I’ve tried. I started reading all of my old posts, editing, updating. It could’ve work, I can make it work, but it doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel respectful. Respectful to the 26-year-old version…
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At some point you know it’s time. Time to let go. Time to move on. I can’t say I’m feeling this time has come. However, after four years of writing every week in this…
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*Please be aware. This post can be triggering for people who suffer or have suffered from an eating disorder. If this is your case, I sincerely hope you’re receiving all the support you need,…
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I didn’t want to go. I despise everything that’s too commercial, the look-n-feel of plastic toys, the overload of stuff that will be used only a couple of times before getting trashed. I’m not…
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I pride myself on being a realistic minimalist. As in I don’t mind a little mess, and I enjoy having choices in the morning as I get dressed, but I can’t lie: I def…
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Guru Jagat is gone, and I miss her. For those who don’t know her yet, yes, she’s the magnificent lady with the long blond hair. And yes, you’ll often see her all dressed in…
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Thanks to Yogi Bhajan, I got out of this self-misery narrative I had been telling myself for several weeks now. Back to reality, and to the things that truly matter to me. I don’t…
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It had been a while. A while since there had been a toothbrush next to mine in the bathroom cabinet. The noise of the shower running while I’m away in the kitchen. A warm…
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Forget about the list. I know, it’s quite tempting to write down all those criteria you’re looking for in your dream partner and pray that the one will come if you believe in it…
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Not a single bump. I’d scream and cry if it was any other way. Every morning, the same fight. Facing the window in our small upstairs bathroom, my mom had to comply and follow…