Sweet dreams

  One of the biggest cliche I have come across is the so-called "taste in men". If you are a passionate about women's magazines as I was years ago, when I would devour each one of them, you definitely came across a lot of articles and pop-quizzes revolving across the big Subject: MEN. They would basically ask you "MEN. How do you like them?", as if they were your steak, not humans. "How do you like your man, rare or well-done?" Today I finished my very first motivational book - I used to be this cool rebel girl who would do exactly the opposite to other females, such as writing until my hands hurt instead of gossiping with girlfriends, having all my room covered in rock artists posters instead of day-dreaming about Justin Bieber or whoever was the Justin Bieber of our time; being a voracious thriller reader while making fun of silly girls who read books about how to improve your life; driving like a freaking maniac, totally disregarding the dangers ...

I was looking for lists -  lists of things a girl should have learnt or done before hitting the critical age of 24 ( I'm not a girl,  not yet a woman,  right?  :D)  After looking for,  like,  2 infernally long minutes ( God,  give me patience!!!),  I've decided to do what I (at least,  once!) used to do best: write! So,  here's a a list of things I learnt or mastered by now: 1. Accept yourself. Love yourself.  It's not a clichee,  really.  I once accepted the challenge of having to pick 2 words that I would say to my younger self,  if I could.  The first thought was: Accept yourself. Had I known when I was a teenager that I would never become the awesome girl that I am today by trying to be someone else,  it could have saved me a lot of trouble and wasted time.  Be yourself and help yourself become the person you were meant to be. Don't worry if my words don't make sense now: it is the kind of ...

Beginning.  Uoooops, I did again: I woke up with the most annoying sore throat ever, a partially running/partially stuffy nose and the voice of freaking Darth Vader. But that didn't even happen this morning, so let's rewind it a little bit until Monday morning.  Monday morning we had a 7 hours, home-written exam for the third module. People who don't know what this is about and who grew up in countries where there is no other way than torturing people by letting them sweat their asses off in class for three hours, might be tempted to say "wtf??? Exam from home? Piece of cake!" I say to them, let's open our minds a little bit and realize that being able to memorize hundreds of pages by heart not only is not healthy for the mind, but it also has little practicability in real life and real jobs. When I was in law school we had to memorize laws by heart and we would point to the irony that real-life judges tend to check their books and codes, even in court. Wh...

 Some are forever optimists and they get hurt countless of times; their tears burn their cheeks, the fall hurts like hell every time, but, almost intantly, they somehow manage to get back on their feet and do everything all over again, as if the fall simply took their memories away and they can't remember how badly they were hurt. In a way, they remind me of me when I was a child: I was so clumsy that I managed to fall every other 5 minutes. It was really bad, I would irremediably damage at least one pair of pants every day. I was, as some would say, the girl with two left feet. ( or, in my case, the girl with two right feet - since I am a leftie.)   Some are pessimists and see the worst in every situation. They always expect for shit to happen, but make no mistake: this characteristic wasn't born out of too many disappointments, it is rather an inborn feature of these individuals, a protective attribute with which some were born. As odd as this might seem, pessimists are th...

  I totally love, adore and worship Sundays. [ And now it's the moment when people who know me well are convinced I was being sarcastic and they refuse to believe me, no matter how much I try to persuade them. Has it ever happen to you too? I say one cute small phrase filled with joy and happiness and  my beloved ones simply refuse to believe that I can do "happiness", should I be worried that they don't believe I can be a regular girl who's in love with Teddy Bears and the color "pink"?]    But I do love Sundays, I feel this is one of life's pleasure: to be able to take things slow for a day, read a good book near the window, while the shy spring sun warms my hair. So - since I am a "list" girl, I will make a short list of reasons why I am irremediably in love with Sundays.   1. Don't have to be anywhere.   Except for when it happens to work, I usually don't have to leave the house. I can spend all day long in my cozy pajamas ...

   I was reading  this article , when this particular phrase hit me: You have to respect who you are, what you're capable of, and what you're not.   Not necessary the whole sentence, but rather the last part: You have to respect what you're not. To be honest, I never thought of it that way, though it makes perfect sense, in terms of having to accept yourself just the way you are and embrace the idea that real lifetime changes can be made only at a very slow, but steady pace, but then again, am I not the girl who wasn't familiar with moderation until recently?   It so happened that, exactly while I was reading this article, one sweaty, exhausted boyfriend texted me from the gym, telling me he feels tired. Brief history? Boyfriend and I used to have kind of really unhealthy eating pattern in general, but also some short periods when we would be extremely interested in fitness. This vicious circle of fluctuations  ended in September, when I started to actua...

  Have you ever had one of those days when enough is no longer enough and you simply cannot find within yourself the patience to take another step?   People say life is all about strength - that only the strongest manage to succeed; I say that, at the end of the day, it all counts down to whether you were patient enough to go through all the routine or you got lost in it. Have you ever had one of those days when you dislike yourself beyond belief? Have you ever had one of those days when you hate everything about you: your damaged hair, your weight, the shitty way you speak English, your shiness, your stubborn  introversion, the stupid social anxiety, the incapability to finish things, your writing? Have you ever had one of those days when you just wish you were normal and you start speaking, like normal people do, instead of hiding behind the cold keyboard?   Have you ever had one of those days when someone will tell you there is nothing wrong with your way of be...