Marathon Training Week 1
25 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
in Growing up as it goes Tags: hal, higdon, marathon, plan, run, training, vienna
So what have I been doing this summer you’d ask? Well, not a lot. Bits and pieces. Couple of weeks ago though it hit me, like it usually does with most things. I had been ignoring my health for way too long. I always started certain things in that effect and quit again about 3 days later. I have quit drinking coffee about 300 times and started drinking it again after a bit. It’s not only the coffee, it amounts to the fact that often I end up drinking 5 cups of coffee just in a day. With cream. And sugar. Then again, I thought it’s okay, it wasn’t doing any actual damage, non I can account of, so I kept drinking it.
So now, when I decided to drink only mint tea without anything instead and detox my body, I did it more for the principle, to prove that I can. And I did, and since I have finally truly decided it, it was easy. But the true surprise came few weeks later when my skin started quickly clearing- no pimple or old scars from such, no uneven spots. I haven’t realized how irritated my skin had felt before that.
So, I’m sticking with the tea habit for a while. However these past weeks I also started taking vitamins and truly thinking of what other changes I wanted to do but felt unable to. One of them has been running a marathon at least once in my life, and that once has to be NOW. More
Make-Believe
08 Jun 2011 1 Comment
in Growing up as it goes, Perception Tags: brene, brown, enjoy, play, work
As I was reading Brene Brown’s post on
work and play, I got to remember a very important to me notion, that not as many people I know share.
To me, life has never been about learning to mediate between work and play (though granted you have to eventually learn doing that too), but rather learning how to make work seem like play. More
First Earrings:Tryouts and Inspiration
22 May 2011 1 Comment
in Urban Fairytalez Tags: create, earrings, first, jewery, lace, mine, shop
Here I stood today, in front of the silent monitor of my stationary computer, as I uploaded the first earrings in my new online shop and my heart skipped a beat, as if I expected the computer to mutter something in response.
It might seem like all of this came along very sudden thing, as if I woke with the idea of earrings selling in my head and went right on with that, but the fact was, it was a long nurtured idea. More
Fireworks: Make a WISH. Take a CHANCE.
08 Apr 2011 1 Comment
in Perception Tags: choices, firework, katy perry, passion, soul surfer, success, writing
Just the other day someone I know pointed out writer may not be the best carreer choice for me. “Why not start your own business,” he pointed out, “or become a politician. It will be easier.” I looked at him stunned, for one thing, because of all arguments he had come up with for why it will be hard for me to be a writer, and for another because it kept surprizing me how little chances people were ready to take once they seemed a bit harder or inconvenient. I guess the deeper truth was that I could never understand basing your carreer on convenience over passion.
So I would have to have another job for indefinite period of time, to support my writer’s career, so what? I am getting a Bachelor degree in Journalism in a year for that very purpose. So not as many people read anymore, so what? So it will be hard, again, so what? What are you looking for? The easy way around? And what is it about Business that in any way makes it easier, except that is more wide-spread? More
Down The Memory Lane: Atlantic City
05 Apr 2011 Leave a Comment
in Growing up as it goes, Perception Tags: addicts, atlantic city, bad, don omar, drunks, good, reggaeton, ugly

One of my favorite styles of music of all times has always been reggaeton. What does that have to do with Atlantic City, you’ll ask? Well, I spent my last summer working in Atlantic City, and despite the fact that being there had some useful sides to it, I resented it.
I mean, who wouldn’t? I have been growing up just as anyone else around me, but I had not had to deal with death before that summer. Not people I was close with, not relatives, not even relatives of relatives. The only time I remember being at a funeral was when I was about 5 and the only things I do remember is that it was long and that there was good food after. I have seen too little for my age I assume, or may be I had seen just what everyone has seen at 21 years- which isn’t too much. And suddenly I was thrown in a world where I saw drunks and addict and homeless people on daily basis, and where breaking the law seemed the-thing-you-do-for-breakfast. You want something- you make a deal for it. It went against all my beliefs. More





