WHEN THE RAIN HITS

So, I have made it through the Milkfest. It was eight crazy days of no sleep, thousands of children, amazing shows and cute Europeans. How can I complain really?!

The week was ended by a visit from my Kevin, he picked me up from work in his Dad's convertible Mustang. I am not usually a get hot for cars kind of girl, but it was sexy to drive through the sunny streets of the city with the top down, I'm not gonna lie.

There is a heat wave in Toronto today, and the TTC was on strike all day. Sarah pointed out that crazy things always happen when things get hot in this city, garbage strikes, blackouts and now the TTC out of order.

It's like things are boiling under the surface and something has got to break. Then there is that moment when the sky opens up and it rains.

Negotiating in unions or among each other is much the same. We push each other, heating things up until it breaks. Negotiating a relationship is sometimes a futile effort. Sometimes it is better to leave it alone to evolve.

I had been pushing myself, trying to force a resolution. Until I broke, and realized, I have to get away. I have realized sometimes what you think is worth it is really not worth it.

I am being cryptic, but it is that kind of day today, hot and hazy and mysterious. When you don't know when the relief is coming.

My metaphorical rain storm hit about a week ago, and I am proud to say that it came from within myself this time.

And that feels amazing!