I can’t stop eating, the food in Paris is freaking delicious
I didn’t have the best of days… I got a pretty severe anxiety attack at work this afternoon. Which was totally random, and I didn’t really know what was causing it, but the more I think about it & I realize it’s because of all the unnecessary pressure I am putting on my shoulders – I meditated to get me through it.
I love that I have people that believe in me, because at some point I stopped believing in myself, and that makes me sad… unfortunely some have what may seem like high expectations. I’m just trying my best, and I can’t be who I’m not. I know what makes me happy, and what doesn’t, and I don’t want to force myself to go against my spirits. Because that’s actually how you destroy yourself, and I’m in a healing process.
All I know is, I am getting back on my feet. You can’t imagine the feeling of sensing my being been born again. I just hope I will make some proud… sometimes I feel like you’re kinda the only ones who care about my journey, on this blog or whatever – and I need to thank you for that.
Sunsets in Paris be like…
I love Summer. In twenty days or so, I’m leaving on a well deserved one-month vacation – again, I know what you’re thinking. I love taking an entire month vacay because then it feels like a real break, anything less than that is never enough.
I’m going to visit my family in Serbia, so of course, expect photoshoots with my cousin Mila. Crazy moments with my pets & fun hangouts with my Grandma – I honestly can’t wait ! In the meantime, I’m gonna enjoy this awesome weather in Paris.
I woke up at 3AM and started editing…
I couldn’t sleep last night, I was up half the night thinking about the city of angels and what it meant to me. I looked through some pictures and just because I couldn’t fall back asleep anyway, decided to edit them for The Blog.
It’s funny, I always wake between 3-4am Paris time… which is like 6/7 PM in LA, usually when I’d start looking for a place to get dinner or when I’d go grocery shopping & then eat at home. Sometimes I almost feel like I’m getting used to living in Paris, but then I have these little body reminders.
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