Took a new job and changed my life

Just like that. Almost two weeks ago tomorrow I started writing a book. Out of the blue. First ten pages were for fun, the next 20 were for curiosity. I am now at page 128 and I keep on going without feeling that I have a choice. I just sit in front of my computer and images and words start flowing out of my mind.

 

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I have made changes before, took a year or a few months off. Off from work, off from school, off from me and my quiet and numerous rules that made me too timid and hesitant to live a crazy year. Every and each one of them gave me more than I have expected. And still, this one seems to be the most fruitful of all.

I have always had difficulties keeping my imagination under control. Working to keep my mind focus on each task at hand, thinking straight, simple and logical. A teacher of mine once asked us to say in a project three of our flows. My number two was that I always seem to see the most complicated and unusual solution to the problems I'm confronted with and yet, sometimes failing to see the obvious ones. Who knows, maybe the flow I have been fighting for so long is not a flow at all.

So I'm taking a few months off, hoping the future will not say I'm wrong this time. Kept some old projects and took a new one that involves only writing. I work during the day and save my early mornings and nights for my book. I am not a writer and I will never be, be since I lack the proper education and the vast life experience I think one should have in order to consider himself or herself a true writer. But still, my pages have so far brought smile to two very dear faces and that it's more then enough for me. It has done it's purpose. My writing notebook, because book is an undeserved title so far, has touched two souls and it has started to heal mine.

Sometimes you are shown

Sometimes the beginning just happens to run us over. Not in the numbness of a final moment, nor while you close a door or a cardboard box marked "Kitchen - Fragile". But in the midst of a normal day when you enjoy the same sip of coffee and talk with the same office colleague about the same vacation that she will never get to go.

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And it hits you like a tram off the rails. Whether it's the revelation of  some eyes speaking to you without opening their mouth, the deja-vu of a place where you see yourself through your lashes in  moments that you have not lived yet, or an idea that uncovers you in front of your face as very different than you thought you could be.

The beginning starts as a piece of sunshine that follows you reflected in a window from the block in front of you. It plays with your eye lids like a butterfly you are trying to scare away with your hand. Until you don't try anymore and stop to admire it's perfection, understanding that it is looking for you.

It starts nice, calm, quiet as the surprise of a warm summer rain in a hot day. And instead of hiding in the first bus stop, you choose to walk further feeling as the rain embraces you to the skin. The beginning is beautiful, it's a baby's smile, innocent and crystalline.

But the beginning is filled with traps because it's power comes from your soul. From that part which nobody used yet because nobody knows how to get to it. From the corner where you hide the silver cutlery for important guests.

And it feeds on you. In the early days it feeds on your enthusiasm and your quiet smile permanently imprinted on your face. Then it starts to feed on your impatience. Impatience with which you feel you want to leave the old clothes and to try on the new one bought from the store. Impatience with which you have no time to do what you used to do. Then it starts to feed on the nights when you do not have the patience to sleep and on the hunger that you haven't had the state of mind to quell.

And you wake up tired in the middle of an unknown road that you do not remember taking because you were too full of yourself. And you're sitting in front of your window looking for the same sunshine in the windows in front of you. But the sun has passed the afternoon and its light is now gentle and quiet. It heats without burning and give light without shining. And if you're lucky, you'll catch your reflection in the window for a moment and you will understand that you are not you anymore, and your are not where you were.  But that it's here where you should be.

Or you will frown, thinking that you had a dream, you will dress nicely and you go to work. And at lunch break you will discuss the crazy few days you've lived with the same office colleague, enjoying the same cup of coffee in the middle of an ordinary summer day.

Becoming a volunteer - Big changes come in small steps

Today I got my Red Cross member card. It is the most ordinary day ever, except it's really, really hot. 39 Celsius degrees were witness to my first step of becoming a Red Cross volunteer.

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I have been playing with the idea for a couple of months. I am not a very sociable person, I am not brave, nor extremely generous. My job involves spending long hours in front of the computer. Always connected to the world, but still, so disconnected. I have amazing friends and wonderful parents that have thought me to be polite, to help the people around me and not to get into trouble. I am an average good person, I occasionally give money to the poor and I try to be there for my friends to best of my abilities. But always in an average selfish way, being very careful not to disturb my quiet, pleasant life too much.

I have never seen my self as a volunteer, I have never considered that I have what it takes to just reach out there, into the world, giving up some of my perfectly predictable and easy days for others. And still, here I am, holding my Red Cross member card and feeling surprisingly enthusiastic about what is to come next.

Two months ago I joined an Aikido Dojo. It was the first thing that I did just following my dreams and my heart. No one I knew was doing martial arts. None of my friends. Now I know 10 amazing people that love the same thing that I do, and my best friend just joined the team. The only regret I have is that I haven't started this earlier.

This morning I prepared the documents I needed, put on my headphones and with music in my years I started my trip to the Red Cross office in my town. I always listen to music when I have a long road ahead. Have you noticed how it transforms everything? Like a pair of pink glasses, making people that you usually see walking with sad faces and leaned backs seem all of a sudden to walk happily in the rithm of any song you might listen.

After more then 30 minutes of walking in the sun and almost 0,5 liters of water I got to my destination. In front of the office there were 10, maybe 20 young people waiting for something. When I got in, I realized they were waiting to take the "First aid" exams. In a dark and cool room, two young women and a young man were trying to revive three dummies.

If there is one question that comes certainly into your mind when thinking about becoming a volunteer that is: Am I not too old for that? Seeing all those, well, children for me, over there made me hesitate again for a second. Then a volunteer came and led me to an office where I just left the papers, payed the annual fee and got my volunteer card. And that was all. 5 minutes and I was a volunteer. Not so glamorous or complicated as I thought.

But most of the big changes start small. For now, my volunteer card sits quietly on my desk as a symbol of a day well spent. Today I joined the Red Cross. No one I know is a Red Cross volunteer. But I am thrilled to have started this journey and I'm looking forward to see what other wonderful first steps will bring to my door.

The Magic Journal - For all the single ladies

Not only but especially for them. So, if you are single, just broken up or already in the clear but a little bored and wondering when the next love adventure of your life will come ... Well, actually, you are probably wondering when the right one will come and what you did wrong last time. In conclusion, if you have a lot of time on your hands and a lot of questions about yourself I have the right treat for you.

The Magic Journal. It's a Journal, but it's Magic. Because it's not about your real life, it's about your ideal life, or a part of it. Maybe your ideal love story, or your ideal adventure. It doesn't really has to be about love. It should be about some place where you have always wanted to go, something that you have always wanted to do or someone that you have always wanted to meet but didn't have the chance.

So, it's about you. You don't have to use the first person. You can be a "she" if it's easier. You can even start writing about someone else, a fictitious character that you imagine. But I will guarantee that in the end you will return to what you know best: yourself.

The Magic Journal will help you find out things about yourself that you have never thought about. It will help you see what hides deep in your mind, how you wish you would be, look and act and what keeps your from being that.

You will have a lot of fun. GUARANTEED. You will get to know how your ideal man looks and acts like because he can't do or say anything unless you make him. You will understand what makes you tick, and you will see your each reaction and feeling written on paper so you will face your desires and fears more honestly then sitting on a shrink's couch. And it's free.

Don't worry if you can't put up the details about some dream island or wild jungle. Just write your action and emotions and get back to the details, which yes, you can look up on the Internet to make your experience more real. Cool, isn't it?

I started mine Sunday morning, more like a joke and a lot from boredom and heat. I don't remember the last time I laughed so loud. My mind had some pretty cool surprises for me. Enough to say I left myself with a Mai Tai, standing on the bridge of a really cool cruise ship and watching the sunrise. I'm looking forward to see what the day will bring on the Atlantic. So, take a pen, open your notebook and role out into your therapeutic, funny, virtual life. Better then TV and books, because you write the story.

Be careful, it's addictive and it only works if you are honest. Don't show it to anyone because it is only meant for you. See you in your real life. Have fun! And don't forget to let me know how it goes.

Best wishes,
IoanaIS

Are you happy? Are you all that you could be?

... or on a road that will allow you to become that?

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I am not in the best period of my life. Some things are not as they should be, as I would like them to be. I've been here before, not having what I don't have now. But strangely, this time I feel happy.

For a couple of weeks, I feel like someone stands in my way. On my normal, quiet, boring, anonymous road to nowhere and he's not allowing me to pass further, until I find the right answer to a question I don't really know, but somehow I begin to guess.

I love my life. I can not speak about the happiness of having a beautiful family and children of my own, because this is not my case. I am "single", but not alone. I have wonderful parents, great, amazing friends and a sweet, naughty little dog whom I love all.

I cherish my independence, my time, my space, my absolute freedom in thought, in being and in doing almost anything I want, when I want. I am a "strong, independent, black woman". But I am not. Cause life has been kind to me. Always. But have I been kind to it?

I have broken up with someone, a "significant other" how I heard or read being called, about this time last year. I have passed through the "put your face on a box bag" phase, over the "I'm happy, yes, I really am happy" phase, the "fuck, I am not okay" phase, onto the nice, finally here phase of "I have so much time, let's do something for myself". The phase where you usually get your life back and start remembering who you are without somebody to define you.

I chose to start doing something I wanted to do for some time. Details are not important. What is important is that I love it. It helped me find myself, and I met new, amazing people. It gave me the feeling of beginning to set my life on the right track. It made me happy for the first time since ... I don't even remember when. It made me wonder what else I have been dreaming of doing all these years and never done because ... I don't even remember the reasons, but I'm sure they seemed really important back then.

It made me wonder if we find our place, our way, as we grow up. Or do we know it better when we are nothing but little persons with an open mind and we lose it on the way? Wouldn't that be sad? And really alarming?

So for a couple of weeks I am stuck. I feel the calm and serenity you feel when you are in the arms of your parents, and you feel safe and protected, and you know you don't have to worry about anything because they are wise and they will take care of everything and they will tell what you need to do.

I feel the excitement and curiosity of a student who is listening his teacher explaining an interesting notion and trying to figure out what the homework will be. Because there is homework for sure. And my next homework is volunteering. Giving. Being kind and generous to others. More then I have been. And I am preparing my workbook.

I am not in the best period of my life. But strangely, this time I feel happy. Because I feel I'm given the chance of getting back to my self, the freedom to choose the right road and the motivation to take it.

Living in a small apartment - Not an interior design tutorial

I live in a small but wonderful apartment in a quiet neighborhood filled each morning by the laughter of  happy children and the strong voices of young mothers. "Strong, independent, black women" I like to call them, though they are not black, but their spirit fits the saying.

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 When I say small, I mean 50% of the people I know will probably get claustrophobic spending more than a day in there. But I don't see the limits or the walls. All I can see is the warm sunlight filling the room, the wide window through which I follow the leafs dancing in the afternoon wind and my home, my wonderful and happy home.

The dangers of living in a small apartment are the same with the side effects of drinking alcohol: it intensifies everything that you feel. If you are happy, you can only see the window, whole world shares your happiness and your small apartment seems to extend above the entire street. If you are sad, you can only see the walls getting closer and almost feel them crushing into your soul. Living in a small apartment forces you to look in the mirror and be in touch with yourself more than you might like. You have no space to make your thoughts lost, no "other room" where to leave them while you try to forget about your problems, fears or questions.

There are all in there with you, either you like it or not. It is not place for the ones with a poor heart. But you can make a great home in such a place.

As the title says, this is not a "small spaces design tutorial", I will not tell you how to design your apartment and make it look nice, or bigger. But I will try to tell how you might make it a happy home.

I believe that your home, either small, or large, should be the physical expression of your mind and soul. Your mind decides the dimensions and how you divide your space and your soul decides your colors and textures.

If  90% of your mind is preoccupied with work, if there is where you give your passion and find your happiness, then your home should also be 90% working space. If you love reading, listening music, watching TV, then you should definitely create a space in your home for that. It can be just an armchair which in the afternoon becomes the armchair that you stay on in front of the window, in the warm light of the afternoon, reading a good book and drinking a nice flavored tea or a cold beer. Or it can be a whole corner of your room.

If you love cooking, if it is the only thing that gets you to relax and forget all about work and problems, than you should give yourself a generous kitchen space. If you like having your friends over, playing games and talking, give more space for your living area, get some comfortable chairs, or pillows and cluster everything else in a small space.

How much time do you spend in your home? What are your favorites activities in there? Make space for them.Your home should express how you like to leave, what you like to do and offer you all the comfort for doing that. Your home should not restrict your mind. It should never force you to think "smaller" or deny yourself ideas or activities just because your home is not big enough.

When you choose your colors and furniture, forget about what is appropriate or in style. Look for ideas that you like, no matter how different and unusual. You can't fit in too much stuff in a small space, so it is very important to like each and everyone of the elements you bring into your life.

If you have a vivid imagination, if you are an artistic person, choose curtains rather then blinds. You will be amazed how easy it is to escape through the transparent plies of a soft curtain gently dancing in the wind. If you are a practical person that loves precision and well-defined elements, then definitely go for the blinds.

The colors are very important. Choose the colors for your home only when you are calm and serene, neither sad, nor happy. If you choose your colors when you are extremely enthusiastic and happy you might be tempted to choose colors that are much too strong and lighted, and which can become annoying in days when things are not very good. If you choose them when you are sad, you might be oriented towards choosing colors that are much too pale, or contain tones of gray that you might not even notice at first.

Choose texture that make you feel good and comfortable, and most of all that make you feel yourself. If you like smooth and fluffy textures, use them. If you like well defined, minimalist furniture, choose that. Yes, there are rules that help you make a small apartment look bigger, but you can use those rules and still have what you like. For tricks and tips about making a small space look bigger, I will let you now surf the Internet and ask master Google because there are hundreds of nice articles out there. A small tip, look for images first and then read the rules. You will understand them much better.