Someone asked me recently what unusual things happened to you over the years? And when I took a moment to think about what to say, I discovered that it is not that easy to find a particular something out of norm. Not because it has been all plain and boring, though. I am still amazed at how my life turned out to be, from the moment I step on English soil and up to this moment. I had to start from scratch, literally - new country, new culture, new language, new profession, you name it….so it was all pretty much qualified as un-usual for me. Living itself has been unusual, sort of.
And suddenly I thought that I'm kind of sick and tired already of all the "out of ordinary" happenings in my life and could really appreciate a peaceful and quiet existence for a change...Isn’t it sad to wish for a plain and boring life…
Read In
It might sound like a silly thing to mention, but I want to “mark” this day when I started to …read again. For the last almost 2 years now the only printed text I was capable of “digesting” was that of self-help stuff. I just couldn’t get interested or motivated or concentrated enough to read anything that was not “practical help”. This week I surprised myself with the prominent wish to enjoy a me-time snuggled in a blanket with a favourite book. Guess, which one was my bed-time companion for this week’s pre-bed-time? The Speaker For The Dead; felt like the right one to drift with into the fantasy world… Hopefully this broke the spell and I am going to enjoy many more peaceful moments to come.
All Is Well
Something to be said of one’s ability to use friend’s shoulders in the time of need. Recently I’ve noticed how more and more people are taking advantage of their social networking in a good way that is useful for them. In particular it is noticeable in FB statuses. Someone feels a bit under the weather. Or sad. Or down. They announce it “officially”, then all they need to do – bathe in the expressions of love, messages of sympathy, patting on the back and offers to help. I found it fascinating. The system seems to work so well – you cannot keep feeling down after about a dozen of people whom you might not even know in real life all reaching out to you. I am slightly envious to those who have no reservation in asking for help, emotional or otherwise. I truly wish I have such ability too, things could’ve been so much easier for me, perhaps. I thought of a reason why it is so difficult for me to ask for help. It is not that I’m too proud to admit I can be weak and it’s not that I am too reserved to let the others into my personal life. More because I’m kind of afraid to say I’ve got a problem, because when I let it out in the open, it sounds more real to me. They say – it is not the world that changes, it’s your attitude. And so all is well in My World and when it is not well, I’ll fake it till I make it