Last month Julie of Les Petits Pas de Juls showed us what it’s like to drop everything, go absorb every ounce of life, and make your own way. In my monthly series, The Life Enthusiast Chronicles, gorgeous human beings from all over talk about what makes them excited to be alive.
Today I’m so happy to bring you guys this lovely gal I know all the way in Dubai, Zen from Zen Scribbles. Zen has been one of my faves for a long time. When I read her posts, it’s like seeing life for the first time. With her delightful views on books, chocolate, and more reading, and more dessert, her sweetness remains with you long after you’ve left her blog.
That kind of youthful joie de vivre is exactly why I asked Zen to be a Life Enthusiast.
Like others before me, I want to thank Britt for this opportunity. I’m actually quite honoured; I never thought – looking back at all Life Enthusiasts before me – that I could fit the bill, so this makes me happy.
It also made me realise that this is very difficult, haha.
Though I’ve always been one to take pleasure in the little things in life, I feel I haven’t really started “living” until I finally left the nest a few months ago.
In the Middle East, girls typically have to live with their parents until they are married, and mine were especially firm about that. It took quite a lot of effort and persuasion, but I was finally able to convince them to let me go, and so began quite a new adventure.
In some aspects I am more of an adult now; I have my own place, I stress about bills and get buried under huge piles of work.
You would argue that, since I’m 26, I am already a fully-fledged adult, but I still feel like that teenager sitting between her best friends on graduation day, awkwardly accepting her diploma from the headmaster and darting off before her parents could even snap a picture.
Even now that we all have our careers and our responsibilities, when we all get together we are still able to have the same childish fun we had when we were younger, spending hours over a board game, watching cartoons and eating more sweets than our bodies can handle. I’m a very nostalgic person, and this whole formula suits me just fine, allowing me to relive the past with all the perks of being an adult.
I think it’s really important never to lose sight of the child in you, and to continue enjoying the things that made you happy in that innocent phase of your life.
Though my tastes have developed over the years, I still squeal with delight when I hit the candy aisle of any store – especially now that there’s no one to tell me I only get to “pick one”, haha – and I cannot hide my joy when I step into a patisserie, often failing to control myself and my wallet in face of all the sugary goodies.
I still enjoy animated movies most of all… and cry during almost every single one of them, even on the fourth or fifth watch.
I still snuggle my stuffed bunny when I sleep.
An avid reader, I still allow myself to indulge in the innocence and simplicity of a good children’s novel. I still love “looking at the pictures.”
I laugh easily, I cry easily, my foodie buds still crave the childhood comfort of mac & cheese… and at the end of the day, when I’m feeling particularly down, a scoop of ice-cream can cheer me right up.
I may not have everything figured out, but at least I know, I will never grow up to be a person who doesn’t delight in the simple things in life.
And when a toy store clerk asks me if I want Toothless wrapped up as a gift, I’ll firmly say, “No, thank you. This is actually mine.”