El'

If you ever think of financially helping a family member to study in your country, be prepared for a lot of administrative paperwork. I don't know what it's like in other countries, but I'd wager that France is the champion in this respect... *skull and crossbones emoji*

I'm planning to move abroad in less than two years (which is why I’m learning German, by the way…), and God, I just remembered I was THAT kid — the one who handled all the family’s paperwork. Does this mean I’m going to have to keep doing it… from abroad? *emoji crying*

If someone had told me that one day I'd have to learn German (aka the devil's language), I'd have laughed in their face. Today, I find myself learning a super-difficult language on top of a super-easy one (which reminds me so much of my middle and high school years! :')).

I would like to take a moment to solemnly congratulate myself for my Olympic-level patience and the fact that I didn’t insult a SINGLE member of any driver’s family tree today. Not even a great-grandmother.
          
          Context (because it’s simply too good to keep to myself):  
          - 2.5 hours of traffic;
          - 30°C (86°F) outside;
          - 40°C (104°F) fever inside;
          - Period just started (because of course — comedy gold);
          - Training located 45 minutes from home;
          - A training I actually PAID FOR, even though my Master’s degree already qualifies me for the exact same thing (I absolutely did not need this diploma, but I’m doing it anyway... because I have a deep, irrational love for collecting diplomas. Yes. It’s my weird little administrative kink lmao).
          
          And just in case the drama wasn’t dramatic enough:
          The A7 highway? CLOSED. Why? Because a truck literally exploded. We’re talking disaster movie-level traffic jam — minus the special effects.
          
          Let me add that I’m only halfway through the training. So yes, I am 100% volunteering for this chaos. Proudly. A little unhinged? Maybe. But fabulously so.
          
          Fun fact:  
          In 2.5 hours, I could’ve crossed the border, said “hello” to a Swiss customs officer, and been halfway through a pizza in Italy. But no. I chose to melt on the highway surrounded by people who think turn signals are a social experiment.
          
          Anyway... Thank God I made it home ALIVE, still motivated, mildly melted, but ever-determined.
          
          Finally; thank you, me (and also to the Doliprane I had the genius idea to pack, just in case... *emoji crying*).

Sometimes it's important to say when things aren't going well, and for me, the last few days have been complicated... Repeated migraines, anxiety attacks for no apparent reason. Nothing concrete, just an invisible but very real overflow.
          
          I know it'll get better, it always does. It's just a little gray cloud in a year 2025 that remains, despite everything, incredible. But I wanted to remind you that it's okay not to feel well, that it's okay to take a break, to breathe, to refocus. It's okay to listen to your body, even if it means postponing commitments or saying no to certain expectations.
          
          You don't have to feel guilty about taking care of yourself. Your well-being - physical and mental - must come first. Commitments can wait. Your health can't wait.
          
          So really: take care of yourself. Surround yourself with people who have emotional intelligence, who understand without judging, who support you when you decide - finally - to choose yourself.
          
          With all my love,
          El'. ❤️

Yesterday, I celebrated my 30th birthday, and it's basically like turning 20 again—only with more money and real estate, if you're a lucky fucking ass. *Smirk*

I JUST SPENT 2.2K EUROS ON INVISIBLE ALIGNERS TO STRAIGHTEN MY TEETH OVER A 6-MONTH PERIOD... I HAD TO SHOUT IT OUT SOMEWHERE, AND HERE I AM!
          
          Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention it yesterday but your favorite star and person is back (yes, I'm talking about myself *smirk*) for an indefinite period of time because life has gone crazy in a good way since the beginning of this year 2025.
          
          Kisses, amori miei,
          El. ✨

Today was my graduation day, AND THEY DARED TO GET MY LAST NAME WRONG IN THEIR SLIDESHOW... My last name is now ARNAUD (do I look like an ARNAUD? *skull and crossbones emoji* - you should have seen my dad's face and mine, while my mom laughed out loud... *emoji crying*).
          
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          P.S. It's worth noting that I was incredibly well dressed - can you see Natasha in Iron Man 2 when she fights Happy? In this style. - and there was a photo booth to immortalize the moment! *Proud smile*

Jeez, I just realized, nine days late, that I hadn't done my February review. But rest assured, it was a much better month than the last. As for March... only eight days have gone by, and God, what wonderful things have happened in all areas of my life! And this is just the beginning, because I feel that the best is yet to come. The first trip I've booked is fast approaching and I can't wait to discover the country! If you only knew how much I love my life right now, I wish you the same, because you all deserve to find happiness and inner peace.
          
          I love you my beauties.
          El'. ❤️

As a woman, and on this International Women’s Rights Day, I want to celebrate the unwavering strength and infinite beauty of those who, every single day, shape the world with their courage, resilience, and love.
          
          They tell us to be wise, to be discreet, to be perfect.
          To be mothers before we are women, to be wives before we are free.
          But look at us—look at how we shine, 
          How we lift our heads despite the storms,
          How we carry the world without ever faltering.
          And yet, too often, they still demand that we prove our worth.
          
          We are women—all of us—without conditions, without debate.
          We are the ones who give life, the ones who reinvent it, the ones who claim it as our own.
          The ones they try to erase, the ones they refuse to hear,
          The ones who fight every single day just to be recognized.
          
          To you, my transgender sister, whom I will never forget, who carries within you the same fire.
          You, who must fight twice as hard for the truth to be acknowledged:
          You are a woman. Fully, entirely, indisputably.
          No matter what some may say, no matter what some may think.
          No law, no insult, no sideways glance will ever erase who you are.
          In my eyes, in the eyes of billions, you belong here, and we will always walk by your side.
          
          Women of light, of boldness, of wisdom, we carry within us the hope of a fairer, brighter future.
          Our very existence enriches humanity, tears down barriers, and inspires change.
          We are both the quiet strength and the rising rebellion.
          We are the builders and the ones who break the mold,
          The ones who fall and the ones who rise, again and again.
          
          Today, and every day that God grants us, we deserve to be recognized, honored, and heard for who we truly are.
          We are not required to be perfect as they expect, nor strong at every moment.
          We have the right to doubt, the right to fear, but above all, the right to take our place without asking for permission.
          We are not obliged to be mothers, not obliged to be wives,
          Not obliged to fit into the boxes they have built for us.