Firefly - the world can wait.
Writing has been very absent from my life lately. It's the wrong way to start a new year, and it makes me sad to see how little words the movement of my right hand has formed on paper.
There have been by far enough thoughts and reasons to write, but the pen felt heavy and it became hard to lift it up.
Instead of writing, I realized again and again just how much I love Marc, walked in the snow, adored sunlight-reflections on icy trees, tried a new recipe for lentil soup, drank hundreds of liters of tea, listened to classical music and studied.
I am still in the process of studying (and drinking tea), of trying to catch up with such a massive amount of information, (here is some for you: if you want to know what makes really good tea - green tea with roses. Oh yes.) and sometimes I simply get overwhelmed with what exactly happens in my brains when I think about what exactly happens there. What happens when I drink tea and simply enjoy. What happens when Marc comes home from work in the evening, and I cannot help that big smile spreading on my face. (I do not know what exactly happens scientifically when being in love, but I know there is much more to it. It's my soul rejoicing.)
After all, I need to form new synapses to remember, and I know I need the limbic system (namely the Gyrus parahippocampalis) for processing the information into my long-term memory.
My list of things to do this year:
The list could go on, but these things I consider most important.
And with this, I have to go now.
Bis bald,
hopefully.
There have been by far enough thoughts and reasons to write, but the pen felt heavy and it became hard to lift it up.
Instead of writing, I realized again and again just how much I love Marc, walked in the snow, adored sunlight-reflections on icy trees, tried a new recipe for lentil soup, drank hundreds of liters of tea, listened to classical music and studied.
I am still in the process of studying (and drinking tea), of trying to catch up with such a massive amount of information, (here is some for you: if you want to know what makes really good tea - green tea with roses. Oh yes.) and sometimes I simply get overwhelmed with what exactly happens in my brains when I think about what exactly happens there. What happens when I drink tea and simply enjoy. What happens when Marc comes home from work in the evening, and I cannot help that big smile spreading on my face. (I do not know what exactly happens scientifically when being in love, but I know there is much more to it. It's my soul rejoicing.)
After all, I need to form new synapses to remember, and I know I need the limbic system (namely the Gyrus parahippocampalis) for processing the information into my long-term memory.
My list of things to do this year:
- pray more
- love love love
- write more
- laugh laugh laugh
- listen more
- sing sing sing
- read more
- jump jump jump
- be still more often
- become a better person
- be more disciplined
The list could go on, but these things I consider most important.
And with this, I have to go now.
Bis bald,
hopefully.