I sometimes look at old photos from my Instagram feed. I look at all these photos of myself from the last few years, eyes shining and sparkling.

Today, I look at these photos that my boyfriend took of me and I miss this girl.

I've been wondering a lot about the meaning of life lately.

I no longer understand what we are doing here on this Earth, suffering. I'm sorry to appear so negative..

We have had some immensely difficult weeks lately. Times when my Umami was hard to find. Maybe I should have kept sharing regardless, but I didn't.

After all this storm, I feel more calm in my heart. It feels good.

Monday evening, 6 p.m.

I finished work, normal day. Nothing special to report.

However, I stress and worry. My boyfriend tries to talk to me and entertain me but nothing works.

He offers me to make me a good bath and go relax. He knows me so well!

I love eggs like crazy. Really.

It was one of my cravings when I was pregnant, I daydreamed about it all the time. I had no idea how much I would miss it so much. But I miss them in a particular way, soft-boiled, runny eggs!

Since my last article, while I dared to share my blog with you and open my privacy to you, I have not written anything more. I don't know if it intimidates me now to realize that so many people are going to read me. Or the pressure of feeling that I have to continue to feed this blog. But I allowed myself to take this break, to listen to my needs.

The moment that bring me the most joy in my day is when I cook in the evening; it's my culinary therapy.

My parents gave me a pasta machine, Ricardo's (a very well-known chef in Quebec, everyone cooks his recipes). Testing new dough recipes, exploring the functions of this extraordinary machine, it stimulates me so much, I love it!

I open my social networks this morning and I realize that it's Bell Let's Talk Day #BellLetsTalk.

I see a video of several artists explaining what’s good for their mental health. Talking, sharing, calling a friend, come up often. It talks me because that's exactly what I'm trying to do in my personal life but also on a larger scale with this blog.

It was my birthday yesterday.

I am now 33 years old. I would like to keep saying that I am 32, even though I know very well that it does not change anything.

As far as I can remember, I have always been afraid of not being able to have children. I have no idea why I had this fear when I was young, fear of being infertile especially (it was my only scenario in mind, there was finally another one in the bank for me…).

My occupational therapy.

Thinking about my title took me back in time. I studied occupational therapy, I completed my baccalaureate but then I changed paths. On the other hand, I think that everything we do is never lost. I never thought I had lost those years of my life because today I work in the field of management with a lot of occupational therapy in mind. You'd be surprised how much better a manager that makes me, I think.