Still surprised, aren’t you ?

Well, welcome home people, you finally arrived.

I may talk to myself as well here as I waited so long to have the chance to type these words on this platform. I still cannot believe this is happening. But in my everlasting attempt to justify myself, I felt the need to explain to you the reason of this blog. And this might be the chance to express our feelings so let the intensive therapy begin. Just like they said in the 80’s, words don’t come easy but these lines will worth it (please don’t go). Two pop music references in one sentence, there you go Jordan.

As you may know, last year I decided to embark upon the one and only Instagram adventure (so original, right ?). My daily life was made of hashtags and filters but it turned out to be less funny than I thought. To be honest, I never expected it to be entertaining. Who does have fun on this social media, seriously ? A platform where the national motto is « fake it until you make it lolz » cannot be fun. Sure, it’s 2019, not 2013 : we all know the pros and cons of this mobile application. But sadly, anything goes through it nowadays. Whether you’re an athlete, a cook, a model, a man, a woman or a monkey (both the same to me), you must have Instagram and put your life out there. If you don’t show off everything on your feed and stories, you’re just a loser and a pathological liar who stays at home every night eating non gluten-free cookies. People don’t believe it unless you post it. Funny how I thought I had a justification issue when it’s the whole wide world who actually has one (almost a billion instagrammers, just sayin’). Unfortunately, social media rule our lives now so like everyone else, I gave it a shot.

But as I got tired of the #follow4follow and cheesy quotes found on Instagram, I decided to let it go off me. Sickeness helped a little (lolz I just had a flu but you know the drama kween I am) and in just a few weeks, I kind of dropped it. But as time went by, I realized I missed something : writing. That’s right, I was one of the few fools to write on Instagram. I missed my 300-word publications read by only my closest people (luv u guyz <3) and this was really fun and relieving to express my opinions publically. I encourage you to do so, you’ll see how nice it is.

After consideration, I drastically put my mind into thinking I wanted to start my own blog last october. A real one, you know, not my Instagram profile where I had to count my words and be politically correct. And even though I’m 10 years late (FYI blogs were trendy in 2009 lolz),

I really was excited by this project. Things take time, and I can tell you this journey taught me a lot. Turns out you can really learn something from any kind of situation, even the simplest one.

A great flaw of mine is impatience. I always expect things to happen in a minute. That’s just terrible, especially when you can’t do much. You might not be as bad in mathematics as me, but you realized it took almost 4 months for this blog to be released. And let’s face it, it’s just a website, nothing particular. But it’s my baby, and like every stubborn parent, I’m proud of it. But as I’m as horrible in computer skills as in maths, I had to find someone professional to make it from scratch. When I finally got to meet the guy, in december, we thought I would have my blog ready for late december (best Christmas gift ever). But things didn’t turn as we hoped, and sadly, my developper got the big C. The party boy inside you may imagine cocaine would be involved here, but unfortunately, the big C refers to cancer in this case. How could I possibly reproach someone with taking too much time when this person has such a horrible disease ? Dibald’ may be cruel sometimes, but he still has an ounce of humanity in his little yellow heart. I even thought for a moment this was some ironic joke from the universe. I wanted this blog so bad, why did this happen to me ? And you can imagine my deception as he was not the first professional I met to create my blog. Don’t get me wrong, I was extremely sad for the guy. But try to be empathic here and realize the thing you’ve waited for so long won’t be coming for a good moment.

So the only thing I could do was waiting. And god knows I waited… For it to finally happen. And here we are now. Even though it took time, it was damn worth it. My patience got tested.

When you can’t control the curse of things, the wisest attitude to adopt is to just accept you can’t hurry life. It is a real merry-go-round full of surprises, and one can’t leave it until the music is over. Just like they say on Instagram, good things come to those who wait. For once, time flying is some good news. So stop checking your Daniel Wellington watch and let things go.

In the beginning of this column, I told you you finally arrived. But the trip ain’t over. It’s just the beginning of things, for you, and for me. So fasten up, and enjoy the ride (cos’ I will).

Jordan

Easy-going 27 year-old bitch.