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January in lettered tiles

January: looking back

To all those who experienced January as a long ass year, congratulations! You’ve made it to February! As you might have known, I had some goals set for last month. Phew, where to begin? 24 Books goal Well for starters, I didn’t manage to read two books last month. I did manage however to finish one, which I also wrote about. Currently reading book #2: The little black book by Otegha Uwagba. In all honesty, had it been in English, I’d finished long time gone. It’s not the most complicated or thickest book. I just have a harder time getting through books written in Dutch. But we’re still only in February! Can I still reach the 24 books by the end of 2019? We’ll see… How did it go with the working out, you ask? *Scratches head* I haven’t been on the mat for a week…Yes, today it has been a week. Which means I haven’t done yoga nor any other exercises for a week. Meaning, the muscles are shrinking bit by bit again. I will have …

Weekly report: 2-3

Welcome to the belated weekly report of week 2 and 3! As of week 1 I pledged to share the progress of my goals with you. Now that we finished week 3, let’s see how that has gone. Exercise 2-3 times per week With pride I can say, I nailed it and failed it! The goal for January is 2-3 times per week, the long-term goal for 2019 is every day. Hence I was hella proud of myself when in week 2 I marked Friday as day my fifth day of exercise. For the weekend I intended to d extended yoga sessions, but I got lazy. This laziness stretched itself along to week 3. I literally didn’t do one bit of exercising for week 3. And it was noticeable. At least for myself. I was less energetic and also a lot more on edge. Because to be frank: yoga has been doing great things for my mental state. Plus: a bitch is almost able to reach her toes again! Read 2 books this month One …

I vow…

Ah, the feel of lying back in bed and writing till I feel like stopping is so liberating. Especially when the clock hits 12 o’ clock and I can add a glass of wine to the experience. As much as I’d love to have mornings like this on a daily base, that’s not my reality. In reality I wake up every morning at 5.30 am and leave home at either 6.15 or 7.15. I commute 3 hours and work 7,5 hours a day, 5 days a week. Every day I complain. Not today though. Despite today being Sunday and being well aware that’s easy as it is to complain about going back to work tomorrow, I should consider myself blessed. Because at least I have a job. Perhaps not the job of my dreams, but it does help my dreams becoming a reality. I am able to do the things I wasn’t able to before. It allows me to do one of the things I love most: shopping, have cocktails with my loved ones… Hell, …

Sunday Reflecting: live in the present

On Sunday’s my mother after my mom went to church, we’d cruise around to wherever. Yeah, we would literally just get in the car and drive to certain towns. Admiring the houses, talk about what it’d look like from the inside, look at some poor choices of gardening. But most importantly, it allowed me to dream. Oh, how I would dream.  Life didn’t turn out that way, tho. Now, you might think this has me absolutely depressed, because clearly my life isn’t as I had dreamed it would be. But I’m not, at least not anymore. Which is exactly what has me writing this today.

Photodiary: Getaway as a unicorn pt. 3

I’ll be taking you to one of the most memorable days of my life: my sister’s wedding, where I held my first public speech, my niece stole the show and I caught the bouquet (YES BIH). Mind you, today it’s the two-month anniversary of her wedding! Also we’re going sailing with my best friend, going BTS of my beloved partner in crime’s photoshoot and you’re gonna meet some of my family members. 

I uninvite myself

A few days ago some of my closest friends a.k.a my master mind group were having one of our early morning group conversations which started with my proposal of “killing ourselves” by going out the night before a seminar we’re attending together. One of them immediately jumped in on the invite. That’s just how he is, he’s the reckless one among us and also our bartender and no this is not a good combination, we barely make it out alive after one night with him. But after I sent out the invite, I was like…Yo, I gotta think this thru. I also gotta work that day, attend my kid brother’s game (trust me this requires almost as much energy as playing the game), next day we got a seminar and I also wanna go out? My old ass self usually need at 48 hours to recover after a night out. This would be a form of suicide! His words: it’s not something that we haven’t done before. And that’s when it hit me. He was …