Love with a capital letter.

I feel like writing today. I feel like writing about something positive and cheerful. I feel like writing about love.

I was very pessimistic before. I used to think that love we saw in movies was made up, inspired from the latest Disney princess movie. I used to think that love was like having a reeeaalllyy good friend. So I experienced girl/guy relationships without even expecting more than a good time.. in bed. It went on like that for a few years, I was having fun; having given up on finding Love with a capital letter. Then, I met this guy. I still remember him coming in the room, drunk, a blue hat and Hawaiian shirt on. He was.. so obnoxious! After the party, me, my friend and the drunk guy walked back home. (I discovered he lived pretty close from me).

I had no idea why, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him, And I mean, it’s not like he gave me a good first impression. He was not even the type of guy I would usually be physically attracted to. But there was just something else about him. He had this little something.

We ended up hanging out together afterward because of mutual friends, and it started just like this. I didn’t see rainbows and butterflies, it wasn’t love at first sight (well maybe love at third sight!), but we just connected like 2 pieces of puzzles: a perfect match. Everything just fell into place so easily. Everything made sense. My old-self was still hesitant to diving into this crazy thing called love, but I did it; because he made me feel safe.

We had to spend the Christmas Holidays apart and when I saw him again in January, I just knew. I was in love! Me; the girl who thought this was just a fantasy! I experienced, for the first time, the honeymoon stage they call it. Man, is love ever powerful!

I ended up leaving behind everything and everyone I know for the man. I miss my home, but I have never regretted my decision. We have been together about 3 years now. We are not in the honeymoon stage anymore, but I love him more deeply every day. It’s a kind of love you can’t really explain; it’s the honeymoon stage type of love but with more wisdom!

We couldn’t be more different. He is strong-headed, impulsive, and ambitious, and I am, well, the OPPOSITE! But, somehow, it works. He makes me feel like I am the best person in the world. He lets me be exactly who I am. He never judges my crazy convictions. He just makes me feel like a million bucks.

Even after 3 years, I still miss him during the day when I’m at work. He still calls me beautiful and precious. He still makes me laugh. We still act like 14 year-olds, cuddling and kissing on the couch while watching a movie. He tells me things like “you make me a better person” and “I couldn’t imagine life without you”.

We are definitely not perfect, but we are perfect for each other. I still can’t believe that somehow we got to meet just because of my decision to go to the same university my friend was going to.

I never thought love we see in movies was possible until I met him. He is my soulmate.



Truce With The Chicken.

I finally made it. I switched. I went from simplicity to complicity. I went from chicken to broccoli. I went vegan.

It’s my, let me count, here, second day. No meat, no milk, no yogourt, no cheese (Oh my God, what have I done!!) I’m not dead yet. I am still wearing a bra, I haven’t sold my car, and I still shave; don’t worry.

It feels good though, I feel like I’ve made the right decision. This thing was meant to happen one day anyways. I’ve always screamed out loud that I was an animal lover; that I could not hurt a fly. Well, I was lying; because there were dead bodies in my plate a few times a week. Oh these chicken were delicious, don’t get me wrong; but I decided that it was time to live the way I was thinking. It was time my plate reflect the way I wanted things to be.

I am going vegan for 3 reasons:

1-The way these animals are being raised, fed, and killed is an absolute atrocity.(I dare you to watch Earthlings and not feel a thing about it.)

2-The cost and the ressources needed to feed these animals (especially cows) are enormous. I am a green freak, and this is just unacceptable. The fact that we have to use so much land just to feed these animals makes me sick. Manure, transportation, packaging… this is more polluting than cars, people! (Watch Vegucated; you don’t need any mental preparation for this one.)

3- Because our food habits are very bad, and I am concerned about my health. By not eating animal products, I have to turn to fruits and veggies. And we all know most of us don’t eat enough of these very nutritious foods. (Watch Food Matters & Hungry For Change)

So, day 2 of veganism, I feel great, I haven’t craved anything yet, and I am discovering new recipes.(There is a vegan chocolate cake in the oven as we speak! :D) My first challenge is coming this Wednesday; family dinner. And they don’t know I’m vegan, yet. Wish me luck.



My Quiet Time

I am an introvert. I always thought I was just antisocial and very shy, but when I discovered what introverted meant, I discovered a true part of me.

I get drained of my energy in social events; I like being on my own, and reflect on life, on myself; I like deep one-on-one conversation. I am a true introvert.

And it’s hard to be that way in a world where we are asked to be extrovert to succeed, to please, to stand out from everybody else.

I need my quiet time just as a hockey player needs to play hockey. Don’t get me wrong, I love going out with friends and talk; but when it involves more than 4-5 people I ALWAYS shut myself down. I stop talking, and I listen. And if it is taking place somewhere I can barely hear myself speak, forget it. You’d have more chance talking to a mute.  That’s the way I am, what can I do.

And I don’t particularly like small talks either. I find them boring and irrelevant.  I don’t need to talk about the weather; I already know it’s hot outside. And that’s why it is very hard for me to meet new people.

I moved from Quebec to Ontario, and with that, I lost all my good friends I had known since I was a child. Since, I have had a very hard time meeting people I connect with. Other than my boyfriend, I actually have one other friend who I feel I can be 100% myself with. And I have been here for 2 years … The rest of the people I know are great people, I just wouldn’t call them to come over or chat over a coffee (tea for me, please).

Being an introvert doesn’t mean I don’t need social interactions, I just need a certain setting to enjoy them. Weird uh?

To add to my different personality trait, I am also an outsider; liking to do things differently, analysing and questioning things most people just agree to. And I must say, I can count on one hand the people I know who do think that way.

And it sucks because try to explain to someone who is very career and money oriented that your goal in life is to be happy, and that you do not believe people should have to work. You get the crazy looks 95% of the time!