When I booked my ticket months ago, I thought this would be a great way to connect with local bloggers, expand my network and pick some some tips along the way. I had no idea about the scale, the level of production and the caliber of speakers attending. I was absolutely blown away. The energy...Continue Reading
If you’ve dyed your hair like mine, over and over again, you know that having good shampoo and conditioner is crucial. I went full Barbie blonde ten years ago and thought using L’Oreal shamps was a-OK. It’s not. I almost lost all my hair and swore I would never make that mistake again. When I went...Continue Reading
So I was running a weekly $65 delivery tab from Gjusta, the hipster mecca of all bakeries in Venice, when Kevin noted that the only reasons I was running up this solo tab was a) because I’m lazy b) because I’m absolutely obsessed with their carrot dish. Reluctantly realizing he made a good point, I had...Continue Reading
Today is my 28th birthday and it feels different.
This birthday is very significant to me because it is the first time I feel like "an adult". Some pretty terrifying family issues happened to us a few months ago and it has taught me all sorts of things. That I am in control of my own life and that I got this. I don't need to call my mom to figure out what to do next. I don't need to call my dad to bail me out. And I don't always need a shoulder to cry on. That doesn't mean I don't value all those things and most importantly, people, in my life. But for the very first time in my life, I listen to myself. I know I am capable of handling "it" on my own. I am blessed with many amazing people that guide and inspire me along the way, but I am finally in a place where I can guide myself in and out of situations. and.that.feels.weird.
I realized that ten years ago I became an adult. And yet, it took me ten years to feel like one. Lack of self-confidence maybe, some teenage issues I hadn't dealt with. Who knows. What I love most about my parents is that they gave me the room "to adult" as soon as I became one. When I was 18 my parents allowed me to move across the world to live with my then boyfriend. Pretty ballsy move, I know most parents would cringe at the thought. They allowed me the space to figure myself out, even if it took ten years to do so. For the past ten years, I have doubted myself, done a lot of soul searching while being my own worst critic. I still don't know what I'm doing but fuck it, who does. All that matters is that I'm doing something I love and that I'm less hard on myself. I can finally shut up that little voice in my head and appreciate the last ten years, instead of listing everything I didn't do or accomplish. So in honor of all my mistakes, trips I didn't take, careers I didn't jump on - I am going to take a moment to reflect on all the things that I did do.
Moved from Belgium to Canada at 18. I owned my own apartment at 20 and yet had to borrow money from my mom at 23 to pay my rent (shit happens). I've been a miserable girlfriend to some and now a wife to the most beautiful man I call my best friend. I'm finallyy a cat momma. I keep moving south - Vancouver to San Francisco, and now Los Angeles -next Mexico?! I've been a baker, a nanny, a personal assistant, a credit adjudicator, an account manager, a student, a very unhappy server, an absolute mess, an event planner, a tech recruiter...and as of recently, a blogger.
I never enjoyed any of these phases - I was aways too damn preoccupied being my own worst enemy. I've had so many amazing ideas during all these phases - creative, wild ideas that I wish I had the courage to pursue at the time. But I guess in the end, all that matters is that I am doing it now. Through all those stages - different jobs, different boyfriends, different friends, different cities - I learned to rely on myself and trust that each and every single thing that happens to me, whether it is good or bad, is for me to get to another stage, a better place. Had I never moved across the world to chase childish love, I would have never found the pure love I feel from my best friend everyday, and ultimately I would have never found myself. And that is what I hope to say to whoever is reading this, no matter what stage you're at, whether you are unhappy with someone, or in a job you hate - nothing is permanent and there is a lesson there for you to learn. Learn it. Grow. And move the fuck on.
So, THANK YOU for supporting me in my next phase. I don't know where this will go, but I know I have never been more excited to become a year older. I'm becoming a little bit more me with every year that passes and that feels pretty darn amazing.xo
photography by the talented Britney Gill
The thought of making gnocchi has always terrified me. I think the fear stems from imagining a tiny wrinkly Italian grandmother standing next to me, shouting “BASTA! BASTA! FERMARE!”. But I conquered my fear, kicked that old little woman out of my kitchen and got to work. I wouldn’t say this is the easiest dish to...Continue Reading