Two years ago, exercising was a struggle for me. I was caught between a vital need to move and expend energy, a body that I did not find toned enough, and an absolute hatred of the moment when I had to put on my gym clothes.
I wanted the results but rejected the effort.
I dreamed of being one of those people who work out a little bit every day and enjoy it.
Then, I realized I was not alone in this struggle. And found out that the solution was super simple. I’ll explain it right after.
Now, I wonder…
I can’t say I didn’t know. I read miles of articles before I took the plunge, and most authors had one thing in common. I was aware of it and yet, out of fear or comfort (or both), I chose the other option. I have no regrets, but if I had to do it over again, I would choose the other approach without the slightest hesitation.
Being a digital nomad is about being a nomad. I made the mistake of seeking sedentarization.
I told myself that I wanted to make sure I had comfortable accommodations, with good wifi, take the…
Last year, I decided to go for a change and applied for a job as a waitress in a restaurant. It’s a French chain that serves grilled meats, a family restaurant where I used to go regularly with my parents.
I had time to make three big messes in the one month I was there. Yes, that’s how you learn. At the time, I didn’t laugh about them — quite the opposite — but now I never tire of telling these anecdotes.
Being a waitress is a tough job, not only physically but also mentally. It’s like juggling while having…
Imagine that you are tied to a wooden chair. You find yourself gesticulating but nothing frees you from the ties that bind you: you are stuck. You don’t know which way to go break free, no matter how hard you want to.
That’s how I used to feel.
I needed a renewal in my life. Being a full-time writer wasn’t making me happy anymore, but I had no idea which way to go. Then I thought of going back (and for the first time, seriously) to professional photography. …
After three intensive years in a photography school to deepen what used to be my passion, I needed a break. I didn’t feel like taking pictures anymore. It was boring me. All I could see was how much post-production work it would take and how pointless it would be.
So when I packed my things in a carry-on suitcase for a few months as a digital nomad, the question arose. Should I bring my camera? A Nikon Z6 that had barely been used… My heart tightened a little every time I saw it, neglected, in its case.
Since I’ve started…
Come on, why bother publishing yet another picture of the Eiffel Tower or the gates of Pura Lempuyang in Bali? It bores everyone to death, especially you. The fun of outdoor photography lies in finding unique places. Except that it’s not easy, because… well, they are not known.
Yesterday, that’s how I spotted one of my new favorite spots. It doesn’t work every time, but when it does, great is the joy. It’s like a treasure hunt!
Below are my three best techniques for finding the next spots where you can get creative and have fun with your camera.
That’s not me in this picture. But it could have been.
This was my second time traveling alone. At the beginning of January 2020, I opened my laptop and looked up the price of flights from Paris to Berlin on a curious whim. I realized without much surprise that I could fly out and back for less than $150. This excitement, familiar in its intensity rather than its frequency, overwhelmed me as the machine got in motion. That’s how you begin a travel project.
Self-help books and blog posts had become my guides. I thought they were the reason for my successes. I started with Eckhart Tolle. Mindfulness, ego, meditation, the path to happiness were all themes that spoke to me right away. That was two years ago.
Until I realized that they were making life an object of study. That they were putting a glass pane between me and reality.
Once you’ve learned a few things, the basics shall we say, it’s essential to get rid of them and get back to real life. It’s like going to college. It’s only when you’re…
You’re anywhere between 15 and 19 years old, and you’re being asked to decide what you want to do with your life. Because that’s what work is, right? That’s what we do with a big chunk of our lives. The average person spends 90,000 hours at work in their lifetime.
That’s one-third of your life. You’d better pick right what you do with it.
Except you’re still a teenager, ignorant of life, and that decision is close to impossible to make. Except for some people. Like my little brother. He has always wanted to become a cheesemaker.
There is something utterly wrong with work. We work, to earn money, to be able to live. But we work so much, that we don’t really live anymore. Sometimes work even makes us dread getting up in the morning. Yet, when we don’t work, there always comes a time when we find ourselves idle. Take the example of retired people who are depressed.
All the internships and jobs I’ve done have had one thing in common: they made me question the very essence of life. What’s the point of counting the hours each day just to earn a little money…