Steering away from the line of oh-so-deep posts, I’d like to explore a topic that’s currently the No. 1 on my mind: creativity. I by no means consider myself some sort of a creative guru; however, I strive to create every day. Does that mean I’m entitled to share my tips on how to fight the lack of creativity? Probably no, but I’ll write it anyway. After all, sharing is caring, nicht wahr?Continue reading “How I Fight Lack of Creativity”
Just listed a couple of the best mistakes I’ve made in my twenties so far, so you have some fresh inspiration for what to try next!
Do they spark joy?
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When I started this blog, I had problems being personal enough. I thought that I couldn’t write because I didn’t know anything about, well, anything. Not that this has changed (lol), but I realized that sometimes, instead of providing the answers, you can just share the questions popping in your head. So, this post is about one of the most personal topics for me -homecomings. And about all the things I still don’t know about home.
“What would you like to read about on a millennial blog?” I asked my parents at lunch. “What is a millennial blog?” My dad asked. “Well, that would be the blog of mine,” I replied. “Write about how to find balance with food,” he finally said. “Write about how to find balance with work,” advised mum. “Thanks guys,” I said and left our brainstorming session – only to find myself at the desk 30 minutes later, writing a text on finding balance.
In late November I left New York and went on my first solo trip ever. Mexico, Guatemala, Colombia. Honestly, I wasn’t too worried about traveling on my own. But I would have felt much more prepared had I known…
You might have noticed that this blog thrives on overthinking. That is not necessarily a bad thing, friends! Overthinking produces a whole lot of crap, and then sometimes a bit of share-worthy content, too – and today’s article is a solid mix of both.
This is what I’ve learned in New York so far:
Globetrotter (noun): a habitual worldwide traveller.
Also: a point we might have been past.
Summers to me haven’t only meant freckles and warm breeze and flushed cheeks and a soft ice-cream melting in my hand. To me, summers have always been a season to thrive. Every once a year, when the heat crept into the city and nights got lighter, I got desperately thirsty for change. During the summer, everything was possible. During the summer, I could finally become Her – the person I never even resembled. Continue reading “All The Summer Persons I’ll Never Be”