194 days of solitude*

*(sort of)

When I'm going to sit in my rocking chair 30 or 40 years from now and look back on the story of my life, the last year will be a special chapter. It will be a chapter of extremes: the most introverted time of my life. The most sleep I ever got. The least physical year I've ever had (I've never spent more time lying down than during the 194 days I will have been away from home by the end of August). It was the year of packing my suitcase and saying goodbye to my husband 27 times. A year of introspection. A year of stillness. 

It's also the most internal growing I've done in a long time, maybe ever. It was the year where I put the pieces of myself back together. 

A new favourite spot

Happy Sunday friends!
I'm thrilled to share with you that we found another favourite spot at our place, at least as great as the willow tree at our old one ;-) 

In my experience, special places slowly evolve, you won't find them right away, which is what makes them so special when you discover them one day. 

Life lately

How's your summer going? Ours is wetter and cooler than what's normal, which means everything is so much greener than it usually is! True, the green is mostly weeds and not grass, but it's still a novelty to be surrounded by green this time of year in the semi-desert. 

A video of the first 6 months of 2019

As you may know, I'm into the third year of taking a one-second video every day with this app, and I wanted to share the first 6 months of 2019 today! I love this easy way of documenting life, and I'm always amazed at how much of a story you can create by filming just one second. I highly recommend it!

Body confidence is a feminist act

The bathing suit I'm wearing in these photos (it's this one from Aerie) arrived in the mail about 3 weeks ago. I had been impatiently waiting for it and the bikini I also ordered, and squealed with delight when I saw the package in the mailbox. Ten minutes later, the squeals of delight had turned into squeals of horror, and the old enemy I thought I had left behind for good several years earlier was suddenly back, grinning at me triumphantly in the mirror. Every woman reading this will know whom I talking about: our well-known nemesis body-loathing, causing the unpleasant but oh-so-familiar "I-feel-shitty-about-my-body" sensation that makes us want to hide in a big old paper bag.