Alright, I am aware that most of my “10 happy things” are always related to Barcelona or its people. I can’t help it, growing to be more and more divided with the time. Leaving Toronto for a few days doesn’t get easier, I feel that strange reticence to get on the plane and fly all the way back, but once I do, I lose myself in wanderlust and realize how much I missed it. Sometimes it feels like I never left. The city still reflect that blinding golden light, the same people are to be seen at the same coffee shops down my street, Grandma still asks me if I want her to sew my ripped jeans. Nothing has changed, yet everything has. My people have grown as much as I have, and so did our bond. It is recomforting to realize that while we are spread around the world, we always come back to each other, dancing as wildly as we used to, planning ahead to grow old together. I know it sounds like I exaggerate, but at 25 years old, I can say I have experienced all types of friendships. Trendy ones that go as fast as they came, lightning bolts that hit you so hard you can’t help it, “the one” that you thought would be the real deal and then the ones that grew slowly but so strongly that they became one of your roots. I start the year grateful for my roots. Grateful to know that while part of my support is far away from me, it is strong. Strong and timeless.
A Book Club + Big Little Lies
On a more tangible note, my friend Dess and I decided to start our very own book club to motivate ourselves to read more in 2018. So far, it is my favourite part of the year because I am reconnecting with a part of myself that I had set aside. It is helping me to feel more inspired with my writing, to play a higher level in my word game. The first book we picked is Big Little Lies and oh my if you are looking for a book to binge read, this would be a great candidate. I finished it in 24 hours, fell in love with the writing and the story lines. I plan on doing youtube reviews on the book club books we read, so tell me if you wish to see more about this and know more about the next books on our list!
Starting a bullet journal.
Let’s be clear, I am a structure rebel. Always was, always will be. However, I am teaching myself to navigate around the boundaries of my boundary allergy. I feel like some people are so gifted when it comes to staying organized, to having every single thing in their lives planned out. It’s something that I admire in a healthy non-envious way. I’ve learnt to embrace the mess that brain is made of, one that I have learnt my way through, one that pushes me to constantly do things differently. That’s where bullet journalling comes in the picture as a great way to merge a planner and a journal. It’s a blank notebook that you customize depending on your needs. It helps you to keep track of all the aspects of your life from work, blogging, shopping, expenses, moods to writing every single prompt that comes to you in the moment. So far I am obsessed, it helps me to stay on track of my objectives and be more creative as I spend more time writing a day.
Disclaimer: the video isn’t mine but Amanda’s, her art is amazing and I would definitely recommend giving her channel a go.
Twisting my ankle
I know it sounds weird but bear with me on that one. One day prior to my flight to Barcelona I twisted my ankle in the middle of my workout. It’s funny because once you are so used to doing something religiously, you almost feel like you are invincible at it. But you are not. Experience doesn’t make you any less vulnerable than someone that just started the journey. Anyhow it was kind of a wake-up call. I fell, it hurt, I was forced to be patient to heal it. Fast beat to nothing, I instantly became worried that I would gain weight like crazy so I took better care of my alimentation. Less cheating, smaller portions, no over-eating but also no under-eating. After a month of healing, I realized that my body has rested in a good way. That sometimes you need a break even if you don’t want it. It made me understand that it is no big deal if I don’t work out and it made me want to start again for the good reasons. Not because I have to, but because I love to.
Dinner @ Convenience ( 1184 Queen St W)
Damn, where do I EVEN start? I am not a medical drama kinda girl, I have very low tolerance for blood and cracked open bodies. But the writing. God, the writing is so freaking good I couldn’t stop watching, even after Shonda Rhimes killed all my favourite characters and broke all hopes for love I had left. If you want to be drunk in love with a show, I would recommend it a go. I mean…
Berets & Denim
Guys, I’m feelin’ myself. And when I do, I try out stuff that could potentially make me look like a complete fool. #sorrynotsorry
Just trying new things in general.
Zero. Fucks. Given.
I know I have said that before, but it’s been a while since I truly stopped giving fuck. I spent most of 2017 holding back. Waking up, thinking, posting, but never sharing what was truly going through my mind. Never truly having a conversation about it. I found myself writing about the things I was most comfortable about, until I realized this isn’t how it is supposed to be. Or at least this is not how I want my blogging or anything in my life to be. I think that my worst mistake during the last years was to be so conditioned by fear that I simply hid. My mind and feelings roar so intensely that I spent most of my life feeling ashamed of them but this is it. I will root for them instead, standing up for what I believe in. Not judgementally, not indirectly, not fakely, not with a single fuck. Just the way I always intended to. With love, honesty and lots and lots of sarcasm.