I’m back to running again! 😀

I used to blame people when things were going wrong with my life. There was always someone to blame—even if it was absurd. I just needed to blame someone. Just like when I had arthritis at 25.

For me, it doesn’t come naturally to think about myself first. By default, I’m thinking about what would please other people, although I know it should be the other way around. If I don’t pay enough attention, I lose myself in the process, and I feel frustrated and sad.

Since I gave birth to Ellie, I haven’t really got back to sports (I will back soon, though ^^). I still have some belly fat to lose and it doesn’t make me feel bad or anything. It’s there and I accept it.

I like to observe Ellie – how persistent and determined she is by trying to reach stuff that she’s not supposed to play with. She knows what she wants, and she knows exactly how to get it (although her arms and legs are not well coordinated yet ^^).

When you look around, there’s always something missing. A lover, a pet, new clothes, a new smartphone, …  You never feel complete until you have them but once you do, you’re back in that unsatisfied state.

Today, my little sister is 16. It’s crazy how time flies. I still remember when she used to be a baby. Now she’s a teenager in High School with no idea whatsoever of what to do as a career (just like I did and most of people actually).

You have a project in mind and though you’d love to make it happen, in your mind it’s not the right time: you’re too young, not have enough experience, not enough money, …

Davidson and I were having our breakfast at Adan World Hostel as usual.

When I told my friends that I would be traveling solo for 4 months in South America, the first thing they told me was: