fleurmaries on the edge of the end of my twenties

This last year was wild. It showed me that I truly am wild. I have lived in 4 different countries on 4 different continents and visited quite a few. Some thoughts, discoveries and confirmations of a vagabond soul:

Shine. Everyone and everything around you will shine.

Happiness is contagious.

Fresh air is the one and only cure.

Saying farewell is always hard. Returning and saying farewell again is even harder.

Following your heart means opening your heart.

I can feel at home everywhere. I will always miss some places, despite the beauty of the current one.

Practice daily. Include pranayama and meditation.

I actually like and need running, boot packing, hiking (cardio, I guess).

Comfort zone? Excuse me, how do I get out of here?

Overgrowing my limits makes me feel so alive.

Concentrate on your breathe.

Know where your food comes from. Prepare it with love. Appreciate what you are eating.

Nature is always there for you.

You instantly know when you meet a soul mate.

Our planet is a wonderful place. Treat it with respect, please.

It’s always worth getting up early.

Tumeric (1 tea spoon in 1 cup of hot water every morning) keeps the doctor away. And lavender, tea tree, mint and citronella essential oils.



Communicate with old and new friends.

Stay in touch with your family.


Cutting vegetables is very relaxing.

Me saying “Maybe.” means “I know it’s not a good idea. I’ll do it anyways.”

The struggle of the head and the heart is eternal.

Motivation? Wrong! It’s called discipline (boring, I know).

Having muscles and being fit feels better than being skinny.

Smoking tobacco really doesn’t make any sense at all.

I prefer waking up frozen in a sleeping bag under the clear desert skies than in a comfortable bed in a pretty room in a five star hotel.

You don’t have to know where you’ll be in 5 years. Or 5 months, weeks, days. Be in the now.

What goes down must go up (mountains, moods,…).

Strangers may offer you free lift passes, acro yoga sessions or snowmobile rides up a mountain on a powder day before the lifts open. Hell yeah!

Getting rid of stuff makes you feel so much lighter.

Share your knowledge.

I don’t need a “real job”. And I don’t want one.

I don’t need a home base. But it feels good to come to my parents’ house who always welcome me with open arms.

I prefer living in nature than in a city. I love culture, cuisine and clubbing, but outdoors rule my heart.

I am a wild horse. Don’t try to tame me.

“Don’t need your money box.” (Eliza Doolittle)

Being loved is one of the best feelings.

The destination chooses you.

Oil (argan, coconut, apricot…) is all you need (make up remover, body lotion, hair oil… Oh, and cooking).

Wearing a bra is totally overrated.

Depilation is totally overrated.

Make-up is even more overrated.

You really don’t need 3 pairs of black sandals. Or 10 bikinis. Or 5 pairs of jeans.

Never stop discovering.

Never stop.


2 thoughts on “fleurmaries on the edge of the end of my twenties

  1. Watching you discover the world (literally) and yourself over the past decade (yes, we are that old) has brought me so much joy; and fostered my belief that people truly can constantly develop and grow, while remaining true to themselves. Your journey is such an inspiration, and your posts a daily reminder to focus on the simple beauty of life, and on the small things that can make all the difference. You were my Sonnenschein from the moment I met you, and have only become brighter ever since.

    While far less vagabond than you, and in love with my “real job”, I still share many of your discoveries of your vagabond soul; most of all, your aversion for bras. So there really is only one thing I would add to your list: to visit me more often. ❤

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