"Be the kind of person you would like to meet"

I stumbled across this quote. I don't know who it came from, it was just printed with plain words, but it reached out and spoke to me. "Be the kind of person you would like to meet".

They are just simple words, but they made me stop what I was doing (lol nothing) and think "what would that person be like?". The next thing I thought was "beautiful", my thoughts were instantly affected by the stunning girl I saw photos of just after.
She was very beautiful. One of those typical girls you see everywhere on the internet these days, one of the incredibly breath taking, gorgeously beautiful girls, with beauty and talent and richness flowing from her like she was the sun. And that was my honest immediate first thought of answer after the question, "beautiful".

A few pauses after I made up my mind that it shouldn't matter what she looked like, I couldn't know if she was the kind of person I would want to meet based on her beauty. And beauty is overrated. I don't want to be beautiful on the outside and empty on the inside, I pity the people without inner beauty. I pity those who believe beauty is it, the most important thing and the thing that justifies utterly absurd and horrid behaviour towards strangers and loved ones. I pity those who don't realize that we all have beauty, each and everyone of us.

"Be the kind of person you would like to meet". For me, that person is someone who has found enough peace with themselves to open the eyes of others to how beautiful they are.
But there's more to the person I would like to be.
I would like to be good, kind like my mother, unlimited of caring for others, always putting them ahead of herself in such a balanced and healthy way that she never (seems to) forget herself in spite of it all. I'd like to meet the patience she has when listening to my rants through Skype and the way she senses to give me space when I need it but is always there for me too, at the same time.
I would like to mirror my fiancé, strong, never afraid of anything. I would like to have the same "ease" glowing from myself as he does, the kind that never flickers even though things are hard. I would like to have the same beauty and comfort in my smile as he does in his.

I want to be a source of happiness, the way my mother, fiancé and so many others are to me.
From now on I'm going to try to be the kind of person I would like to meet. Happy, good, kind, never boring, honest and reliable. It can only better me to try.

And so, I ask you, what kind of person would you like to be?

Guilty Pleasures

We all have one..... or two, or a million.

One of my guilty pleasures is watching "The Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills", I absolutely love it, it's completely high school and ridiculous but I am so into it, haha I'll start watching it after my daughter is in bed and I will put on a new episode, and another one, and another one...... It's so ridiculous but I love it, and if you're like my fiancé, having never seen it but set on the fact that it's such a waste of time I am telling you you're wroooooooong!! Give it a shot, it will suck you in, so beware. 

 

As I'm already talking about guilty pleasures, I melt myself a little snack as I watch the episodes.... I've heard the calories disappear as you melt things, so when I think about it, it's not really a guilty pleasure after all is it? Just a pleasure teehee <3<3<3<3

*guiltyhappyface*

AAAAArgh I love it!

Breathe in, breathe out.

Inhale

After becoming a mom, no actually, after my daughter started to walk haha, and after Silviu started to work away - only coming home on weekends, things got a little busy for me!

I should be at work today, but my daughter got a fever on Sunday night, and she has still got it, so I am at home with her, I've just woken up, dressed, brushed my teeth, done my morning skin care routine and here I am in this big empty quiet house all alone until my angel decides it's time to rise. Aloooone.

At first I wasn't sure what to do, because this is very unusual, I was just hoping I could get my skincare routine done in time for her to wake up.
The house is amazingly clean thanks to my step dad who came to visit us this weekend and even if it did look its usual self (as if a bomb went off) I wouldn't be spending this alone time cleaning.

I am doing chill therapy, blogging, as I have the time to, gosh this really relaxes me and I ought to do it more often.

It lets me breathe in, and breathe out.

Exhale