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After a six month hiatus, I return with my usual questionable wisdom. You may or may not know this, but as an ancestor of the most remarkable philosophical minds civilisation has ever seen, I consider myself an ambassador for greatness and a messenger of mind nourishing goodness, in every way I am able to express myself. The trouble is, this usually manifests in dark rooms, with Jamaican music playing in the background but that’s another story for another day.

Let me cut a long story short and sum up what I’ve been doing for the past 6 months in one word… “myself”.

You can cringe, it’s ok.

It’s been almost one year since I released myself from the shackles of full time employment and financial security. This time last year is when I hung out with Snoop Dogg and thought to myself, “Hey Loukia, I bet no-one tells Snoop what time he can take his lunch…” It was at that moment that I decided, a life where someone dictates what time you should feel hungry, was not one I was willing to participate in.

Sometimes a leap of (un-)faith actually turns out to be a good thing - shocking, I know! You might even find yourself on your way to discovering what you actually want from life - a plight consisting of minimal ease and maximum indecision in my case (when I grow up, I want to be everything).

It turns out one thing I REALLY enjoy doing, is spending as much time as possible in my pants and consuming unforgivable amounts of carbohydrates. At the end of the day, I’m not even mad because people who don’t eat carbs and wear too many clothes, are definitely not enjoying their lives.

And so here we are. With new projects and transatlantic prospects unfolding, I thought I’d return to my favourite sport - talking about myself and reposting Jennifer Lopez gifs.

All I’ve been reading for the past month are Socratic and Platonic dialogues in my quest for knowledge and pleasure. I know, my great grandfather Plato would probably scorn my self indulgence and pity my fervent devotion to my passions, but at least I can compensate by cooking the best Moussaka you’ve never had. Because where Greeks are concerned, food and forgiveness go hand in hand.