Let go of the illusion that it could have been different.

French countryside

Let go of the illusion that it could have been different.
Provins is a wonderful medieval town not too far from Paris, that we had the delight to visit on a beautiful summer day. There we could find picturesque little houses, a beautiful rose garden with so many different species, never-ending views on fields, a big romanesque castle and of course this feeling of being away from a big city, and breathing the fresh air, just enjoying ourselves.
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Your worth is not measured by your productivity

I can’t stop eating, the food in Paris is freaking delicious

Your worth is not measured by your productivity
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.

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It’s okay, you just forgot who you are. Welcome back !

Sunsets in Paris be like…

It's okay, you just forgot who you are. Welcome back !
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 – I honestly can’t wait ! In the meantime, I’m gonna enjoy this awesome weather in Paris.

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Let’s go somewhere where the stars kiss the ocean

Overlooking Pacific Coast Highway
Let's go somewhere where the stars kiss the ocean

Throwbacks photos to Santa Monica from last September… ugh, I miss this place more than I’d miss breathing air.
Let's go somewhere where the stars kiss the ocean
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MADISON KENNEDY
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“i have a really good vegan accent” – overheard in LA

I woke up at 3AM and started editing…
Sunsets in LA

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.Sunsets in LASunsets in LASunsets in LASunsets in LA

MADISON KENNEDY
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