I’m listening to “If You Ever Want to Be in Love” by James Bay, and hundred thoughts and memories are passing through my mind. The memories, though, bittersweet. I can see myself  sitting at my desk in Amstel, Amsterdam, and trying to figure out how the hell am I going to finish that last chapter I need for my Thesis, before the deadline. It’s funny that whenever I listen to James Bay or Hozier, I get vivid flashbacks from my life back in Amsterdam. That city! It only happens when I listen to those two artists. Their songs, somehow, must have gotten hardwired to my brain and they are now strongly connected to memories that I really hope they never fade.

“I literally can’t live without the presence of music in my life” is something I’ve heard from others and I always reply with enthousiasm”me neither”! This sweet addiction dates back to my early teen years. Since then, I listen to classic rock, (heavy) metal, alternative/folk and pop rock, and to other similar genres.  I don’t have a favourite artist or band. Generally, I don’t really have favourite things in my life; only things that I like and enjoy. Hmmm… Maybe Guns n’ Roses could be my favourite band of all times, and a song that truly speaks to me is “Heaven and Hell” by Black Sabbath, but still, I don’t want to categorize or discriminate anything.

Some people match the music they listen to their mood. Same goes for me. One morning I’ll be listening to Iced Earth and the next to Coldplay. You never know. But, I never leave home without my MP3 player. If I don t have it with me it feels like I left part of me at home.When you put your headphones on, you create a *me* moment whenever you are, even if it lasts fifteen minutes. You know what I mean, if sometimes you can’t wait to head out of home and find the perfect song in your list that will take you to wherever you have to go. Doesn’t it feel amazing?!e837a917c5fd4f4f27e280bb9c172a50

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Melody and lyrics. Oh! They create things, they tell all kinds of stories. As I’m typing this, I recall all these moments when a song gave me goosebumps, no matter how many times I listened to it! And I know that it’s not only me. How many things have we done, started or ended, celebrated with a song?! Probably countless things. A song is always there, to complement and complete a memory. Whatever that maybe.

Now a song came up to me; “Every Rose Has Its Thorn“. Read the lyrics and tell me whether you can relate to that story or not.

“I listen to our favorite song playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say love’s a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know?
Has he ever felt like this?
And I know that you’d be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess”

– Every Rose Has Its Thorn, Poison

And the moment when you listen to a song and you realize that it reminds you of certain people and your time together is priceless. “Sedated” or the “Work Song”(by Hozier), for instance, brings me back to coffee time at East 57 with my beautiful friend Patricia or MA Thesis planning and studying with my dear friend Erin in Amsterdam. “Magic” (by Coldplay) takes me back to the very moment of my flight from Amsterdam back to Greece (and I was crying, like a lot). And the list goes on and on. A song is always there to make sure that you’ll never forget of those little or big moments you had. At least this is what happens to me; especially with the little things.

Once music becomes part of your life, to the point where you cannot live without it, it also becomes part of *who you are*. It shapes you, it’s your helping hand, and it gives voice to your thoughts and emotions. There no other or more perfect way to express and damp down your feelings and emotions. Is there?! Me … I’m a very emotional person myself, and sometimes I really struggle to put whatever I’m thinking/feeling into words, so it’s a blessing to have a song that articulates all of *that* in a couple of minutes. It’s so perfect. It’s magic. How did humans even invent that?! Or was it in us, like from the beginning of our time? I want to be believe that it was always in us. However this happened, it’s the most beautiful thing.


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A little something for Fall. Apple cake recipe.

Hey there!

Today I feel like sharing something that is food related to lighten the mood. Ah… I looove me a tasty cake when the weather gets colder!  I have a super easy apple cake recipe and it would be a shame if I kept it for myself 😛

During Fall and Winter we bake this at home almost every weekend, and it makes a great breakfast cake.


Ingredients (for a small cake; I normally double the doses)

3/4 cup flour
3/4 cup Brown sugar
2 eggs
1 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1 1/2 teaspoons Vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon of Salt
2 teaspoons of Cinnamon
two red apples
3/4 cup of walnuts or almonds


1) Preheat the oven to 180 ° c. Peel and cut apples into cubes.
2) Mix the flour, sugar, vanilla, salt, cinnamon, and baking powder, until they become one.
3) Add the eggs and mix with a wooden spoon until it becomes a uniform mass.
4) Finally, add the apples and walnuts or almonds and mix the dough well.
5) Put a piece of wax paper in an oblong baking tray, grease it with butter (or margarine), and pour the mixture in the tray. Bake for 25 minutes or until you get a sweet brown colour.
6) You are ready!

Hope you’ll enjoy this!



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Looks so yummy!!! It’s in my to do list of the month.

Popular.  That’s what so many of us what to be. Even after we leave school and enter adulthood, many of us still crave it.  Even if someone doesn’t know you or even speak to you.   You can win the war of ignorance.  Food wins the war.  Want to bring something quick and easy before a long day of work and win the approval of your coworkers?   Give this a whirl.  Best of all, if there are leftovers (highly doubtful) you will win their approval by saying “hey, feel free to take it home for a quick breakfast in the morning.”

Betty Twist:  This recipe can also use fresh strawberries or fresh or frozen raspberries. Lemon glaze can be used as well, or melted chocolate in place of the glaze. One more tip:  this is so not a diet recipe.  If you are actually attempting to watch calories please…

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Things gone wrong

It’s been a rough day. However, it got a little bit better than yesterday. You know the feeling when you go through a period of time when everything seems fine, you’re fine, and then *Boom*! Something goes (terribly) wrong and it aaall goes to waste. Plans, thoughts, emotions. Disaster(?!)

Of course it happened to me. Like a million,and one, times before. For the past couple of weeks things looked alright. Not great, but for the most part it was all fine. And then, I did something wrong; a practical mistake due to lack of knowledge I can say, and had to face it. When I found out what had happened, I took the blame. It was me who actually *did* it, no matter what. I didn’t deny it. It was an honest mistake. I won’t get into further information concerning that event, though. What I want to focus on is the devastation that came right with it.

I was gutted. It felt horrible. And I felt like that neither for myself nor for what I did. I mainly cared about the fact that I cause so much discomfort to others, when it wasn’t their fault, to the point where they yelled at me. I know that, in the end, they probably didn’t mean it. The situation was tense. And worse things than this have happened. All in all, it was not *that* of a big deal, but it was still bad. I cried my eyes out the whole night and the day after. The fact that others have made similar mistakes just didn’t make me feel any better. To me it was unacceptable that I did it, and that I cause trouble. Later, I had a talk with some people who are experienced enough to tell me that it was all OK, and that I shouldn’t be feel this way for *nothing*. Took me a while to believe them and start to recover. I ended up having the worst puffy eyes and a terrible headache.


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When something goes wrong I usually don’t care about myself, and in such cases I never try to defend myself. Maybe that’s not OK. But, I lack self-confidence. If I had *just* a couple of drops of this magic draught, I would/could have accomplished so much more. I would be different. Better, probably. But, my self-esteem and confidence are so low. My altruism sometimes turns against me. It’s all part of who I am. I accept it not because it’s the easy thing to do, but because I know that my lack of somethings, perhaps makes me better in others. Overall, though, I feel disappointed that I cannot control to what extend something negative will affect me. I believe it’s hard to, because most of the times negative feelings strike you out of the blue. I really need to work on that. Make it a bit better. I know it will make a huge difference. The good thing is that I fully recognise what I am and what I’m not. It’s a start right?

Lately I’m keeping a journal. Makes things a little easier. If you feel that something is wrong, and that can be anything, don’t face it alone. Talk it out with someone. Normally, I wouldn’t face a problem right away. But, lately I speak up. Even if something was my fault, I try to be the first to say/do something about it. That’s a small step to face your fear(s).

P.S. : I read a great article earlier posted by Jenn Granneman on Upworthy, called “Highly sensitive people: Remember these 10 things when you feel anxious“. I recommend you read this.

Cheers all!


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Starting and owning a blog or changing directions/rebranding can be extremely daunting, especially if you’re a perfectionist. You want your content to be perfect, you want to have everything scheduled ahead of time, and you want the marketing to be just “right”. You want a lot of traffic and everything. It’s exhausting! Questions like, ‘What […]


Figuring out who you are. A short story.


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Who am I? What am I? Why do I feel like this? What is my purpose? Do we all ask ourselves such questions consciously or not? I am sure that we all do at some point in our lives, maybe while we are in our 20s when we start to experience life. But, do we all care enough in order to find answers to those questions?

I’ll describe to you my experience with that. I was always interested in finding out what I like and what I’m good at, but I never had the chance to look deeper and find out the reasons why I do the things I do in certain ways , why I prefer this and not that or why I think the way(s) I do. And there is more to that, but I think you get the grasp of it.

After I graduated from my Master’s I had to move back home, and it was tough. I got depressed. It was not OK. I had to deal with the fact that things didn’t go as I planned, I was searching for a job, and I missed the great friends I made and the life I had as a student for the last 5 years. At that period, I kept a journal about my ideas and the things I would like to do career wise and in general.  Reading through my notes, however, made me realize that I was unaware of what type of person I was. And by this I mean that I was not fully aware of my personality traits, my pros and cons, and how to utilize all these combined with my knowledge. (Does this makes sense? I hope it does.) Then, I thought to myself “Maybe I should look into it. Maybe this is part of what triggers my anxiety and insecurities.”

So, I started searching through the internet about personality types. Boy, thay was a long search. I read phycology articles and took several personality tests and compared the results. I also came across a great website called 16 Personalities , which I totally recommend! All of the test I took suggested that I belong to the ISFJ personality type and so did the 16 Personalities test. Their approach, though, it just spoke to me. Reading through their version of ISFJ, felt like doors that were previously locked shut, magically opened and I finally had access to the wonders they were hiding behind them.


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Long story short, this whole research took me about 2 months. What it pleasant? Not really. It was kind of … shocking I’d say. It was as if I rewired my brain. But, the emotional payoff was so worth it. A weight was lifted off my chest. Now, I finally feel that I belong somewhere; that I am no longer lost. That I’m not weird or strange or a snob or whatever. I’m different, in a good way, and I learnt to appreciate that. I started to understand myself -even though it is hard for people around me to do so- and love *me*. I now depend way less on others’ opinions about me.  AND, this process helped me build a stronger Résumé. Fill two needs with one deed, right?!

No lies, I’m not perfect. I am never going to be, but I don’t mind. I still struggle to keep things like overthinking, and everything that might come with it, at bay. At least now I can control it and understand it. I know my strengths and weaknesses, where they come from, and what I can do with them . I learnt to appreciate myself even when I’m gloomy. My advice is that if you feel uncertain, take a break. Just try to disconnect from the world for a little bit and look inside *you*. You have no idea what great things you will uncover. So, good luck!

P.S.: I’m open to questions and I’d love to give advice if needed.


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My ‘Hello World!’ post.

So, I had this idea of creating my own blog for two months. I kept postponing it because I was so uncertain, and afraid (mostly that), about how it was going to work. Of course, nothing will work unless you try, right? Only then you will learn whether that *thing* was for you or not.

Lately, I’ve being trying to push myself, little by little, to actually do the things that inspire me, yet I usually preferred to admire from a distance. To be honest, doing this to myself feels kind of unpleasant. It’s so easy to not have to stress yourself – and the last thing someone wants in their life is more stress. But, deep inside I know that all these things I like or I dream of, will never become mine and part of my life unless I try. Basically, we need to give ourselves a wakeup call every now and then. Less slacking. More happiness.

And in case people are wondering how much courage it takes for a person whose middle name is Fear to start doing something new, well it takes a lot. I woke up today and told myself “you are going to start this blog. No questions.” Yet, I spent the whole day (over)thinking about it and I was one step away from calling it off. But, I pulled it together and here I am (coffee always helps). And that makes me proud.

And here it is. Bliss in a Jar. We all think about bliss, happiness, joy. And can we all find it in so many different things. I am still searching for it, as millions of other people on this planet. My Jar might be empty at the moment, but when you have ideas and visions for you as a person and for your whole life, all it takes is a *spark* and everything will light up. I don’t want for this blog to be a long personal bucket list. What I want is to share my tips, thoughts, experiences, and the things I’ve learnt from them until now, in hopes this might help others. Don’t get me wrong, I still have a lot to manage and learn. But, I think that it’s easier when you are not alone. So, hop on!