Ok, so a little something different today. I want to talk about something with you, maybe it’s still my existential crisis talking here, but I still want to get this out there. Currently, I am in pursuit of living my best life. Life is short, time flies past and everyday we are the youngest we will ever be again. Maybe this fear of losing grips on the here and now, is partly fed by a question I got a few weeks ago: are you afraid of growing older?
April is stress awareness month. I’ve been planning and planning — in my head — on how to incorporate that into my life and blog. I wanted to make a little something that would help me, and maybe any other person, to be more conscious of (my) time and life and energy. It’s been two years since I’ve put some thought into stress awareness month, and that was the last time I blogged about it. Isn’t that ironic, huh?
Another thing that has been a while, is pouring my soul into a blog again. The scarce Japan-blogs have a hint of that sparkle in there — only if that’s mostly because I felt a lot when I took the pictures during my travels in Japan. I want to make this work. Whatever this is. So bear with me… here is that little something. Maybe as an ode to stress-awareness and how it shouldn’t be just a month, but a continuous thing.
Hiya! Another month is gone. Jeez, 2017 is rolling by expeditiously. March already done!! I can’t believe it, spring is here! How wonderful!
So, it’s that time again when I make another attempt to round up a month and bid it farewell. And I can assure you, this March I really tried to round up this month as a whole — instead of just highlighting some parts that “I could remember”. Yeah, great blogging Louise… ANYWAY, let’s go!
I told you in the last blog that I went to my Japanese family in Hiroshima. My Japanese mom and dad went road trippin’ with me for a few days — just casually sightseeing and having a relaxing weekend as both of them work hard during the week.
This day we went to their farmhouse (see the pictures from last time here) and to pick up grandma from the airport — later we would watch a women’s team volleyball qualification rounds for the Olympics on the telly. It was all just very chilled out. Near Hiroshima airport is a beautiful Japanese garden which had a sort of little-fishies-expo (?!) that was unbelievable satisfying. So this blog will be a bit of a jumble of pictures from that relaxing day.