I come to you today with one of my favorite recipes this fall; vegan noodles. Since we moved in, we decided to cut out on meat (especially red), and cook with as many fruits and vegetables as possible. It’s not an issue for me since I’m not particularly fond of the taste, living alone I would eat meat one maybe twice a month, but my husband used to eat it every other day so this is a major change in his diet, but one he initiated himself so I can say for sure he’s happy about it. I mean I know he is. Well I hope he is.
It’s the first savory recipe I’ll have on the blog and many more are to come; I’ve been asked to stop posting pictures on snapchat but I don’t think I can, I like to flaunt and stunt, so instead I’m gonna share the recipes so you can see how easy it is to put together a healthy meal for two. I had to adjust because I was used to cooking for four people minimum, but I learned how to manage. I also always put the same portions on each plate and my husband keeps asking me why if I’m just gonna end up giving him half of mine, but he does not get that pictures are all about balance. I can’t have a large plate and a small one, it wouldn’t look right and I’m a person with issues.
And honestly you should learn how to cook for yourself, when I lived alone I used to cook everyday, I wanted to eat homemade things and I deserve the time and effort, so this recipe goes out to every person out there living on their own, you deserve to eat right. Plus when you come home at night and you’re tired you’ll always find leftovers so that’s a plus.
So back to the noodles, what you’ll need is :
- Half a pack of noodles
- 2 yellow peppers
- 2 green peppers
- 2 red peppers
- 1 red onion
- 1 carrot
- Olive oil
- Soy sauce
- Teriyaki sauce
- All the herbs (bay leaves, parsley, cilantro, thym, origan.. yada yada, I told you all the herbs)
For this recipe you’ll need a wok (or a plain big ass pan), a small pan and a saucepan.
Thinly slice your onion and put it in the small pan with a bit of olive oil, salt and pepper and let it cook slowly until it starts to get caramelized.
Cut your carrots into cubes and put in boiling water inside the saucepan with a bit of salt, check it once in a while, you want your carrots to soften but not too much.
Slice your onions into strips and mix them altogether in the wok with olive oil, some bay leaves, and salt and pepper. Usually peppers take a bit of time to soften up so you might wanna start ahead of time to let them cook all they please.
When your onion is caramelized throw it on your wok, and do the same once your carrots are done.
Add olive oil to your taste and add your herbs (honestly it’s up to you how much you wanna put it, I always feel like the more you add the better it tastes).
Put your noodles in cold water for like 3 minutes just so they can soften up, and then put them into boiling hot water so they can reaaally soften up for good. They’re spoiled like that, they want it hot AND cold.
When they’re done, take them out of the water and put them into the wok. Add some soy sauce, some teriyaki sauce, not a lot just a tad, you can always put more on your own bowl, you just don’t want it to be extra salty for everyone.
Stir up once in a while, and add water into your wok (half a glass at most) so you can have some sauce. A little secret is to add butter, a teaspoon let’s not get crazy, to make your noodles soft and tender just like you are.
The recipe is now done, you have a delicious meal in front of you, dive in !
Body positivity is not a trend. It’s not something people want to shove down your throat. It’s just about being fucking time that we stop having one model of people to look like.
This is something really close to my heart because up to this day I still have days where I struggle with negative thoughts about my body. I try my best not to. And whatever that happens I stop and say to myself “this is not what you really think, this is what you’ve been taught to think”. And it’s all about that really, all your negative thoughts don’t come from within. You as a baby, a tiny human being, don’t have any kind of notions about bodies and shapes or things like that. As you grow up, you start hearing people around you making comments about other people’s bodies, so you start to check your own, see if it fits in the mold, if it looks like everyone else’s, people on your tv screen and magasines, and you wonder why it’s different. You start judging it, and cataloguing every little wrong about it. And when you hit puberty you start adding stretch marks, cellulite and other fun stuff to the count. You don’t get how everything’s you see on magazines or on tv is airbrushed, you’re not familiar with the term, and by the time you will be, your brain will have received enough negative connotations for it to matter anyway. So you start shrinking, and try your best to look small, to control yourself, to lose weight, to look like someone you’re not.
No one in school taught you to love your body, they taught you to love your country, to love god, to love your parents and your family, and those are good values, but they’re not nearly enough. Cause it’s because the lack of love you have for yourself, that you forbid yourself to do so many things. Someone who hates their appearance, won’t have nearly enough confidence to try and present something in front of the class, won’t want to attend group meetings, won’t think that their voice matter. Because there’s this confusion that starts to form between how you perceive your body, and how you perceive yourself in general. You’re gonna start thinking that those little belly rolls your body make when you sit, are everything people are gonna focus on, you’re gonna think about it so much that you might cancel a date with your boyfriend, a presentation you could have done, a picture you no longer wish to appear in. It might be your body, your hair, your face, something you think is wrong with you, that with time, you start thinking is the only thing that matters about you at all.
There’s a quote from “The Beauty Myth” by Naomi Wolf that resonates profoundly “A culture fixated on female thinness is not an obsession about female beauty, but an obsession about female obedience. Dieting is the most potent political sedative in women’s history; a quietly mad population is a tractable one.” If you spend most of your time thinking about your body and the multiple changes you have to give it, you’re wasting a lot of your time thinking about that and not enough time on something else more important, more relevant. You’re wasting opportunities, people, chances, by thinking over and over again of how bad you look, how ugly, how unworthy. It’s true for everyone, not just women, though it touches them more, but our generation is prone to be extremely self conscious, and cares way too much about looks, and whether or not we’re deemed attractive by society’s standards.
If you can’t talk nicely to yourself, about yourself, at least don’t give in to a society who wants you to be obsessed with something that doesn’t matter at all, that wants you to stay insecure, to sell you diets, even more beauty products that’ll help you get rid of this and that, hundreds of things you don’t actually need. Be at least strong to face something that wants to diminish you.
It’s really hard to change your way of thinking after years of thinking the same way, you can read tons of article talking about how you should love your body yet still hate yours, but the trick is just that; keep reading these articles, follow body positive instagram accounts, surround yourself by positive imagery instead of a negative toxic one, if you see more people that look like you, it might help with the way you view yourself, instead of looking purposely at pictures of people you wish you could look like. It’s 2016, representation might not be everywhere, certainly not on the movie screens, but at least it’s on social media and that’s already something.
Always remember that what you think of yourself is not your truth, it’s what you’ve been conditioned to think. We’re billions of people in this planet, we absolutely don’t all look the same. Your body is yours, and your face is yours for the rest of your life, so either you spend your life hating yourself, or start loving yourself. What is it gonna be ?
It was about time I post about waffles because honestly. My quest for the perfect waffle recipe is never ending. I knew that the waffles I had around here weren’t the “right” waffles you know ? You know that feeling you get when you taste something and it’s not how it’s supposed to taste even though you never had it before, I’ve always had it with waffles and donuts. Of course when I found them at every street corner in Belgium, I knew then what happiness truly meant. But weirdly enough, the best waffle I ever had was in Amsterdam, I wasn’t even high to make such a statement, so you know it gotta be true.
So yeah quest and all, I tried multiple recipes, and up to date, this one is the closest I got to the nice, warm, fluffy liège waffle.
Ingredients (10-12 waffles) :
- 1 egg
- 250 grams plain flour
- 150 g soft butter
- 40 g brown sugar
- 10 cl milk
- 1 sachet of baking powder
- 1 sachet of vanilla sugar
- 1 pinch of salt
- 100 g pearl sugar (or my own personal technique : putting regular sugar cubes in a towel and crushing them with a rolling pin or whatever you use to smash things up)
- Put your baking powder into your milk and let it rise a little.
- Mix the flour, milk/baking powder combo, egg, vanilla sugar, salt and egg altogether for 3 to 5 minutes.
- Add your butter gradually and whisk it slowly until there’s no lump in your dough.
- Cover your dough and let it rest for 30 minutes. That’s honestly the worst part for me because when I bake something I don’t wanna wait no 30 minutes. I want it done, baked, and eaten in 30 minutes !
- When your dough has risen add your pearl sugar (or crushed sugar cubes) and incorporate it carefully with a wooden spoon.
- Make little round shapes (not too big) and put one in each part of your waffle maker. This a liege waffle we’re making, so it’s a dough we’re working with as opposed to the Bruxelles waffle rather runny batter you’ll pour directly on your waffle maker.
- Let it cook for about 3-4 minutes depending on your machine; you can open it to check how brown you want your waffles to get.
- And ta-daa ! You’re done, good job.
Who hasn’t been victim of horrible boyfriends? I for one was dating this truly awful human being, because I was feeling not so great about myself. We all do this mistake of dating people for who they seem to be, not for who they actually are. When you’re a teen and still impressionable, a guy who throws you a couple of Nietzsche quotes, listens to indie slash depressing music, seems all too attractive to you.
He’ll throw a couple of offhanded remarks about your height, weight, mock you and then compliment, leaving you high and dry and wanting more. You hate that person for how she makes you feel but then again look for their company because you have so many things in common, or so you think. That’s the thing with this kind of people, they take advantage of your low-ish self esteem and run with it. You’re not actually compatible with these guys, they’ll know what you like, they’ll play it to their advantage, they’ll make it seem like you guys are meant to be together, and of course, they’ll tear you down so you keep coming back for more.
It’s a vicious circle that I’ve lived; all of my girlfriends have lived. Like, it’s a perfectly oiled system; I don’t even give credit to the guys who have that kind of behavior. It’s not even thought out or anything, it’s plain douche instinct. If you think they mean to be that hurtful you’re giving them way too much credit. They’re basic. Not intelligent. You on the opposite are. You just don’t realize it. Sometimes you’ll have the chance to have a good support system made out of your friends, maybe your mom, siblings or cousins, that’ll make you realize how bad of an influence that person is on you. And sometimes you don’t have that chance, or you’re too afraid to share, so you keep it to yourself and if you don’t pay attention, you’ll stay in that toxic relationship for a long time. I’ve also seen people get married to that douche-y person, which is tragic honestly.
It has a lot to do with how you perceived love from your parents, and how you managed to get through your teenage years. For instance my parents were the kind of supportive, loving and caring parents everyone would wish for. When at fourteen I felt not so pretty, I would go to my dad and complain about my braces or my hair and he’ll be like “you’re perfect”. That’s the response a parent should have, they never critiqued my appearance or my intelligence, and always praised my efforts and how smart I was (that lead me to become the highly critical always looking for perfection person that I am right now but that’s not why we’re here right now). But sometimes, even with all their praise, it’s not enough. You’ll hear comments for mean little kids at school and you’ll take it for granted, you’ll catch something someone said about you and make it like that little snarky thing is everything you are. You focus so much on your “flaws” that you completely overshadow your qualities. And you let assholes tear you down because you don’t think of yourself as great as you are.
And you shouldn’t think you’re great because you’re the prettiest, or the smartest, or funniest, or anything –est. You’re great because you exist in this planet and you’re a human being who breathes fresh air and that’s fucking incredible. I don’t know how we got here or how to explain humanness 101 but like, it’s a miracle that you’re an alive person who can talk and walk and love and have all these feelings, and get to live like the hero of your own lifetime movie. You’re a miracle and a treasure, to all the people around you, you make people smile, and people love you, and sometimes hate you, and that’s the beauty of it. You’re who you are and you should be proud, you’re unique and beautiful, and you should let no one, ever, tell you otherwise. So please, I beg of you, to every teen (or not so teen) girl out there who’s in a toxic relationship with someone who makes her feel bad about herself, that’s not the guy for you. He’s not right, you shouldn’t have to change this one little thing about you to be better, no your hair is fine, your weight is fine, your sense of humor is hilarious, you don’t have to change for anyone ever. If someone doesn’t like what he sees, that’s his own problem; you’re no one’s shrink.
Don’t change for some random dude, not for a loser, not for a lawyer, a pilot, a mediocre, a successful guy. You are the way you are and you don’t have to change a thing about yourself. Ask yourself this one question: am I confortable enough to eat a bag of chips in my pj’s in front of this guy? If the answer is yes, he’s a keeper. Bonus points if he looks at you adoringly while you’re doing so.
I read in a magazine once that in order to pamper his ego, a woman is not to brag about her job if she makes more than her companion. I was in a hair salon, my phone died, I was tied to a chair, reading that piece of trash was the only option I had, don’t judge me.
Anyway, this little insightful recommandation adds up to the pile of crap people give girls concerning how they should behave with men. There’s plenty, a myriad, so many advices you don’t know what to do with them. Sometimes it’s one thing, sometimes it’s the total opposite but hey, you’re a girl, you’re supposed to know how to juggle. The gold medal though maybe goes to the “Don’t seem too smart, guys are turned off by a know it all and/or are feeling threatened by your intelligence”. I’m sorry I didn’t get the memo that my life mission was to turn on guys, my apologies.
Another gem I used to get from my girlfriend (internalized misogyny is not a myth my friends) was to stop wearing sneakers all the time “you wanna seem girly to be attractive”. Again, being attractive was not and is not a life mission of mine but okay. One time we were passing this couple on the street and the girl was wearing exactly the same type of things I was wearing, and you have my friend that goes “aww I LOVE what she’s wearing”. Hm, excuse me? We’re wearing the exact same thing. “Yeah but she’s already in a relationship so”. See, there are rules. Once you have that guy locked down you’re allowed to be yourself again. I don’t know if it’s maddening or saddening.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to have a boyfriend, girlfriend, someone special in your life, but you shouldn’t have to fit to certain criteria to get that person. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be feminine and wear high heels all the time (I honestly believe girls who always wear heels are warriors and should be feared and respected). But policing what a woman should and shouldn’t do with her body, the way she dresses, the way she sits, the way she laughs, the way she talks, basically ANYTHING policing what a woman does; should stop forever.
We teach girls to say “it’s nothing I’m fine”, because we’re gonna call her emotional, dramatic, princess, if she breaks down and cries. We’re gonna call a little boy “girl” as an insult, as if the worst thing that could happen to a boy is be a girl, as if girls were second class citizens. We as a generation should stop this, even if we sometimes find sexist jokes funny, because our brains have been programmed that way. If you’re a comedian and your jokes fall flat, you gotta learn how to make new ones. And it’s our responsibility to stop being dismissive “oh you gotta learn how to take a joke !”. One, telling me what to do and how to react was not and will never be cute; and second a joke is not a joke if it offends someone. As a man you don’t get to tell me what’s funny. If I, a girl, tells you that something is offensive, you can be smart and take my word for it. You’re not in my shoes, we don’t have the same life experience, how could you get it?
I shouldn’t have to argue and give you a powerpoint presentation on how that hurt my feelings. I don’t have to justify myself to you, to validate myself, to ask for your understanding. If you’re a decent human being, you’re just taking my word for it. You don’t have to see someone physically hurt to believe they’re hurt.
The point is, stop belittling women’s feelings, stop telling them to loosen up, to relax, to smile a little. Women don’t need your unwanted opinion, especially if it’s condescending. Ask yourself : is the world going to be a better place if I tell her I don’t like her make up? If the answer is no, then don’t fucking say it.
I’m a big fan of comedy, it’s my favorite thing to watch. One because who doesn’t like laughing, and second because I don’t do sadness well. I’m borderline depressed half of the time, so I leave Homeland & Co for people who can deal with reality because I personally can’t. I get overwhelmed and feel responsible for all things wrong in this world as it is, I don’t need to be reminded of the ugliness in a tv show, I’m here to relax and take a break. And so should everyone, so here’s a list of 5 tv shows that’ll make you smile and kick back for a moment (or lots of moments if you’re into marathoning and not having a social life or whatever).
1 – Modern Family
If you like goofy comedies with a lot of double act from pretty much every pair on the show. Claire and Phil who got married because she got accidentally pregnant in high school, ended up with three kids and a house and a perpetual look on her face that conveys ‘this is my life punishment’. Gloria who’s believed to have married Jay because of his money but as it turns out (plot twist!) it was his personality that attracted her; along with the money. And finally Mitch and Cam who are the perfect comic duo of the show, with Mitch being the straight man, pretty much always annoyed by what his husband does, and Cam being his eccentric joyous self, who doesn’t seem to care much about what others think of him. My favorite is Lily though (Cam and Mitch’s adopted daughter), I wanna be her when I grow up.
2 – Blackish
Just watch it because of Dre’s shoe game. That guy has every pair of sneaker there is, and that’s his persona, he wants to be cool. To have a cool job, be a cool dad, have a cool wife. And that’s what he got, but his main problem is that his kids don’t act black enough – his wife is mixed and comes from a “free spirited” family, so race isn’t her main concern – and he’s afraid they’re going to lost their heritage. His son Junior even wants to have a Bar Mitzvah because he’s thirteen and that’s a rite of passage from being a kid to being a man. Yeah, see his kind of issues ?
3 – New girl
Every character on this show is hilarious, I mean every single one of them. Nick and Schmidt’s antics are the heart of the show, while Jess is way more layered than the basic manic pixie dream girl some wanna give her (a term that honestly needs to be put to rest, a woman’s purpose in life is not to make the broody male lead happier). This week’s episode with Winston getting married as a prank had me hollering I think my ghost neighbors are gonna file a complaint (seriously I feel so alone in this building pls send help).
4 – The mindy project
A 100 ways to make fun of yourself : A guide by Mindy Kalling. Or at least that’s what I think Mindy had in mind while writing her show. I loved her when she was in The Office, and she succeeded to make an absolutely hilarious show of her own. A thirty something year old gynecologist who’s looking for love in New York, while being the most high in color character there is. I think she wrote the concept of the show based on how much humiliation a person can take before they say enough. Answer is never and that’s the true message of the show, be who you are no matter how much and how many people laugh at you. They’re gonna keep mocking and you’re gonna keep living. Also I want my own personal Morgan.
5 – Brooklyne Nine Nine
Pure comedy. It’s a mix of very dry and very grass, which is a combination that weirdly works. I was afraid that putting Andy Samberg as the lead of anything would lead to an awful amount of crude/rude jokes and yes there are some, but what’s most important is Gina’s pizzazz, Amy’s perfectionism, Rosa’s don’t-know-don’t-care, you got it : kickass ladies. And there should be slam mixtapes made out of the captain’s shakespearian monologues.
Of course this is not an exhaustive list, there are much more tv shows that make me laugh and wish there were more than 24 hours a day, but unfortunately I have responsibilities and stuff. Adult life, yayy.
As someone who likes to write, you’re alwyays torn between wanting to say too much and not wanting to say anything at all. You don’t wanna give out every aspect of yourself to the public eye but at the same time if its not coming from a very personal space then it doesn’t resonate at all. And it doesn’t have to touch everyone but if you can reach some people that needed to read those words, then your purpose is done.
People want to be understood and see that what they live is kinda the same as everyone else. Sometimes you get so caught up in our own problems you feel like the ultimate loser in the world. And you’re ashamed of your non accomplishments and failures and you end up shutting yourself completely down. There’s this thing happening where I see fewer people I know when I go out (when I do, I’m leading a middle aged housewife life at this point), everyone hides under the guise of working too much and being tired, because no one wants to say the same old thing, which is “I’m not happy with myself”. No one feels like being a downer when practically everyone is already ten feet deep.
Sure you can be the most positive person in the whole wild word, be as supportive and compassionate as you can with the people you love, your relatives, be kind and tolerant, and yet when it comes to you, you’re the most judgemental harshest critic out there. And we’re all guilty of doing it. But there’s a stigma out there, the one that says you should pretend everything’s fine, everything’s under control, you got this. Turns out most people don’t.
Most people struggle just like you, high expectations, low self esteem, feeling of not making the most out of their lives. And instead of talking this out with whoever wanna listen, people hide. Inside their own heads (and we all know that’s where madness resides).
So I don’t know, maybe the point of me writing this is to say that I’m as clueless as everyone else, to say that I’m trying my best to be happy, that sometimes everyday feels like a struggle, but it’s liberating to let it out. To say I don’t know what I’m doing, to say maybe this is not going according to plan but I’ll make this one up as I go.
Maybe I wanna say that I feel your pain, that you’re not alone, that you’re gonna get through this, that someday, you’re gonna be just so happy.
I don’t understand how kids go to school and learn about all types of different things, and yet don’t have classes that concern THEM. They learn about physics, mathematics, history and geography, languages, but yet there’s a lack of focus on their self development, being conscious of who they are and why they behave the way they do. We say that person is educated because they went to college, but that person could have the highest diploma on earth and yet fail miserably at analyzing complex human emotions. This is why there are bad leaders, bad parents and bad teachers. We are taught superficial things, matters that don’t have a direct impact on ourselves, and this goes on and on and generation after generation is not woke.
We watch each other all the time, and you see people with tremendous potential not do much with it, as you see people who are shy and self conscious, or even loud and obnoxious, and the first thing we say is that this person wasn’t well raised, didn’t get enough love or attention, or was yelled at a lot. And all those things are true, it’s sometimes a combination of all the above, but how can we expect parents to raise children, while themselves aren’t fully grown yet ?
There’s different modes when it comes to personal behavior, when your emotions get the best of you, and you feel anger or sadness, that’s the little kid inside of you, the one who got hurt, humiliated, rejected, left alone at some point in time. Those events pile up in our memory, and combined with the happy ones make us who we are, the good and the bad. Sometimes when we’re in a situation that resemble something we lived before, an altercation, a fight, we tend to react the same way we always did. That’s you appealing to your go-to emotion, something triggered it and you’re back to your old ways. Yelling or crying, or even fleeting, a reaction that you’re used to when faced to a situation that makes you uncomfortable. That’s not how fully grown adults are supposed to function, yet we do it all the time.
This is why it is majorly important to check yourself, your behaviors, and see how you can improve them, and start acting calmly even when you feel like bursting out of your skin. That’s as much for your sake, as it is for your partner, for your family, for your kids, for the people around you. Because we all want so bad that the people around us could change, could be more understanding, more quick to understand, and somehow we don’t even apply those changes to ourselves. You’re only in charge of yourself, you’re not responsible of anyone else, you can’t change anyone, ever. And as soon as you get that, the better you start to feel. Because at that time, you start making the difference between what situation is beneficial to you, and which one is toxic, and you start removing yourself from toxic environments all by yourself, without being forced to. You start to learn what is good for your mental health.
Granted, not everyone can afford therapy, it’s expensive and time consuming. But you can do little exercices by yourself when you’re alone. You think of a childhood memory that really hurt you, whether it was your parents that yelled at you for something you think was unjustified, or your teacher, or even your little friends. Anything that made you feel less than enough, not worthy. You think of that and you picture yourself, and you go to that little kid and pick them up. Pick them up in your hands and say reassuring words to them, say that you’ll be there for them, that you’re here now, that you’re the one who’s in charge of their happiness. That way you’ll convey to yourself that you don’t need anyone else to be happy, your happiness relies in your hands, you are the only one in charge of how you feel.
This is how you get your power back in your hands, hurtful words or situations can never scar you again, you begin to heal. And this is something you could do as long as you want, pick out every single moment that made you feel bad about yourself and repeat the exercice. It’s okay if it doesn’t work at first because there’s so much stuff that holds you back from getting in touch with your emotions, but you can be patient with yourself and do it whenever you want to, you can be your own savior. And you’ll know you’re better when you’ll no longer feel attacked by comments people can make about you, you won’t get defensive or feel the need to cry or scream. You’ll just nod and give a polite smile or an impolite fuck off, your choice.
So yes, I do believe it’s very important for children to have classes that teach them about that, that way they won’t even have to deal with so much trauma and angst in their early adulthood; so much stuff they want to do yet goals that seem unattainable just because of their crippling fear that holds them back, that little voice that whispers “you’re not good enough”. Yes you’re good enough, yes you can accomplish your dreams, no don’t listen to the haters, they’re just really really angry little kids inside.
We all have dreams that we want to accomplish, goals, something that we care about and want to realize. And some people seem to have it all under control, you see them succeeding to do whatever they put their mind into, and it seems so effortless so you feel admiration (and/or spite) and you wish you could be just like them. Like those people who have it easy. Newsflash : they don’t.
Sure there are people who got lucky simply by being born in families who had the means to provide them with everything they desired, that were allowed to follow their passions instead of a paycheck, but by thinking that those are the only kind of people that succeed, is to throw an enormous veil on those who work really hard and who didn’t have the same luck. And being rich also doesn’t mean being successful, you can inherit a ton of money, but if you’re afraid of getting out there and being an entrepreneur of some kind, that money is sure going to run out.
There’s this curious thing we do where we assign qualities to people, this person is brave, this one is courageous, this one is fearless, like those qualities fall upon them, like they won them somewhere. They didn’t. If one person has always been known to be like that, to have one of those qualities, it means that their education has allowed them to have that from the get go. Their parents or the people who raised them taught them how to act like that, by being a model for them, or simply by… faking it. You could do a whole lot by faking something you don’t have. As a parent you’re not supposed to have everything under control, but acting like it could be a huge help for your kids. Showing them that they shouldn’t be afraid to pursue what they want, even if it’s not something you do yourself, is a big deal for them. It helps build their personalities and you seem like a rock they can count on if everything crushes around them. But you help them rebuild, again and again. It’s a mindset that people who succeed have; to try again.
But now let’s say you didn’t have the right support system, feeling sorry for yourself won’t change a damn thing, ever. So waiting till you have all the equipment you need to start is not ideal. Waiting till you’re ready to be in a relationship, till you’re ready to apply for the job you want, to drop out of a situation you hate, you’re going to be waiting a long time. Oprah Winfrey, J.K Rowling, Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Jay-Z, people you know because they didn’t stop after failing miserably. And they sure did, lots of times. KFC founder; Colonel Sanders, got turned down one-thousand and nine times before his chicken was accepted. 1009. And he was in his sixties. So like, if that isn’t motivation, I honestly don’t know what is.
Because to be honest you’re never gonna be ready. So might as well take your chance right now. Fall, make a fool out of yourself, fail, try again, try more, try harder, fail harder, your finish line is not supposed to be regrets and despair, it should be called success.