Month: March 2015

Cinamon Orange Vanilla Scented Granola

It’s Friday! (Finally) Oh how I missed writing a full blog post for you guys. I am super sorry and thank for sticking through with me. This week has been a super busy week, there was dissertation and a group work deadline that had to be submitted. Despite the hectic week,, it was also a week worth celebrating. Just yesterday on Thursday, I submitted my dissertation for law. The work I have been working on for the past 7 months, after many nights of despair, writer’s block, editing, and at times when I felt like I was drowning in words… I couldn’t tell you how good it felt when I hut the SUBMIT button. IT WAS FINALLY DONE. I wrote a short post on this past Tuesday on Instagram about Positive Persistence. Truth be told, I was having a mini mental breakdown. There was so much to do in so little time, I didn’t know how I was going to get through. There will be times in life when our mental / physical endurance will …

Happiness + Raspberry Ripple Ice Cream

It’s #FoodieFRIDAY! I love looking forward to this time where I can share my life tidbits from the week along with a delicious recipe! Coming up it’s this Raspberry Ripple Ice Cream that is super simple to make.   But first! Today is also International Happiness Day. Isn’t that a beautiful thing to hear? We don’t need an official day to reflect on our happiness. But I thought I would take this post to do some soulful reflecting on this thing we call happiness. Happiness is an interesting thing. It’s an emotion we seek. An emotion we gravitate to. Happiness is infectious. Even hearing the word HAPPINESS exudes tingling emotive molecules that makes us feel alive. In my recovery journey from my eating disorder, I learned a thing or two about how important happiness is to our life and well-being. You can read about my first and second post of my recovery journey here. I will put up the third part soon 🙂   For most of my life I didn’t know how important it …

Reconnecting + Fudgy Dark Chocolate Espresso Brownies

I was trying to write up a section in my dissertation but words was no longer starting to make sense. It was one of those afternoons where the sky was fading into itself. It was grey. But not entirely grey. It was also white. The colour was something I couldn’t make out. Just like the words I was trying to paint onto the screen of my computer. I closed my computer screen and grabbed a piece of crumpled paper and started scribbling.   Lines. Dots. Letters. Scribbles. Pen to paper.  Pen to paper. Pen to paper.  Sometimes drawing helps me weave into the crevices in my mind that has space. A space of stillness. A space of clarity. A space to think. but not think. . .  . . . . .   .  .    .   A waft of strong coffee from a near empty cup beside me drew my attention. Nutty, drops of elixir liquid. Coffee, coffee, it wasn’t the coffee I needed. It was something else. But, what?   A flavourful image suddenly …