Tuesday 12 August 2014

Normal is the new hardcore

Time comes and goes and it doesn’t really come back. Philosophing much? Mayhaps.
Philosophically speaking, I have nothing to write about.
And not just philosophically. The past months have proved to be very interesting for my self-development, as I’ve been putting myself through some new situations and I learned some new things, maybe 2 or 3 even about myself. There’s no use in detailing, because no one really wants to know about an individual’s private life that much, unless I would’ve reinvented the wheel or anything as cool as that. Besides, this is also something else that adulthood brought me, I don’t need to tell the world everything about myself – and that might be either a sign of sanity or a sign or a newly installed insanity. Time will pass and it shall tell.
In the meantime, here’s something my 4 fans might be interested of: I started writing on my book. It has already at least 13 possible beginnings and, same as many things I have started in my life, it might not see the day of also getting an ending any time soon.
Good news is that the past months helped me find a lot of new music, which brought a refreshed playlist on my phone and in my head.
And, I am preparing for an awesome holiday, which is the reason for my today’s joy.
So there it is, my awesomely normal life. Blessed by the sounds of great music.

Monday 3 March 2014

Breathe in.

Sometimes, thinking and rethinking about a certain idea is not necessarily the best solution. Over-thinking decisions might just take the right moment of action from before your eyes and then, all of a sudden, you are left with an over-thought decision, that you missed the opportunity to actually implement. 
So this belief makes me realize there are times when I feel that I act based only on my instinct. There are many times like this, after which I have the impression I might have just made a huge mistake, but then I calm down and start breathing through the infinite dosage of optimism that lies in all the pores of my body. And if there is anything anyone could say about me, is that, as much as I love perfection, I am a terribly messy person. Apart from my work e-mail, where I have arranged everything like an OCD patient who's refusing treatment :D, my wardrobe is messy, my desk is messy, my hair is messy most of the times, my thoughts are messy. Yet, in order to fit the definition of a true messy person, I can find whatever I need and fast, no matter how messy my search territory is. 

Take a leap. Take a deep breath and take the risk. Jump. You might not rotate in the air like a cat, but you do have a chance to land on your feet.