I Like the Click

I mentioned in my New Year’s post that I’ve got two big goals for this year. Learning a bit of Russian and finish a  new shiny bright glimmering in the moonlight draft of Novel That Has A Name but Does Not Deserve it Yet.

I started Russian lessons two weeks ago and the language is really cool. I like the analogue part of having to think about writing the letters of the Cyrillic alphabet, and I feel all Indiana Jones-y deciphering words.

Здравствуйте

Just look at that word! It’s formal for ‘Hello’. HELLO.

So so pretty. I’m kind of a nerd when it comes to languages so you’ll have to forgive me.

Anyway. Besides the lesson once a week I try to spent 10 minutes of every day practising letters or learning new words. Yesterday something awesome happened.

I felt The Click.

I didn’t have to look up the letters anymore and could read a lot of words. It ‘s possible that my brain had enough input to provide me with a translation without me being consciously aware of it, but I know this feeling very well.

It also happens sometimes when writing. When chapters and pages seem like endless loose parts of colourful Lego blocks and then suddenly The Click happens and you’re able to see a clear image of what the building should end up like.

I like The Click.

It’s what I’m looking for in life. The feeling of being on the right track. The opposite feeling of The Click is stepping on a Lego block when NOT wearing shoes. Sorry for the metaphors, I also like Lego.

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A story about cupcakes

 

The other day I was writing a story about a boy with diabetes.

He falls in love (because he’s seventeen) with the girl who works at the local bakery and he goes there almost every day to buy cupcakes. Just to see her smile. Except Mondays because she doesn’t work on Mondays.

He never eats the cupcakes. Even though they get prettier every week.

It’s probably going to turn out into a weird story, but it got me thinking about health. How big a deal is him having diabetes for the story? Does this boy considers himself healthy?

I believe health is not just the absence of sickness. It is possible to feel healthy even when you’re in a wheelchair or have some other difficult issue. Being healthy is to be able to face life’s challenges. And by that I don’t just mean the physical ones, but also the financial/social/mental challenges everyone has to face sooner or later.

If you’re not healthy all the other challenges are far more challenging.

This probably doesn’t make sense..

Anyway I decided that the only problem my diabetic boy has, is that he doesn’t know how to talk to a girl.

Other than that he feels perfectly healthy.

Decorating the Box

Thinking outside the box is often considered a valuable quality. But what do people mean when they say it? Is the box your comfort zone? Is it shared with people who happen to have the same box? The same boundaries? Is it said when someone thinks of something you haven’t thought of?

And what does it mean when people live like there is no box?

I don’t get it.

Or better said: I don’t get why it’s important.

People are who they are, and become who they become. Could be because there are limits to their intelligence, or because they chose to. Could be because they’ve been listening to others all their lives. Could be because they don’t care.

If I’d had a box, it would fit me like a second skin. I could step inside, or outside. I would compare it to the boxes of others. And I would decorate it with pink flowery wallpaper and call him Sam.

Because Sam is a cool name for a box.

Sorry for the rambling.

 

Blablabla. Go work out

This is one (out of two) of the most effective quotes I ever saw about exercise/healthy eating. It speaks to me on so many levels. I think I was a cat in my previous life. I like to sleep and eat. AND NOT go to the gym. But I go anyway and this quote is partly responsible.

I can think of a thousand reasons why I don’t want to go exercising: I’m too tired/cranky/not in the mood/have a muscle ache/have really important things to watch on Netflix/it’s cold outside/it’s warm outside/ I deserve my rest . In other words: BLABLABLA.

To be honest, I don’t get in the flow of a workout, don’t necessarily get happier when I run 5 kilometres, but I’m always glad when it is DONE. The feeling that I went despite the BLABLABLA is awesome.

And yes the thought of having a sparkling bikini body is also appealing.

You want to know the other quote that helps to keep me in line?

If you’re not hungry enough to eat an apple.

You are not hungry.

You are bored.

I am a very bored person.

A Peek in the Life

Of me!

Because it’s my blog and I can do whatever I want here. Even if that means filling a page with things that probably aren’t very interesting.  So.. what’s going on in my life you ask?

(You didn’t but that’s irrelevant because I’m going to write it down anyway).

Well.. I’ve been at my new job for three months now. I’d describe it as being a school nurse/ weight consultant for kids / mediator for kids & teens when their parents divorce or other crappy events disrupt their lives. I find it pretty meaningful and I really like working with them, so I made the right choice when I switched jobs.

My family and kids are also doing fine. I planned some cool trips: skiing in Germany in February, chasing the sun to Corfu (Greece) in May and Paris for my birthday in March.

Ah Paris. Always a good idea.

Good things, very good things.

I know 2018 is just on the way but I’m already proud that I didn’t succumb in eating and drinking all the December left-overs and stuck to my fitness regime (crossfit twice a week). I’m totally going to expand that regime and add running or swimming. Or not 🙂 .

On the creative front I’m not doing as much as I would’ve liked. I’ve two books I want to read this January: Hollow City and A Conjuring of Light but haven’t started yet. Mainly because I can’t stop watching Mad Men. I’m watching season 7, so the end I near.

Zero writing done so far.

Zero editing done so far.

But I did wrote this blogpost and started a Bullet Journal, so I’ll be fine.

 

And that’s about it for now.

Ciao

(rhyme intended)

Blank Page

Once I realized December was there, it was nearly over. Christmas and other things got in the way of me actually doing stuff. Sounds vague, doesn’t it? Well that’s because it is.

I have no idea how it got to be 2018 so damn fast.

But it is. And I like a new year. It’s the queen of blank pages, all shiny and ready to be filled with expectations, memories, experiences and probably a lot of Netflix.

I’ve been browsing the Internet because I’m obsessed with other people’s resolutions. I found there’s one thing a lot of these resolutions have in common: the word more.

More sleep/ more drinking water/ more exercise/more travel/more writing/more happy/ more of more.

I’ve got two big goals to fill my 2018 blank page. And lots of smaller ones

When I think about goals and things I want to achieve myself the word more also plays an important role. So I’ve decided to scratch it.

Do more of what makes me happy. Do enough of what makes me happy 🙂

And

  1. Learn a bit of Russian

I’ve signed up for a Russian language course. The Cyrillic alphabet has always fascinated me and when I hear Russian (or any other Slavic language for that matter) I have absolutely no clue of what’s being said. And it’s sounds mysterious and amazing, enough reason to try and learn. (and also because I feel like I’m about the learn a secret code).

  1. Finish second draft of Novel

Kind of speaks for itself.

Happy New Year everyone! May it bring you enough of what you want.