My Selfish Lover

The most challenging part of my life has been dating. Dating is exhausting and draining. The guys that I meet are squirrelly and quite questionable. I think it might be the choices that I tend to make. I have tried online dating which in itself is very scary. I am highly attracted to men who have the “bad boy persona”.  That selection made complete sense in my early twenties. As I got older I realized the choices were not getting better and what’s a single girl’s got to do? (Keep dating the bad boys) with wisdom.  Time has been going so fast and before I knew I was in my thirties. Now the bad boys choices that I have come with bigger and bigger  packages or are emotionally unavailable.

 I have decided to take a complete turn around on my love life, which is to fall in love with myself first before anyone else. I call it my “selfish lover”. To be perfectly clear Putting yourself first is never a selfish choice, but since some people will call it that, I will call it that also, because I will not apologize for loving and putting myself first. I also only call it that because that’s how society view this type of love. I am an advocate for self-care and self love. We have to be tender with ourselves, care for our bodies and treat it delicately before we can be in a place to offer our love to someone else. You cannot possibly be able to give something you don’t possess to someone else. We must have self-love in order for us to be able to truly love.

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Now when people as me if I am in a relationship I say yes. I am falling in love with me everyday. Discovery my potentials, my passions, my likes, dislikes. The little things that make me smile, or bring unmeasurable joy to my heart. Now I know when I finally meet that mister Right he will have me at my best and I will be able to give him all the love that I can I give freely, with no regret or questions.             

Be you and embrace your me time!


A life en aventure

To live truly is to truly live. Une vie en rose sans de regret et plain d’amour et d’aventure. I have always felt like I was looking for the meaning of my life until I discover what makes me the happiest, which is traveling. There is something about the planning of a trip that gets me so excited and happy. All the prep works and the anticipation is so special to me. Don’t get me started on the airport. I love that place, just to people watch is already so fulfilling. Traveling gives my the most meaning, it shows me a part of myself that I never knew. I feel free to explore, free to communicate and emerge in cultures that once were all unknown to me.

Walking up in a new country learning the basic local language so I can greet the locals, eating with them, laughing and walking their streets makes me feel like the giant person. Stopping in every corner inhaling the aroma of their foods, plants and flowers. Back in 2007 I went to Brazil and Argentina you can say that was the days before social Media. I barely took any photos from that trip I have so many great memories with some people that I didn’t even know who now are lifetime friends. We dances, learned, cried, and celebrated our birthdays together. Now when I travel I have to try to take the best photos and also to make time to just explore and put my phone/camera away. It’s a struggle though (haha).

P.S: I am very happy to start writing on this blog. I have been trying this start this for the past 2 years, but never took any action. I would like to thank all of you in advance for your support. I promise my writing will get much better and you will enjoy my contents from now on.