On my walk from the bus station, there’s this cool sort of ‘island’ up the hill. The design accommodates about what I think is three buildings with interesting planned walkways, steps and squares.
It feels like there is so much space. Alice Lane.
It always makes me think of Alice in Wonderland, and how she went down the rabbit hole. And then there was that time she went through the looking mirror…
I have been doing a lot of introspection and realizing that gratitude is the only state to exist in. Alhamdulilah. I value everything so much more, especially my family and friends ♥️
I’ve been very busy recently that I haven’t been able to blog much. It’s been good because my mind feels like it’s growing, and now I have new things to talk about. I’ve decided to just blog on my phone whenever I get a chance, and resume on my laptop where I’ll get to play with the layouts as I love.
Just plain ol’ phone pics with a commentary as such.
Falling deeper into the rabbit hole, and being grateful for every step I take to being better every day ♥️
“Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.” ― Henry David Thoreau.
Last Saturday, I had an early bird breakfast with my friend Joyce at Le Grenier à Pain, a chic French restaurant up along Riverside Drive. We got there around 8.35 am, the weather being nice and brisk. The cool, clean morning air settling deliciously on our skin. I love early mornings when they start off slow, or rather, tame. When you can enjoy the quiet while everybody else is still asleep or just waking up. Considering it being a Saturday morning, people started strolling in around 10 to 11 when Joyce and I had already settled in and relaxed. We spent our entire time talking about our dreams, set some goals and enjoyed some great food.
I had the marinated smoked salmon with cream cheese, scrambled eggs, capers and shaved red onions, and Joyce had the apple cinnamon French toast with fresh fruits, crème fraîche & maple syrup. We got a basket of fresh bread and butter for good measure and every single thing was divine. Later on we shared the raspberry tart as dessert. The decor was a dream to photograph, and I happily snapped away practising some tips I picked up from tutorials I’ve been watching on YouTube Academy.
You should pass by one of these fine mornings.
P. S. You may find Joyce on social media as Podoa by Joy. She’s a fantastic makeup artist 🙂
“Why Aren’t You Smiling?
You’ve gotta keep going.” – Jhene Aiko – W. A. Y. S.
My previous post is dated 27th May 2017, which is more than a month ago.
Much has happened, and yet things are pretty much the same still.
I’m growing. Still dreaming big and audaciously.
I took the month off to focus on fasting and prayer during the Holy month of Ramadhan, and it was really good for my soul. I even deactivated my Instagram account for a week, hah. There was a sense of calm that just filled my soul that even in times of distress I felt really close to my Creator. Like He could hear me when I’d ask Him to show me a way, and I really miss that.
I always question my purpose on this earth, and as each day goes by that yearning builds up. Almost like how you try to recall someone’s name – it’s on the tip of your tongue and swishing about in your brain – but you just can’t grasp it yet.
I meant it when I said I was elated for the BAKE Awards nomination. I wasn’t very honest when I said I was okay with not winning. You see the thing is, I felt like I was so close. That maybe this was my big break. Or just a victory I really wanted, you know? And when it didn’t happen, well, I guess I sort of had to reconfigure my strategy, which I’ve come to realize always seems to keep changing.
I find myself wondering and searching for a special solution that will make all my dreams come true, ignoring the fact that this ‘searching’ takes away the joy from the present. Always chasing, searching, yearning, forgetting to be present. To be grateful for what is, for the now. And to stop comparing, or setting time limits for my achievements because everyone’s journey and life purpose is different. The important thing is that I’m trying. I’m getting started. And even in moments when I’m weak, scared or feel like I’ve failed, I get up and march on.
Lots of love,