Liljumper’s Adventures

I have said before that I am an anxious person. Because of that I have stressed sleep sometimes and have noticed that I click my teeth at night. It’s horrible and it’s so loud it wakes me up.

But it is unconscious, why would I do that on purpose? And the only way I can think to stop it, is to relax and not be so anxious and stressed.

In an attempt to do this I have started to implement daily yoga, as well as going to bed with plenty of time, but something I have recently tried is coloring books (adult ones, so not ones for children).

It is designed to relax and calm people and I couldn’t be happier or more excited to try it out. I love coloring and graphic design type things have been the things I have doodled. So it’s my best dream and so I’ve decided to buy some books and try it out.

It’s very relaxing, and absorbing. It feels creative, but also a bit of route movement. It’s a pattern of movement, but it also feels like I’m doing and making something beautiful. Which is ideal and satisfying.

I can’t say if it’s worked at the moment, it will need lots of trial (yay), but I will report back!

Hey I’m still doing this! There are many days I haven’t done. It’s not a write every day for thirty days, although that’s what it is trying to be. For me, it’s 30 good starters, often just words, that inspire something in me to write. I go out of order, and I just pick something on a day that feels right to me.

What better one than home? I am home. But what does home mean to me? The more I leave home, the more it means to me, and the more I realize how intricate that word is.

I have many homes, many places, many people that feel like home. For me there are a variety of things that feel like home, but for me, it’s people. People feel like home. When there are people I love, it feels safe, comfortable, and loving. Like a warm hug. As a by product, where there are people I love, there are also things I like. For me it’s a combination of the two. If there are people I love, but no things that resonate with me, it can feel a little like a vacation, or a holiday. I love knick knacks, thinymabobs, tiny treasures. I decorate book shelves, I hang up cards, wrapping paper. I love to put the things I love around me. For me,  being surrounded by things I love is home, whether that be people or otherwise.

I like being with the people I love, surrounded by the knick knacks that have memories for me. I am tremendously forgetful. I don’t remember memories that well, but having a visual remembrance really helps me. I can see it, instead of it getting lost in my attic brain.

That is what home is for me. The feelings it produces are safety, security, and love.

Home tastes like hot coco. And it smells like lemon, honey tea.

While we’re on the topic of the new year, it’s important we shouldn’t forget the issues that still exist.

I was watching this video and for the women who read my posts, how many times have you heard these in your life? Genuinely. Because I’m not even that old and a lot of these I’ve heard to me, or people around me. I can’t even imagine how many more I will hear in my life. They don’t even surprise me any more because I’m used to a lot of them – especially the ‘don’t be so emotional’ thing (but many more as well).

I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even really hear them on one level because they’re pretty tired, yet also pretty common. And I wonder, have I internalized them?

And the answer to that, is yes.

I am very conscious of the way I act and the way I want to be perceived. I don’t want people to say those things to me. I’ve written previous posts about thinking about how I say things, etc. And it’s totally true. I have done that. So I have internalized it. It has been ingrained into me.

So my new years resolution, is to try to start changing my mindset. I can’t say I’ll go all 180 and change completely, because these things are internalized and they’re learned. They are things you hear a thousand times and don’t realize that on the thousand and one time you hear it, it actually makes you feel ashamed.

But it’s about interrogating your feelings, looking at them, questioning them, getting to know them, and seeing where they lie.

 

Hello everyone, I hope you all have a beautiful happy new year. I can already tell things will be good for the new year and I am excited to start again! or rather to improve. Enjoy your first day of the year!

It has been really difficult for me to think of my Best of 2015 List.

My memory is pretty bad, so my best memory of 2015 is hard to place. I don’t want to do less to all my other memories. And it’s pretty easy to think of my most recent best memory. But the best memory of 2015 is pretty hard to pin point.

Maybe I should do a series of best moments of the month that way I can look through those and find the one of the year. <GOAL FOR NEW YEAR>

So maybe I don’t have a best memory?

For now I will settle on driving through the pass in Switzerland and getting to the top of the mountain so we could park and look out on the sights. The expanse of the world below me, feeling like I was literally on the top of the world above the tree line was pretty spectacular.

So yes, that will be my best and most unique memory of 2015.

I will be better next year I promise!

A few weeks ago I was at a game afternoon and I felt personally attacked. The game, not really important, relies on math, but also on having a very in depth knowledge of the game (there is a over 100 page rulebook for starters). Having never played the game, that alone presents a huge challenge. Having never played the game, not knowing the terms presents another huge challenge. While passionate about playing ‘correctly’ I have read many pages of this book, more than I should have, because a lot of it is very jargon heavy. If you skip a chapter because you have a paper to do or just no interest in reading 30 pages about a character you never want to be, you could miss a term you never even heard about and can’t figure out how to define. Even the internet doesn’t help that much to make it clearer to me. So these two were the biggest hurdle.

It doesn’t help that my math skills are pretty bad under pressure so having people basically yell at me why I wasn’t doing it right, to do it faster, and why I didn’t understand it moved me to tears. This was not a fun game. There was nothing fun about it. I felt like walking out. I was trying to do something new, to fulfill a social obligation, and to have fun, but I was being yelled at for not understanding. I felt personally attacked and I can say that I don’t think I will play the game anymore.

I have better things to do than feel badly about myself and be yelled at. I can stay here, in my apartment, in the quiet, and be fine, happy, and not yelled at.

But what it made me realize is that in that moment, instead of yelling or flat out walking out, as I wanted to, I began to feel upset that my partner hadn’t stepped in to tell his friends to back off.

There are a number of problems with this.

1. I can’t ignore that they’re his friends, and so I don’t want to yell and make a scene and have them call me ‘over’emotional’ behind my back
2. I rely on him to check some of his friends when they are saying genuinely hurtful things, knowingly or not, because is it really my place to go around making everyone aware? Saying ‘hey even though I don’t know you, that’s not funny and you shouldn’t say that about people’, no one would even listen to me at all. So I rely on him for that.
3. But even more startingly, is that I knew if he stepped in, it would stop. I had said, hey I didn’t understand in a back off tone, and it had done nothing. But I had more faith if he, as a man and their ‘bro’ (a slang term for brother), had said something they would have stopped. And that’s the crux of this post.

Is that in a lot of situations I know if a man steps in to defend me against other men, it will be more respected and taken seriously. And that’s messed up. Because I’m tired of fighting with people, and saying ‘my no, really meant no, it wasn’t cute it wasn’t a joke, it was what it was – no’. Or dealing with their harassment at night. And when I’m with him, he’s there, and other men respect that. They say, ‘oh she’s taken’ or something else in their strange mind.

I was going home from Oktoberfest I think and we encountered some drunk guys who tried to speak to me, in that really freaking annoying drunk guy ‘want to talk to pretty people’ way. I didn’t answer. That was pretty clear to me. And they kept doing it. I never answered, didn’t even look at them, and you’d think they would have gotten it. So my partner stepped in and got them to go away, being perfectly friendly, but that was the hint they needed to leave me alone.

So while this board game incident fueled my injustice meter, it reminded me that it’s not the first time I have felt safer with my partner, or relied on him to step in when I have been verbally attacked.

When I was younger red used to be my favorite color. It was fiery, it was loud. It was beautiful, sensual, and bold. It was everything I wanted to be in the world, alive, thriving and unapologetic. It gave me the confidence to be the person I wanted to be underneath it all. When I wore red, I thought this is what I want to be, I want to be that fiery person. I want to inspire, to give off passion, to blaze through. It was everything I was trying to be: to have the confidence to speak to my inner self, my fighting spirit.

But now that I’m older, while I still love red with a burning passion, I am drawn to burgendy. The cooling embers of a beautiful flame. It is a stunning color, whether it leans more purple or red I love them all. It is regal, it is elegent, and it is just as passionate to me. It is like looking at a flame, the dancing ember veins, the cooling of the red. Because that’s what it is to me, it’s a more mellowed out, wiser, version of the red. It’s a refined, less wild, red. It says, to my inner heart, that there is still that fire underneath, but it burns slower.

Because the fierceness of the red is hot and burns. It cannot be sustained forever, at some point the fire will burn out. It isn’t healthy to remain that ‘on’ all the time. There needs to be periods of rest.

Burgendy is the color of wine.

So burgendy, it tastes mellower, but it still has the richness you can roll on your tongue. It’s a beautiful taste you can still savor on your tongue afterwards. There is a hint of fire, but it is a subtle flavor that can creep up on you. There is a sophistication, high and low notes, like a perfume. There is depth and communication, seamlessly adapting to the other flavors around, bringing out a taste you never would have noticed otherwise.

It’s Christmas! Merry Holiday Season everyone.

I hope you have a wonderful, happy day filled with laughter and smiles.

Stay warm and healthy

I love the fall season.The weather is fantastic, I feel like my inner polar bear comes out to play. Snow is in the air, I can wear my ear muffs without looking crazy, although I always am treated like I am crazy when I do wear them.

We have Halloween in October – which I don’t particularly enjoy because I don’t dress up or what not, but I can appreciate the holiday without taking part.

And then in November it’s thanksgiving and I love making food and sharing it with people. Also there’s advent calenders to be bought and looked at until you get to open them.

In December you have tons of major holidays, Hanukkah and Christmas being my faves. You can finally open those advent calenders.

Then in January there’s my birthday, which I kind of love and look forward to every year, because it’s my birthday – duh.

February is Valentine’s day, and I love all the hearts around and the hugs. I like baking Valentine’s day stuff and it’s just such a lovely reminder day of all the love I feel in my life.

And then you have March, where things can turn into spring, and that, for me, ends the holiday/fall/winter season.

It’s a beautiful time to be in the middle, having Christmas, and then my birthday!

I believe in trying to always show people how much you care. I am in the process of preparing Christmas gifts and what not for my friends here. I am making some cute cards to go along with some cookies and home made refreshing face mist.

Sometimes it makes me sad that people don’t return it all the time, but it’s not about reciprocating. It is about my decision to take my time and do things for the people that make my life a bit happier and cheery.

I am trying to incorporate that mindset into my life.

Doing all I can, when I can, to make things better in general for me and my life. Cleaning up when I can, doing the dishes when I can, meeting my friends, doing them favors, etc.

It is no skin off my back, and it makes me feel good to do it.

I am not trying to toot my own horn, although why shouldn’t I?, but I am trying to share what I am doing and how it makes me feel.

But even if I was trying to brag, so what? I am doing a nice thing and I deserve to be able to say, “Today I did a great thing, I feel like a good person, and it’s kind of great”. I don’t want to feel ashamed for bragging, because I don’t think this is. I’m not saying these things because I want people to feel bad about themselves, I am saying these things only to say them, to share what I am doing and feeling with people I care about.

So here goes. I am doing great things for people around me, because I think it further confirms the belief I have that I am a pretty good person to the people I care about when I can be (even if I have my moments). I do them because it makes me feel good and them feel good. It is always beautiful to have a reminder from people you love that you love them. It’s why I make home made advent calenders, why I write nice little notes, why I make sure to remember to write people. I don’t think I’m too bad myself. I would love to be my friend.