of challenges and obstacles to face, but has allowed me to meet such incredible people along the way.

After many long and agonizing months here in Australia I continue to fight everyday for the optimistic dream. It is with this thought and courage that I am reminded time and time again that I should be proud of what I have accomplished and that what I had done most people can never bring themselves to do. What I did was brave, bold and an amazing experience that I will carry on with me for a lifetime. I may not fully understand it now or bring myself to appreciate it, but I am thankful for the support, love and courage I have received from it.

So with 2016 finally over and buried in the past I am thrilled to begin this new chapter of my life, understanding that life is a thing that can never be planned. We must learn to live each day being thankful for what we have and to never stop dreaming of what could be.

‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a peace sign




So last week I only managed to get through talking about one of my inspirational reads from the month of February. I had learned a lot more than I had realized as I began writing this post and thought it were best to split this into two. I know you readers, you’re only interested in reading a blog if it’s less than a page. Yes I am also aware of the fact that my posts can seem like a Game of Thrones novel at times, never ending and jumping from one point to the next. Did I not already mention to you that I love writing?

Part Two: Wildflower

I realized right there and then that in life you have to make your dreams come true. Even if there are just the ones you have to figure out. I went from terrified to optimistic.

Where do I even begin with this book, the book that has left me questioning my life choices, my dreams…me.

It was this book, Drew Barrymore to be more exact, that has opened me up to an entirely different perspective on life. A simple thing that we experience everyday, but always manage to take for granted.


We’re dreamers.

Dreamers who experience the same routine everyday. Day in and day out. We wake up, shower, stress what to wear, eat, go to work, stress about our worthless job, eat, work some more, home, pass out, eat some more, binge on Netflix, pass out again. It’s a never ending cycle until the weekend comes then God only knows what messed up shit happens then. Thinking about this makes my head hurt and want to hurl. I hate living the life that I do. I wish I was paid to write. Venturing and discovering new places everyday to write and to find my zen. This is what I want, but I’m waking up to the idea that it is not reality. I get it, I’m shit when it comes to writing and who in their right mind would pay me for this? I’m currently sitting in a French style cafe writing this post and I’m smiling at thought that I could be in Paris, living the life I want. Writing, designing, smiling….imagine getting paid just to smile?


As I was saying, I adore this majestic women. She was someone who had to become an adult at the age of fourteen and still managed to take life by the horns. She is someone I’d describe as free spirited and didn’t want to live the life of someone who followed the same routine. I love that. I want that. I want it all.

I didn’t realize I wanted this until a couple weeks ago when I got in trouble at work for not spending my time researching more about the print industry. Apparently I absorbed too much of time reading up on things that didn’t relate to it, I wasn’t passionate enough about it. And you know what? Their 100% right. I HATE PRINT! There I said it. I hate it! Want to know what I spend my time reading up on and researching? Fashion, lifestyles, writing, beauty, books, travels…I’M A DREAMER! I want to be optimistic and make my dreams come true because I don’t want to live the same boring routine everyday. It’s not me. It has never been me. I should be in a job that I’m passionate about everyday. I hate working with numbers! To be honest, I’m a complete moron when it comes to performing my job. It’s just not me. I’m like a square trying to be shoved into a circle peg, we just don’t work together.


John Mayer just came on over the radio singing Your Body is a Wonderland, sorry I just needed to stop writing for a few seconds to appreciate this song. I’m now changing the lyrics to My Mind is a Wonderland. Don’t you love how weird and random I can be sometimes?

Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah LIVE YOUR DREAMS PEOPLE! We only get one chance at living the life we want and I’m not going to let others tell me that I can’t live the one that I want. Failures are what make us stronger, opening doors to new possibilities and making us realize what it is that we truly want in life. My father taught me that. And so did Drew. Clearly.

If I had one regret in life, it would be to not have any. We learn, we adapt, we change. It’s never too late to do what you want. I’m twenty-four friggin years old, I shouldn’t be stressing that I’m too old to change my path. My dad laughs at this and tells me I need to wake up and realize that I have my whole life ahead of me to make my dreams come true. He also thinks I spend too much of my time stressing over men when I should be focusing on myself and living my life. He’s right. Screw men. Their not going to make my dreams come true. Their just a side object. My father is one who can’t understand why people get married at such a young age and begin having their own Brady Bunch clan by the age of twenty-five. I don’t understand it either. I mean good for you, I’m not judging, I just don’t understand it. My mother on the other hand adores it and keeps hinting at us that she’s not a grandmother yet. Your lucky if I even pop out one.


John Mayer again….bye.

What I Learned from Drew:

  1. …if you stay emotionally balanced and responsible in life you are able to have the real joy. The earned joy.
  3. When you feel lost, write.
  4. And even though it was only laundry, it taught me how to tackle everything moving forward. You fall in love and try to conquer by way of measuring it!
  5. That is one church I am staying loyal to. The Church of Laughing.
  6. “There should be no ‘I’ in what you are saying or thinking or feeling. You have to separate yourself from yourself. You have to realize that ‘you’ are nothing, and ‘we’ are all everything.”
  7. …we are anything but tethered. We are capable of going anywhere we want anytime we need
  8. Everything is endless and full of possibilities
  9. Learn to be alone. The things you can do can be really fun.
  10. It is being alone that will actually set you up the best for being with someone else.

Here is to us dreamers and being optimistic to new possibilities!