What could possibly be more fun than seeing some old friends? I’ll tell you. Seeing some old friends while enjoying a nice hot beverage. Thus, a high tea with some of my uni friends seemed like a brilliant idea. Only thing to do was to make reservations. That’s where that plan went out of the… Continue reading There was supposed to be a High Tea!
So recently my psychologist suggested group therapy to me. Maybe it would be good for me. Help me to see there are many people with their own problems. So here I am, considering group therapy (and with ‘considering’ I mostly mean Googling).
As you might have guessed from the title, my day was filled with books. I went to this event called ‘boekenfestijn’ (translates into something like ‘bookfest’), which is this big book sale event organised once a month in a city in Belgium or the Netherlands. They manage to acquire a whole hall’s worth of books,… Continue reading Books, books and some more books
Valentine’s Day. Incredibly cheesy cards with flowers and landscapes that say nothing more than I love you, my sweetheart, be mine etc. Teddy bears with hearts, more things with hearts, stuff in pink and even more goods in red. The stores have been fully stocked and ready for weeks now with all those exceedingly typical… Continue reading Valentine’s
I wished I lived in walking distance of the beach. It is one of my places to go whenever I’m feeling a little (or a lot) off or stressed. It is maybe the one place that has a completely calming atmosphere and overall peaceful influence on me. So, even though it was winter-y and cold… Continue reading Grey Beach day
I’m not a person who takes big life decisions impulsively but when I got my first tattoo (back in 2013), I had thought about it for exactly a week beforehand. It started with a friend of mine, telling me about this art project where they were aiming to tattoo all the letters of the universal… Continue reading Human Rights Tattoo
I’m a worrier. I worry about everything all the time. It takes up much of my time, energy and sanity. I can not do something without some automatic extensive worrying beforehand. I never really realised this was an odd thing to do, until a psychologist told me so. Typical. I didn’t listen to my mother… Continue reading Worrying means you suffer twice