I’ve been educated being respectful for the planet. Without thinking about it a lot, I took good daily habits to preserve our lovely planet. And year after year, I started really think about it and I slowly became kind of extreme about it. Vegan and really careful about global warming, my goal was to reach the zero waste way of life. And then, I landed in Kuwait…
If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you already know. If not, thanks ! You give me another chance to say it : I am a half-marathoner ! I already ran 5 or 10 km race, but a half-marathon… It was the first time ! As weird as it can be, living in Kuwait made me become sporty. Let me explain how.
In France, November is the month without tobacco. A lot of people decided to quit smoking the first of November, thanks to this month. I took this decision the 27th of September, after an evening with my neighbor. So now, it been six weeks since I decided to quit. So, how was it ?
A few years ago, Mathilde decided to live abroad. I met Mathilde in high school and we don’t talk anymore. It’s just life, there is no reason, but I keep our conversations in mind. Mathilde is a young lady, really sweet and quiet. A bit discreet but really brave. When I think about her again, I realized that I learned a lot from her. But why do I talk about Mathilde ? Only because she is the one thanks to I am not scared to do new things. I’ll tell you how.
I was talking about something with a friend and she told me, laughing, that I was becoming a feminist. When we talk about feminism, we talk about Femen and other groups of activists. We only think about groups considered as radical. But to be feminist is not an insult. Feminism is essential in a world built by and for men.
I see it on a few blogs and I think it’s a good thing to do. I will write about October 2018 : what did I do and what did I learn ? And also, let’s write about the goals for November. If you want to read again what I wrote about September 2018, it’s juste here ! October was really weird, a lot of mixed feelings…
The first time I went to Bali, it was in March 2013. I arrived there for my 24th birthday. My mom gifted me a night in a villa with my own pool. It was after four months travelling around Asia with Juliette, and I just needed a bit of comfort. I didn’t know this day, and I realized it later but this first night was the beginning of a big and long love story.