I’ve been talking to a friend about what it really means to be happy. We are quite similar and we are facing the same issues when it comes to feeling happy and fulfilled on a daily basis. We’ve realized that we’re both making the same mistake, which is caring too much – about others, about what people think of us. This leads us to putting other people first instead of ourselves. We will always be the girls who’ll try to make everyone happy, always thinking about how the other person will feel if we disagree or refuse. This drives us to compromise at almost every step in order to not upset the other person (which would make us feel guilty). However, here’s the catch: making other people happy does not make us happy. And putting them first makes us frustrated. So why do we keep doing it? Continue reading
I know I’ve bragged a few posts ago about how warm and sunny it is in Bucharest and how spring has arrived – I was wrong, I must’ve meant autumn. :)) It seems that we deserved exactly 2 weeks of warm weather and now it’s back to rain and lower temperatures. Hey, we could’ve gotten nothing at all, right?
Well, it has been unofficially here for a week and a half now – spring, I mean – the weather is very nice in Romania, we had temperatures of over 10° C almost every day. But I’m talking about that feeling you get when you know for sure the season has changed, when you can smell spring in the air: the days are longer, you are more energetic and optimistic and ready for new and exciting stuff. That’s how I feel – today, more than ever. Because today is the little holiday we call Mărțisor, on which men give women brooches and trinkets with a red and white string attached – you can see below just what I mean – and the women have to wear these trinkets, or at least the string, throughout the entire month of March. It’s a very old tradition and it signifies the beginning of this beautiful season we call spring. Continue reading
Hi, my name is Andreea and I like cutesy chick-lit. You can go ahead and sue me! It’s hard to admit that you like chick-flicks or chick-lit and people will judge you for it – probably because the stories seem easy and predictable or because most of them are cheesy, so maybe it makes it seem like you are a bit superficial or something. I don’t know what it is, but I do know that I’m a girl and by default we’re suckers for romantic stories. So this being my little piece of the internet I can finally admit it: I liiiike chick-lit. It’s my own little escape from the real world and from my real life filled with my job, housework and all the other responsibilities that come with being an adult. If life is so hard and overwhelming sometimes, why shouldn’t we have something to makes us feel all fluffy and pink on the inside again? So in between my favorite genres of dystopias and mystery I occasionally read a chick-lit novel and it feels so good! 😀
Okay so it’s not actually new phones, it’s just one, but you get the point.
This story happened before Christmas, the time when most miracles happen (I have no idea if this statistic is true – might be, but miracles almost never happen for me, so I might not be the best authority on this – insert self-pity-cry-here), the miracle being that I finally decided what phone to buy :)) I know, my life is so small, right? Shutup. Continue reading