Yes, I’m that someone who fell in love with Paris instantly. I’m not only a hopeless romantic (who believes her wedding should be hosted at the Eiffel Tower) but I’m also incredibly fascinated and awed by the fashion sense of French women. To me, it stands out from the mediocre of excess cleavage so very welcome by our generation. The elegance and femininity, is what I truly believe real sense of style is all about. Through my own experience of following style icons such as Eleonora Sebastiani and reading Jamie Cat Callan’s Bonjour, Happiness! where French women are described both personality and superficiality wise, I picked up a few tips on their style which I will share with you today.
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Ideally, a simple Breton striped top should be one of your wardrobe staples. Easy to dress up or down, it brings a fun pattern and texture without being too loud. French women do not wear a lot of patterns, and when they do, it’s usually something classy and toned down.
After my many low customer-orientated jobs including working in a poultry factory, serving fast food or being stuck in an uncomfortably small stock room of a charity shop, my chances of getting a great retail job seemed relatively low, or so I thought.
Let’s get to the bottom of this all. My second year of university seemed to be quite of a financial challenge. I knew I had to work right from the start to even dream of feeding my belly! The temptation to get back to my fast food chain job was real, only I knew I deserved so much better. Twenty-something CVs and cover letters later, I finally got an e-mail back! It was the manager of Cath Kidston offering a phone-interview. Eeeek! I hate phonecalls!
I rushed to the job review sites in search of tips and advice, but haven’t found much information other than to stay bubbly and friendly. And so I done exactly that.
Lifelong peace and happiness are available now, and they’re closer than you think. By taking just a few minutes out of your day and making the simple but dramatic shift into the present moment, you will find more focus, effectiveness and clarity than you ever thought possible. There is no jargon, religion or new age vision quest, just simple steps to be happier and more confident straight away.
Mindfulness has always been something I gravitated towards. To learn how to live in the present moment without worrying about the past or the future has been a struggle of mine for the past while. Not because I want to worry about all of these things, but my anxiety has pushed my mind to ridiculous thoughts.
To start my journey to deeper self-growth of the thought process itself, I picked up “Mindfulness – Plain & Simple”. Because I was slacking on reading physical books, I figured this would be the perfect choice as it was relatively short and seemed to be easy to read from day one.
First of all, let’s agree no one is born Usain Bolt! Anyone who begins the adventure of running, needs to suffer at the beginning. I am writing ‘everyone’ because yes, anyone can run, even if you don’t believe it right now.
A year ago I was only running when a train was almost leaving the platform from in front of my nose. I was never crazy about this form of activity and I always associated it with shortness of breath and a blur before my eyes. I never imagined that I would ever be able to defeat even a half-hour run. However I succeeded, even better than I thought…
I returned to run for good last month when I caught the bug to exercise. This happened after about three months of very irregular, casual training. With the intention of checking my running capabilities, I hesitated for a few weeks, but was always afraid that I just won’t be able to make it. Eventually my curiosity and determination prevailed and I so proudly ventured on my first run.
If you’re wondering what the REAL life of a university student looks like, you’ve come to the right place.
Now, let’s make it clear, it is different for everyone. The party animals, ‘rich’ peeps, food thieves, the night owls and so on… I am a mixture of all those things (excluding financially stable haha), how has uni been treating me so far?
First of all, how am I at the end of my second year ALREADY? I only moved into my halls a week ago! 😦 Where has the time gone? You see, at uni, it just so happens that we unintentionally start living from one deadline to another. That’s why we’re all here, right?
Life at university isn’t just learning and attending lectures. It’s the constant battle of creating a routine! If you’re not in the library, you’re in lectures, working at your part-time job (if you’re ambitious enough, of course), watching Netflix, dying while carrying your groceries up the stairs or dying with hangover. Sounds easy? Ha-ha, not to me!
Healthy lifestyle… Healthy eating, endorphins floating in the blood, beautiful body, smiling face and wonderful mood. Everyone constantly talks about that, right?
You think to yourself – “whatever, I’ll try to be that!” Your imagination is sprouting the idea of “better me”, the beautiful athletic body and perfect lifestyle. Motivation increases, the resolutions roam in mind, nothing but to take action. And then you do it – healthy diet, workouts, study hours and activities are planned. You give 100% of yourself every day to just reach your goal. After a few months, your energy is falling, and with that, your motivation… You’re sick of all this. And you give up on it for good.
Burnout? Overtraining? Fatigue? You think to yourself that you suck, because yet again, you give up? And it is always that you constantly fail?
Nothing could be further from the truth – the loss of motivation is normal and willingly or not – gets to all of us. Each of us has the right to have total lazy moments, sometimes. Each of us has the right to have enough of healthy food and work, which reigned total madness. Each of us has a right to be tired. Each of us deserves a total reset once in a while.
Motivation is a tricky beast. One day it’s on the millionth level, and it seems to us that it will never expire. On the second day it does not exist at all, and we are stuck on the ice, fighting with our own thoughts and mentality.
We live in such generation in which stress is present in almost every aspect of our lives. At work as well as outside of it. Either from necessary reasons, or sometimes just by trivialities – It exists. It can be annoying. Recently, I started to get a lot of experience about this matter…
Since I can remember I was always the person who panicked before each test, an exam (not to mention the A level exams – horror of horrors!). Over time, I got a little used to it, but not enough to completely eliminate it. It’s weird, because some situations, colloquially all stressful don’t affect me as much. Even a job interview – with them, for example, I have no major problems. If, however, take into account the actual duties of the same job – here is the point of a start of steep stairs.
More recently (since only 2 months) I started working at a retail store in Guildford. Well, yes, I am a novice sales assistant who only gets to know this area from the backstage. Few people realize at first, the responsibility in the profession until they begin to practice it. Cooperation with customers (who are totally different), is terribly stressful. It requires great concentration, precision and accuracy. And above all, it requires self-control and ability to work under pressure and stress.
I’ve never heard of Bruges. To be perfectly honest, I had no idea what did it look like or what was it famous for. With no research whatsoever, we decided to choose it over Brussels, as we liked the idea of the unknown.
The train journey from Paris to Bruges was long and stressful, or so we thought it was. With a few train changes and a lot of waiting getting a chance to discover a part of Lille on our way was a little bonus to pick us up.