Grateful thought (18)

Something truly wonderful happened to me, and the reason I know that is because my heart is heavy now. When something uplifting happens just like this insightful and warm conversation I have had on Saturday evening, only later we notice how much we were in the moment, and experiencing human connection.

This is the type of connection I have been looking for. A way into my new family, the one I married into. And the way I notice it is that finally somebody asked me about me, and actually listened. It wasn’t to make small talk or a polite question, but more than that. And I have to mention here that politeness doesn’t run in the family. It is more like information exchange, and not much to do with an actual interest in me or anyone else for that matter. Even though I should be at least some kind of concern. That also shows the status my husband has in the family. If he had any type of importance in terms of hierarchy, his choice would draw interest in me – naturally.

Well, that has not happened yet, even though it is getting to five years that we have been together. And because we don’t often see the family it is also a question to use the time when we are actually sitting around a dinner table. The conversations I have hoped for never happened. Up until this Saturday evening. I have had a glorious day full of art, love, good conversations, delicious cakes, and even enough time to think to myself, just walking in the city by myself in this misty January.

I got lucky, because my phone didn’t work in the country, which meant everyone needed to trust I would be where I needed to be, and arrive when I arrived. No distractions, nothing tragic, important or particularly game-changing supposed to happen in those few hours I had my rendez-vous to go to. And it did, and it didn’t. Had I had my phone, I would left my friend’s place earlier and joined my husband in visiting his grandmother in the middle of the city. Instead I left by myself when I wanted to, when the time was right. On the way back to my great-aunt-in-law to my relief that my husband had not been back yet. We were staying at her place during the weekend.

I was happy to know I wasn’t too late for dinner, so there we were, just the two of us. She said: good, we can finish the champagne and talk. (My husband decided not to drink this year.) I was honestly looking forward to this time alone. I love talking to people, who actually listen. Who doesn’t? So she asked me: would you tell me how this art school thing came into your life, why did you choose it? And then I asked: where exactly should I start? How far should I go back to explain the importance of art in my life and how much the pressure was on me to go to university when I didn’t? And I started telling my life as I had always wanted to, but only to those who I knew would listen. And she listened, and I could say many things I wanted to. And of course I would have continued to do so had my husband not showed up 15 minutes later after I started. Those minutes were truly magical. I am beyond grateful for finally being seen as part of the family. That is how that conversation felt.



I have this blog for a reason. Nobody knows I have it, hardly anyone reads it and that is exactly the point. However I felt like posting something on facebook exactly the way I do it here. I just write without major editing and pour my thoughts onto the keyboard with one initial thought in mind and see what comes out, where it is going.

I wrote about the fact that I have been unemployed for a year. I couldn’t manage to get a job, earn money and feel good about myself, so I decided to explain what it feels like being unemployed for that long. What it does to your thinking, how friends are trying to help or not help by their behaviour, how some are honestly very helpful, and some actually just disappear, because they have got no idea how to deal with you. I am not sad most of the time, but some days are honestly very heavy.

What I did not expect is the amount of replies and private messages that I got. It was and still is overwhelming to read all those kind words directed at me, knowing how many people have read what I am feeling. It might have something to do with my period as well. Very late, but I did get it before travelling, before Christmas, before we have to get on the road, so that is good. After four days of being in pain the overall aching in my body is declining as well. That is always a way to productivity and starting to get down to business. I have four workshops to plan, and many bags to sew. My heart is heavy though, I feel not valued at all in this neoliberal society. Someone to be thrown away at a moment’s notice. Even if friends send me love and well-wishes.


It’s been a long time since I have written here, and I missed writing. Today I am sick as well, the usual shoulder-head-jaw and back pain is creeping back into my life. I am tired, I am scared of the year ending. When I am in pain it is difficult to think clearly. I am reading, trying to find a solution, trying to keep the house clean, providing a good background. And in the mean time to work on my projects.

I need help and I can’t afford it. I need my jaw fixed, my teeth fixed and braces on them and I can’t afford to be healthy. I am desperate to get a job that is at least a bit in my knowledge area. Employers can get away with not responding, with ignoring you, with not thinking about your time. Many jobs I don’t apply to because I know it is a waste of time.

The new year is coming and the truth is in the past three years I couldn’t wait for a new year to appear. Because I wanted the year to end let’s just go and start over, try again. I wish I had a year, maybe next year when I could say: awesome, what a wonderful year I have had, I am sad it is over. So far I have been struggling, feeling I am not achieving anything, my relationship is not thriving at all. And in those past three years I graduated and got married. Should have been amazing achievements.

Not having money is hard. Not being appreciated and fully accepted by your husband is even harder. I normally don’t lose hope, I don’t think it will never get better, but it is just hard. And yes, you never know what other people are struggling with. I am sure they are also fighting a battle I have no clue about. That doesn’t make my life easier or better. I want us all to feel good and enjoy this mini-time we are on Earth. My husband has some resolutions for the new year that he wants to achieve. Some include me, so I am going to help him with them. I hope they will help us too.

Write, create, go!

This is going to be just short and simple. The first week of December has passed and I have way too much on my plate. So I am going to list here my plan, my list of what needs to be done in 2017 and then get going.

  • the house needs to be in order, so clothes put away, everything cleared, because we have guests today and tonight.
  • have to make sure to get enough supplements, so that I don’t have to buy them later on, and also take them.
  • have to know whether I can go home before the holidays for a few days or not. That depends on whether the interviews or selection process happens soon. No news from them at all.
  • have to finish writing the stories that are still in me, those that I want out before 2018 starts.
  • have to start writing for my art projects. Thankfully the list of topics I have jotted down, so I am on track.
  • have to design two new websites: one for my art project as a portfolio and one for a new website.
  • write and record 4 episodes for my podcast.
  • decide whether I make the support bags and posters for my podcast. If so, then make them. Which means buying material and start sawing.
  • plan my workshop for the event of the end of the year.

This is a lot of writing and thinking that I have to do, with the hope that I start working  for actual money in January. Now that this is in writing, all I need to do is GO!


So there is the saying that you are the average of the five people you mostly identify it. It is not the first time I heard it on a podcast, or read about it in an article or book. And I am just trying to understand whether that is actually true and if so, how does it apply in my life? I honestly don’t even now, who I identify with. Is it also partly admiration, has it got anything to do with that? So, as I am writing, I am making it up what I have to find as I go. I like contemplating in writing on the clock.

1.) Obviously it has to be my husband. I spend most time with him after with myself. There is a reason I married him, and I think we are a wonderful match. Even on the really bad and difficult days. So, what is good about him, why do I identify with him? Probably we need to take into account both positive and negative elements of a personality. He is a sensitive, creative person, who is thirsty for knowledge. He keeps reading up on things, and trying new programming skills. He is attractive, but an introvert. He is nice to talk to, but doesn’t speak much.He is funny. Sometimes lazy, sometimes doesn’t work hard. He has problems with self-esteem and self-love. With making friends, even though people in general love him very much, and find him a fun person to be around. Read more


I took a lot of time applying mascara this morning looking in the tiny inconvenient mirror of the powder blush. The light is coming from the side, I can’t properly tell if I managed to put the cream on my face evenly everywhere. I turn my head, I see the small mistakes, work again with my fingers to make sure this mixture of BB cream and promo face cream get the right feel, then quickly look at the time. Okay, I really have to leave now. One more deep look and I take note of the number and depth of lines on my forehead. Two deep ones above my right eye. The cream always collects itself there. Just a bit, to give me a reminder. And those next to my eyes as well. Crow’s feet. Read more


I am the type of person, who tries to find the solution to my problems by googling them. I am looking for hooks, help, texts, advice, books, anything that would get me out of what I am in. In the mean time my husband goes to work and brings the money home. I feel that I am developing the projects that I wanted to start, but I do know that I am very slow these days.

It’s been 11 months that I have been unemployed and for the first time I found a job that I would genuinely like to get. So instead of spending a lot of time figuring out how to make sure I get an interview I am hiding behind the screen watching series and playing with some online games parallelly on facebook. I know that many things that I am doing these days are ruining my attention span. I know that the pomodoro technique is something that actually works for me. The longest I can go is 10 minutes thinking that I will never push through that much time. When the clock of the egg timer starts beeping in my ear however I feel energized and hit for another round again. Read more


I dream a lot about giving birth or being pregnant. I am aware of what it means, and why it became an important signal for my life. I remember the first time I had the dream I was a teenager and it was during the short period of time when I had a psychiatrist. She was always intensely interested in my dreams. But then, when I told her I about being pregnant in my dream and later pushing a baby around in the street, she asked: are you sure you are not pregnant in real life? I was a virgin at the time, and could hear her cynicism clearly. I was disappointed, and soon enough I did not return to see her, even though I would have needed the help for sure. The dreams about birth continued all my life.
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Grateful thought (17)

This is the deepest gratitude I have felt in a very long time. It is short, simple and from the bottom of my heart.

My sister-in-law was in a car accident on Thursday afternoon. With her two-year-old daughter. She lost her consciousness due to the lack of iron in her body, and drove against a tree with full speed. She is five-months pregnant with twins.

Her airbag opened, and apart from a small neck pain and dizziness she is fine. Her daughter had no injuries at all. She was safe in her babyseat. They slept well last night, and are in good spirits. The little one is happy. The car looks really bad, but who cares? 

I am sending love and gratitude to the world today. Thank you for letting them get through this with minimal harm. Deeply grateful day today and yesterday, and forever.

Grateful thought (16)

Last weekend and in the beginning of the week I spent a few days off with a friend of mine at her father’s house. She needed a break, and I was her partner to make her vacation a bit more relaxed, and not so lonely.

She took pleasure in showing me around her childhood place, the dunes, the nature, the walks, all delivered with stories about family and friends. This was not the first time there for me, but last time I had no time to do any sightseeing at all. For a good reason. I helped her family with lifting some weight off them due to the passing of the mother. Around that time I lived in a different country, but close enough to be able to come over and comfort her for a few days. I made breakfast, did grocery shopping and talked to her when she needed it. It was an incredibly sad time. My friend lost her mum to ovarian cancer at 51. Mine survived at 55.

Her family was very tight, and it was clear to me that it was due to her exceptional mother, who we had to say goodbye to two and a half years ago in May. Coincidentally I got married a year later on the day of the funeral. What made me instantly grateful is the memory of all people showing up for them. I think we were well over 300 at the funeral coming from all over the country (and abroad) to hold the family tight. I thought I would never see her dad smile again. She was the love of his life.

This weekend right after we arrived there was a family party, an aunt had a birthday. They said many times to me: we don’t have to go, you know no one there, no need to spend time there. I insisted on going. My friend hardly ever goes home, and I knew it would be nice for her to catch up with the family. I spoke to her grandma for an hour, and practiced the language I hardly ever use. There was cake, coffee, and most importantly laughter. I took photos the whole weekend, and have several where I see the father laugh with genuine delight. Now he goes alone on trips around the world, and we had the chance to say goodbye to him at the airport. He was off to Patagonia this time. It was lovely to see him not staring in front of himself in grief. I know it was already two and a half years ago, but still. Not that much time has passed. He was happy to see his daughter, drive us around, cycle together, he cooked for us, we baked for him. It felt nice to be around him. I am grateful that he could move on.