Yesterday I went to the Milwaukee Art Museum, frankly, to get some inspiration, because apparently I’m quite cliché. Honestly, though, I don’t care about that because I finally had a day off work, and there was an exhibit that I’ve been wanting to see for quite awhile.
Additionally, I just wanted to get out of the house and out of my daily routine. I find myself in a constant state of discontent. I’m always thinking about the future and not in a healthy way. I always focus on getting out of this place, this current situation that I’m in. One of the things that I’ve been trying to focus on though is cultivating joy and focusing on my now, because as much as I would love to jet off to Iceland to escapade around in ice caves or sail off to the Caribbean to get some last much needed sun as we face the brutal Wisconsin winter with shorter days, less sunlight, and biting winds (and apparently snow in October), it’s clear that if I’m not happy in my everyday life, then I’m clearly not happy period.
Continue reading “Upside Down Rainbows”
When I think about how I used to look at the world, with such curiosity and love, I sometimes feel like I’ve forgotten who I used to be. I used to grab at the world endlessly, with no fear and no reserves. I sometimes miss that person that so loved the world, chasing dreams endlessly, no matter the cost, emotionally, mentally, or financially.
I miss the bliss of being sure of my passions and my desires: to travel to get to know the world and its people, to make the world a better place, and to write about all of it, detailing on every nook and cranny of this digital journal the step-by-steps of my global citizenship journey.
But somewhere along the line those passions and desires were taken from me, or at the very least, they’ve gone completely dormant, almost as though have been taken from me.
Continue reading “Taking advantage of creative spaces.”
I moved to a new apartment in Milwaukee about a month and a half ago. Finally moving back to living alone after a year of living with five different roommates at different times was a breath of fresh air. Setting up my new place to be exactly what I wanted it to be was the start of a new beginning. Even if I did decide … Continue reading Painting tables and hanging photos.
It’s been over a year since I wrote on here last. I believe the last time I wrote was when I was still living in Paris, trying to understand who I was in relation to the French culture, the Parisian culture, a culture that I thought for the longest time I felt that I belonged to. I continue to question if that’s even the case anymore. I’m still trying to figure that out. (Then again, I’m not sure that I belong to any culture, really).
Here it is, over a year later, and I finally found some inspiration to write again, well at least to ramble again. I still don’t know what I want to do with this blog or even if I want to keep it. All I know is that I’m 27 years old, on the verge of finishing my Masters (a long 3 and half year journey by the the time I will have finished), and I still feel just as lost as when I began, but in a different way.
Continue reading “Be curious, beauties.”