Not blogging for more than two months has felt fine, more than fine, actually. Rather amazing. Fantastic because they have felt that I finally had room to breathe. It has been a way for me to re-fall in love with my own life. I've been on such an amazing crazy ride all the years since my journey at Culinary Arts Academy Switzerland, but somehow the last couple of months have been the most confusing. I have fought on to get ahead, to get back to the joy that was for me personally before Instagram came and moved all interaction there. I barely had the strength to post at all but I somehow managed to publish posts here and there. Somehow ... in retrospect, it feels incredibly unnecessary to burn itself out and their joy. Sometimes it's better to just pause and let things "cases where They may 'so to speak.
I tried to find my place and my way and what I want to write about and share with you, but no matter how I butted heads the hill, I have not landed properly. Each time I thought "NOW! Now I have it, I have solved the puzzle "as it has been shown that , not even close. And it is both my greatest asset and my biggest weakness I almost refuse to give up. I want to believe that my will can move mountains. Sometimes it's just that that will go before the wits.