The Story of LFM’s Birth.
Okay, it’s time for that update, the update about Le French Martini’s birth.
Basically, it’s time to start over and get focused.
It’s been about what, a month now since I’ve said goodbye to my beloved Chicago and planted myself in DC? It’s been a rough month with lots of complaining, crying and seriously some heavy contemplating about running away. I’ve been sad, heartbroken and discouraged and I finally reached the point where I was fed up even with my pathetic little self.
It just hit me. Things are the way they are. I have to stop being sad and just be mad. (Actually a friend wrote that to me in an email). Life becomes more complicated as you get older. It’s not a fun fact to accept but it’s one that must be understood nonetheless.
So Le French Martini is the new JK. The more private yet still annoying public Jk, who still on occasion gushes about Chicago and posts pointless photos of things she can’t afford and outfits she wore that day that made her feel like a super model. Except now, I will be bringing a little more focus to this online Journal of mine and writing about who I have become since I’ve moved here. Who I will probably be for the next year and a half.
The thing is.. I’ve changed and even though it makes me so uncomfortable, I will inevitably change and be someone I’m not used to being for a while or at least while I am living here in DC. I just need to embrace that and be open to who I may turn into by the end of this little part of my journey.
I know what I just wrote sounds a little bit like I’m selling out. Essentially, what I’m saying is that I’m about to allow myself to become someone that I don’t really think I am. But like I said, life is complicated and sometimes things aren’t as simple as black and white. Sometimes you do things you wouldn’t expect yourself to do in hopes that it will lead to the right thing. Sometimes doing what feels so unnatural and wrong is the right thing to do. Sometimes it’s only after you do something or experience something you hate that you learn more about yourself. Weird? Probably, but it makes sense in my mind which is all that really matters.
There will be significantly less posts about foods and foodie adventures (as it is obvious I am having a hard time trying to want to want to explore again), more about exercise (because when I tend to hit obstacles in life, I seek refuge at the GYM), more about what it’s like to be a newly single girl Asian girl entering her later 20’s in the suburbs (it aint easy), more about trying to establish one’s career and independence and just more about getting to know who I am.
No pressure this time.
I decided to name “myself” (really my online self) Le French Martini because it’s my favorite cocktail (well aside from the nameless Equal Parts St. Germain Elderflower and Vodka + dash of lemon+ soda topper. That would of have been a really long blog name) and all my life I’ve been searching for a drink I could call my own. It’s kind of like that Julia Robert’s movie “Runaway Bride” and her not knowing how she likes her eggs…. I can’t count how many times I’ve gone out and wasted so much time trying to decide what drink to get. One that is somewhat classy, one that actually taste good. One that never lets me down. “What’s your drink? What will you be drinking? What’s your usual?”
Well I guess I’ll start my life over by first answering this question.
I’ll have a French Martini.
