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.”
I’ve been making the excuse for awhile now, about why I don’t write as often as I used to on this blog here of mine. I always say that I’m too busy with working and graduate school work. However, to be honest, I haven’t been working at all the last month and a half, and my graduate class workload here in France is quite minimum compared to what I’m used to.
To be completely truthful, I feel that this blog has lost its way, that I’ve lost my way, my voice a little bit.
Continue reading “Changing.”
About new year’s eve, I only remember about half of it. I guess that’s what happens when you mix champagne and beer and have a little, tiny stick for a body. What I do remember though is having an amazing time hanging out with bestie, Sam, in good ole Shorewood, Wisconsin at this amazing craft beer bar, Draft and Vessel. I remember that I rang in the new year feeling like 2017 can go suck it because it probably ranked about number 2 or number 3 on my list of worst years ever.
2017 was a year of trials and frustrations, of half insane, sleepless nights, feeling stressed in general and feeling stressed about my half insane sleepless nights. Ever go crazy even more because you can see that you’re going crazy? Yeah, that was 2017 for me. I can say, however, that it ended with the most happiness I had felt all year.
Continue reading “Go boldly, ’cause you’re just going to fail anyways: new year’s resolutions and such”
The books are starting to be packed. Well, I’m starting to pack them. Little by little I’m cleaning out my tiny studio and boxing things up. I only have about 3 and a half weeks left here in Milwaukee and only have about 4 and a half weeks before France (well it may be longer than that as I still have no word on my visa situation).
I just finished the book The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin, and as I’ve mentioned in a couple of other posts, this book has inspired me to seek happiness in my own life. One of her personal resolutions was to clear the clutter in her life. I was quite inspired by her and by this particular resolution because as I was starting to clear the clutter in my head of false lies that I trained my mind to believe that were causing my depression and my anxiety, I thought it only fitting that seeking happiness in my life should also be reflected in my physical life. After all, I realized that though in general I’m not a huge fan of cleaning up my own messes, I find that I do feel happier when I do. I feel happier when my house is in less of a mess and doesn’t look overbearing with stuff. I also feel happier with less stuff. I think that in my depression, in my anxiety, and with my sentimental habits, I tend to hold onto things that I don’t use, don’t need, or think that I might possibly use someday. So, I started de-cluttering my life, mentally, emotionally, and now physically.
Continue reading “One must purge but also choose wisely.”