#44 The Importance of Forward Momentum

44. The funny thing about life is that no matter if your ready or not, its going to keep moving on with or without you...so put your best game face on and tackle the inevitable truths.

#43 The Importance of Dinner at Tiffanys

43. The employees at Tiffany and Co. celebrate their evening close with a few bottles of champagne. I got locked in after the doors had been secured shut, and was offered a glass before being escorted out.

#42 The Importance of Knowing You Just Can't Win

42. I hate all cable/internet/phone providers. I thought i hated Bell so i went with Rogers, now i hate Rogers so i went back to Bell, now Bell is giving me a hard time and i just want to cry. The bottom line is they all suck, and they're all mean, and they will all say whatever they want to try to steal your business back. I'M DONE!

#41 The Importance of Change

41. And then comes a point, when you realize the thing your holding on to, is just a part of the past..and that's probably where it should be cherished, remembered, and stay put. Let Go.

#40 The Importance of Impact

40. You have more of an impact on people than you may think. The power of your attitude can make or break a persons day.

#39 The Importance of the Fine Art of Purposeful Ignorance

39. In the downtown core, Ipods are no longer a luxury for portable music, but more so a necessity to politely pretend to ignore those around you. If you don't want to deal with the screaming crazies that are pretty much a package deal with urban living, you best get out those earbuds, turn up the tunes, and walk with a purpose.

#38 The Importance of Loyalty

38. After a less than enjoyable morning, i had to make an important decision regarding my hunger. The fact of the matter was that i was starved, and the most logical thing to do (since i was already running late, and had places to be...like work) was to grab the first thing i saw and get a move on. There was no option in being picky, just this once, i couldn't afford to spoil myself. So I grabbed my latte from Second Cup instead of Starbucks, because there were no S-bucks that i was aware of on my way. The important thing to note here, is that loyalty is a two-way street... and that God must have seen an opportunity to teach me a lesson on allegiance. So feeling guiltier than ever, Second Cup in hand, a very flustered me stumbled out of Union Station in a direction i'd never come across before. And that's where it happened. Caught chai-latte handed. It was as if the gates to heaven had just opened up to me, and i was standing there with an "i love Satan" t-shirt on. I stood there for a moment, feeling sorry for myself, suddenly recgonizing the less than mediocore taste of drink in my mouth. It was disappointment at its finest. The lesson had been learned. Loyality is infact a two-way street. Starbucks would never let me down the way i did her. I can only hope that she'll remember, that brown and gold package in my hands, will only ever be the "second cup". And by that i really mean, my second choice.