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Tuesday, 26 July 2016

Just a day

Started quite early. Not too early according to my standards, but early enough. 6:47 says my phone.

Still can't get myself to start using a wrist watch again. It's been 6 months, and still it doesn't seem to be enough to get back to me from the past. Ah well, maybe I don't need it that much then.

 '2 minutes', I think to myself. 'Maybe 3, but that's about it.' And yes, it is 6:49 when the Mini-Man storms into the bedroom, owning the bed, the duvet, and me, really. If he's like that for the next 20 years, he's sorted. Not with me. That would be creepy. In general. Perseverance, they call it. Or cheekiness and loveliness. Or all of these things.

10 minutes and one glass of water with lemon juice later, we're fast breaking. It's cool. The door to our balcony is open, bringing fresh breeze and making the blinds whirl and swirl. It's nice.

It's one of those nursery days today so 2 hours later we're on the go. What a rush!:)
Summer shines, making everything look a bit hazy and faded, just like it's supposed to be when you're on your holidays. Even when technically you're still at home.

It's not about the place.
It's about the feelings, attitude, and emotions.
You could be miserable in the perfect place.
You can, however, be at ease and in peace in the least expected holiday destination...

Sunday, 24 July 2016

Eight is my favourite number today

I love short stories, so had really good feelings about this set. And still feeling good, very good in fact, when I just read the last page:) so, it's definitely not the 'burn after reading' alley for me...

When you read a story about a girl meeting a guy, you have certain expectations. Mine were all around stronger female characters (ticked), trying to play it cool (ticked), while having their own insecurities and feelings which they not necessarily wished to expose, yet failed to some extent (you guessed it, ticked again). While some talented psychologist is looking for logic behind my definition of a good rom-com read, let's focus on the content of this particular anthology.

They say things come in threes. Well, here they did in eights. And what an entrance that was!:) Humorous, satisfying, easy to digest, but thoughtful at the same time. Like this very bit from one of them, Out of Order by Dee Ernst:
'I need to be brave.'
'Yes, you do.'
'What makes you brave?'
'Isn't that the same thing?'
She took a much longer time to reply.
'Being brave is an action. It's something you do at a particular time yand place. Courage is the thing in your soul that allows you to get up every morning and face the world, even when you're not feeling brave at all.'
'Did you just make that up?'
'No. Fortune cookie.'

To all the readers out there: these eights here won't leave you disappointed... You will feel - well yes - uplifted:)

This honest review was provided in exchange for a free book.

Tuesday, 19 July 2016

Leaves whirled

We're walking from school. It's warm and sunny, and summery wind starts to blow, gently at first, but getting stronger and stronger by a minute.

I almost feel like in the middle of that American Beauty scene, the one with plastic bag flying in the air, backed up with sweet sounds of music.

All of a sudden, like if she knew exactly how I feel, she says:
'And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the show of dancing leaves!' 😎

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

I am flying

And here I was, 11300 metres above the sea level
('Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Once again apologies for this one-hour delay, this summer we're experiencing the busiest air traffic ever. Since we are slightly higher than usual, our speed exceeds the usual one, too. We're flying 900km/hour at the moment. Enjoy your flight.').

Realising who I love. Identifying all the ones I really care about. One by one. It happened to me once, before, when I was on my own on a plane, too. Different times, same destination. Almost the same people in my thoughts. One which I should have included in my group wasn't there. Like if they didn't exist. I ignored it back then. Now I think I probably shouldn't have.

Why do we need to be at a distance to see? Why can't we notice the most important things, and admire our own, unique and personalised bigger picture, when we're in it?

Looks like it's difficult to see beyond and above while being surrounded with things.

Looks like everybody should fly. Once in a while.

Tuesday, 5 July 2016


'To truly support people in their own growth, transformation, grief, etc., we can’t do it by taking their power away (ie. trying to fix their problems), shaming them (ie. implying that they should know more than they do), or overwhelming them (ie. giving them more information than they’re ready for).'

And that's exactly what I do. I take people's power away as often as possible.
Not intentionally; all is done with nothing more than an intention to help.
Solving other people's problems: there's nothing wrong about it, right? But I kill it. Every time.

Becoming aware of how wrong you are is very disappointing. And sad. Especially when you think of yourself as a rather good type of person, in general (with several cases of being mean-spirited, malignant, and genuinely despicable; all well-deserved).

Then again, maybe it's just a process, where you get a chance to realise you can improve if you want to. Or pretend you haven't notice. And keep doing what you're doing. With a bit of luck, you may even forget about it after a long while. Since we tend to remember only the good stuff (it's cool, it's natural; otherwise all would be completely insane. And that would be too much competition. Even for me:)