Food is my religion
I have honestly asked myself a couple times if I should become a food blogger because of how obsessed with food I am… can’t stop talking about it, can’t stop taking pictures of my meals and sharing them;
Which is such a strange behavior if I think about it, but it’s so satisfying on a personal level, I can’t even explain it. So here we go again…
I went to Pouchkine for macarons and an iced cream coffee, so tasty. Another day to Noglu for a gluten free breakfast, which was nice – but my favorite bakery remains Chambelland, they make by far the most delicious sweets, pies & pastries. Also had a beautiful dinner at Miznon, an Israeli restaurant with my boyfriend.
If I had a life motto, it would be just that…
I keep seeing posts online of people being so excited about the next thing in their lives… they can’t wait for what happens next, and most of what they seem to be doing is wishing to be already then, but once it’s happening, it’s a blur because they’re still thinking about whatever happens after that…
It’s kind of exhausting and sad, in my opinion. There’s so many awesome moments that they’re not fully enjoying, and it’s like – just stop, because it’s worth it. I practice comfort & pleasure. I dwell in the little precious moments, and I love just being in the present. It makes me feel empowered and relaxed. There’s a beautiful inner happiness from doing that, so I encourage you to try it as well.
My boyfriend and I went to this amazing Israeli restaurant in Paris, named “Shouk” the food there is extravagantly tasty. In appearance simple, it’s actually elaborated in savor, a good cuisine that fills you up pretty neatly. Then we had coffee at “Craft”, cute spot.
“When in doubt, book that ticket and go”
En route for Las Vegas !
I have a love-hate relationship with this city. I mean it’s an odd place, everything seems grandiose and completely unbelievable because we’re in the middle of the desert… the air is dry, and the heat is crushing.
But at the same time, you’ve got all that luxury before your eyes. They say it’s America’s favorite playground, and I do have to agree on that. The sentence “anything is possible” makes sense there, whatever you’re searching for, you might find it. It’s not like L.A. where people come with their dreams, here it’s all about having a good time without considering consequences.
Which is why I do not like the general ambience there. I just find it fascinating, it’s like a trip down the rabbit hole, where you get to see all the curiosities hidden from wonderland.
Should we let others dictate how we look…
I go back & worth with that question in mind – assuming your boyfriend likes your hair a certain way, or color, should you actually keep it that way only to please him ? Even though, it might not be a true reflection of who you are, or want to be.
I feel like for women, anything that has to do with our looks is so important to us, because that’s how we express ourselves. The patriarchal society tends to repress women’s freedom, voice and of course their appearance.
Most men will not understand how it is an every day challenge for a woman to let herself be. They’ve been raised in an unfair world that benefits them, so they think even how a woman keeps their hair or dresses up, is a due to them.
The reality that needs to be spoken out, is that it’s not. Women have let themselves be submissive over the generations, mostly out of a survival instinct. Which is totally comprehensible… we are also the nurturing souls, and if we cannot please a man enough, then how are we supposed to birth families.
But we are not slaves to their needs. We have to listen to what we want, because they don’t. If you like yourself the way you are, then stop listening to whoever is trying to change you to benefit them. You’re going to end up like a broken doll that doesn’t even recognize who they are anymore.
Your mom did not give you life, so that you would sacrifice it to an underserving man. You are not the victim to women’s past. You will rise for yourself, and for us, and we will put an end in time to men suffocating us. Be proud to be a woman, and act strongly by choosing what suits you.
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.