Month: September 2014

I spent a lot of time being lonely and sad, but I wanted to write a post about what makes me happy. These are clearly not the only things, but some I was thinking about recently.

1) Reading

2) Drinking Tea

3) Baking and/or Cooking (especially while listening to music)

4) Watching a favorite movie or show

5) Having a nice glass of wine

6) Feeling the rain on my skin

7) Feeling the wind whip through my hair

8) Getting ready in the morning

A short list, but something I want to remember as things get more stressful, to not only savor the moments that make me happy, but to try to put more of these in my life.

I love books, so there will be most certainly more of these posts. This is your fair warning.

I was thinking about where I got some of the ideas I have came from. I was thinking about the books I read when I was a child.

So one of my earliest memories of reading was, I think in second grade, reading the entire collection, they had, of Encyclopedia Brown. I have always read a ton and my parents read a lot to me. But some other books I remember reading were the Tamora Pierce books. I loved, and still do love, them. I read the Alanna books as well as the Daine ones, those are the ones I loved the most. The Circle of Magic and Trickster’s ones came out after that phase of mine. I loved the Alanna and Daine. They were strong females who made their own decisions. I realize they also had a heterosexual relationship as well, which took up plot time. But for a younger me, they inspired me that things were possible if you wanted them enough.

I also loved the Abhorsen series by Garth Nix for similar reasons. It had less to do with romance, and more so with dealing with the situations you have in your life, even if you think you aren’t prepared, with strength.

I was recently thinking about these books and have vowed to reread them. I want to take a stroll down memory lane.

As you can tell from the title, that’s not a word. Today I immatriculated into Uni here. It was a huge chaotic time consuming process, but I did it. After waiting in three rooms for a long time and encountering many students who, I felt, were both lazy and not knowing what to do (or when they did, cheating to get it done!) I finally did it. Then I went and applied for my study permit, and got that to. So yay me. It was a long process and it was intense. I thought I would feel really great and accomplished after, but instead I feel just stressed. Now that it’s finally over, there’s still a million small things to do and it’s stressful in and of itself. Now I finally feel like things are moving, and moving fast. It’s like I’ve taken a pebble away from a dam and things are moving fast and consuming. It’s hard not to get caught up. It should be excitement first on my brain, but I now feel like I’m nitpicking on all the small things I need to be doing and ways I need to be preparing…is this how it’s supposed to feel?

I have decided to start posting on a more regular schedule, but more so, in advance. It isn’t that I don’t do things that make me think, but often it’s hard to find time to write. For me, though, it’s more that I need to really want to write, and when I do, I write a lot. That’s why you might see multiple posts from me on the same day, but to not let so much time go between posts, I have set them up from now, hopefully, on. It makes me really happy, because I can put forth good posts, that I feel I have time to do, on a better schedule. Obviously if I have something that is going on, I can write an immediate post, but this makes me happy. I know this is a fairly short post, but it’s nice to me.

It makes me so happy, because it’s a schedule, it gives me a routine, it gives me a purpose, something to do. Although once school starts I will have a ton more to do. But this should help with that as well. This makes me happy. I can’t say that enough. The past month has been really sad and I’ve been so upset and had so much to think about. And I will have more, for sure, but I want to embrace this moment of happiness.

It has been a total uphill struggle with German for me, for a lot of reasons with myself, not the language. I am not half bad at it, and will only get better. I’ve been told that I’ve gotten better since I came here, so I hope that’s true. I have just decided that I am going to try. Like my progress into real life again, it’ll just be slow, with up and downs, but it will be moving forward, whatever happens.

I was recently watching a woman who suffers from Trichotillomania. I watch her youtube channel and started thinking about my own experiences. [By the way, just figuring out how to make these links makes me really happy and proud of myself!] I recently pulled out someone’s hair, who doesn’t have Trich (which is the abbreviation Rebecca uses) and we did that for a moment or two, to each other. And then I thought about her and how upsetting it would be for anyone who suffers from Trich. She recently spoke up about a scene from the Doctor Who television show, which I love, where he pulls out a hair and how it was a trigger (something that, as the word suggests, triggers someone). This is just some background for a thought I was having today about my own hair.

I was thinking it’s so long that I don’t like washing it sometimes because it’s so heavy. And it is long now! It’s at least halfway down my back. And I do love it, I think it looks beautiful and I love that I can braid it. But I felt incredibly guilty for thinking this because for those who suffer they might wish they had long hair or not be triggered, etc. It made me think about how I should just be thankful of what I have. I have spent a long time trying to grow my hair out. I want to be more respectful.

But it made me just think about all the things I have that might trigger, or upset, others. Not in a “People are going to be upset I dress like…look like”, but I mean in the sense of Trich. I don’t really know how to better explain it than that. It made me try to be more empathetic and love myself more. It makes me appreciate what I have, in a simple way. I know it’s such an old saying, to appreciate what you have, to be grateful, and I think, I thought I understood that. I have a roof over my head, I have wonderful parents, I have great friends, I have a fantastic partner, I can go buy food everyday (as is the custom here), I have electricity to boil some wonderful fruit tea, I have long black hair, and the list can go on forever. There’s so much I am thankful in my life.

To a large extent I always knew this, having been adopted and visiting the orphanage. So I knew that I was grateful and thankful for being able to have the opportunities I have had. But this puts the wonderfully small little things into perspective.

For the majority of my time here I have been oscillating between bouts of sadness and isolation to feeling slightly, but not longlastingly, motivated. It’s been a struggle to motivate myself, when all I want to do is rest, sleep, and read. And for a while I totally indulged in that, just letting myself do what I wanted to. It made me feel lethargic and lazy, but I was in a slump and not ready to move forward. I was coming down from years of pushing and work, and feeling horribly intense burnout. I let myself just read, or play, or lay around all day. But now that school will start later this month, I am invested in getting back into a routine and reestablishing some old habits. It feels good to get back into a rhythm again, have a to do list, and do things. I love resting, and I will have to balance it. As soon as I finish my list, I am going to give myself time to play. It’s just some things I was thinking of recently. Yay for slow progress to productivity!

I have been thinking about censorship and this anxiety I have about the blog. I wonder if I should censor my thoughts. I have a lot of feelings and thoughts about this. I realize in real life I censor myself too much, which I should do less. But I think about this blog, the thoughts that will be here on the internet forever.

I think in regards to this, I have to be patient with myself, I will change my mind, things won’t be the same, and I can, should, need to be, able to realize this.

I feel anxiety about publishing because I don’t know if the people I love and care about can accept or adapt or be upset. But if they are truly the people I care about, I am willing to talk with them, to say sorry if I have upset them, and I trust them. I shall give them the benefit of the doubt, mostly because, if there is a discussion or something, I believe it can strengthen our relationship. I know they are wonderful people, and I know they will be understanding as they always have been. I trust them to be able to read my thoughts and know I am not trying to be personal against certain people.

This needs to be the place for my thoughts, my experiences, to the people I care about. To tell them, over the distance, my thoughts. It is a sort of freeing thought to be able to not censor myself in that aspect. It’s a hard journey, it’s something I do so much, censor myself, that it’s hard to stop. I think “I shouldn’t” or “That doesn’t sound…”. And I’m not saying to unfilter myself, but to be able to say the things I want to say without having to worry.

So I am going to try. Because I want to be honest to myself. If these thoughts last forever on the internet. I might as well give it my best shot and be as honest to myself that I can be.