Dear Self, Thank You.

Thank you for giving me a sense for a new beginning. I will organize things, one by one, starting with the apartment and then make a precise plan for the other things.

Thank you for trusting me that I needed a break of not doing anything.

Thank you for giving me the will to continue into finishing all the things pending on my mind.

Thank you for sustaining of opening new career windows, I have already a lot.

Thank you for allowing me to experiment with making priorities.

Thank you for insisting on meditating.

Thank you for the health and the strength you give me so I can run, five kilometers with eight kilometers per hour. Marathon in sight, YAY!

Thank you for the love from and for the most awesome husband and sons.

Thank you for my hair – never been better.

Thank you for having my mom being as sweet as never before.

Thank you for the great time with my in-laws.

Thank you for finding the right people (and shows) for me.

Thank you for the books.

Thank you for the writing.

Pregnant: week 33: when your body yells, your soul whines and your mind is so-out-of-here

It was in the early pregnancy, the second one, that I sat exhausted on the bed and admitted defeat in front of my body and recognized its independence from my will. I thought: I want to be active and do this and that, and what not else, but the body does not. For all this time until then I thought I will always have control over my body. 25 kilometer and cannot run, no Body, we don’t give up, you can do it, let’s finish this marathon, it is all in the head, and so we will finish it. Well, I don’t know how to explain that. I made a quote back then and had it posted on my Instagram feed.
Now my favorite time of the day are these few minutes in the morning when I am just waking up. Woozy from the sleep, having forgotten I am pregnant, the baby in the stomach probably asleep. No acidic reflux, no cramps in the legs and no restless legs. My everything bodily well rested and fresh.

Then I take my four years old to kindergarten and I am already tired with the first step outside the house. Maybe I can eat something nice I tell myself on the way back. And I do, together with the iron supplement. I feel fine and decide on a chunk of chocolate cake, and the chunk becomes a quote of it. Later on, I wonder why am I so dull, and would I be like this from now on. Am I depressed? Should I force myself to get at least a little bit excited or maybe I should just leave the dullness as it is so I can maybe kick the bottom and from there will bounce up, hight in the circle of everyday curiosity and will to know what can be known.

My will to know and curiosity, along with the lightness of setting up for a task, are the things that I miss the most now when I am expecting and when I have to think twice if I will be able to pick up the fork that fell on the floor while I was eating the cake. I have lost the power of convincing myself that something is a good idea, and it is kinda funny because I remember days when I will have running thoughts in my head for what to do and how to solve this and that and will wish for some quiet mind state. Maybe now it is the time for that. If only my body was not so loud about its pain.

32 weeks pregnant, and fatigued

Now is the time when we should have the house impeccably clean, I think. For a first, because I get easily loathed when I see something hard to identify or something that once was fresh. And secondly, because the baby could decide to come any time now. Though my wish to have the house clean is strong, my exhaustion is even stronger. Whenever I get some buzz of energy, I clean around. Surfaces with some food remains are the most disgusting places for me so I try to clean these when I have the most energy because when I have the most energy is the time when I am not fatigued from being exhausted. Dearest Husband helps a lot. He does the cleaning – the nicely done one, and I cannot believe how attuned he had become with my needs. For example, yesterday when I puked heavily, I knew for a fact that there are no clean glasses in the kitchen with thin walls. I hate thick glasses or cups walls – I don’t even know why we have the one that we do. So DH got to the topmost shelf, got the boxed iittala wine glasses with the thinnest walls that we have and purred a cold fresh water so I could swallow the Paracetamol I asked for.

Today the house is again in a mess. I am running the dishwasher, but three key surfaces are still disgusting. The sink in the kitchen, the bathroom sink from the yesterday puking, and the dining table in the living room and the stove surface. A few hours back when I cooked the dinner for when the boys come back, I played The Good Wife on the laptop that I secured on the countertop where I cut all of the necessary ingredients for the dinner, so to get distracted and avoid seeing the mess. The strategy worked, now we have a nice dinner of turkey and rice in soy sauce, yay.

The baby did his morning exercises in front of my language study group, and now is probably asleep. The group I got with at the classes were one Kurdi, one Jemal (not sure where is he from) and one Albanian. I could assume that whatever culture they are coming from practices well covering their women, and there I was, seated next to astonished Jamal who could clearly see the alien in my stomach dancing underneath my tiny tight shirt. We played cards meant for exercising nominative and accusative nouns.

It is time to pick up my son, my back hurts from seating. My head is filled with thoughts staggering in a fog. One day my head will be clear and things will make sense, I hope. Tomorrow is the thirty-second-week exam with the midwife, I am looking forward to that.

Break-even: 2017 Life Events Inventory

  1. In January I meet Ewa and she tells me she made a 2017 resolution to hang out more with me. I am flattered, but considering the proportions of emotional troubles we both are in, l tell her, as a joke, to reconsider the formulation of the resolution from hanging out together to hang up together.
  2. If l knew that my brother’s best friend would hang up in June in his parent’s attic, l would not have made that joke. l am not superstitious, but for years now people have been talking about the universe not been able to differentiate between desire and the irony and sarcasm, so I don‘t know; I don‘t know.
  3. In July my mom comes to visit us in Iceland for the first time. We travel together and we stay for two days in The Netherlands on our way home. She stays in the Hague with our son and friends and we head to Amsterdam. At the Red District l attend my first ever strip show. The girls are dancing in underwear in the middle of something that looks more like a cafe than a club. There is no island, no scene, just a bar. My husband pays 40 euros for a lap dance for me. I try to make the best choice for which stripper to choose. I don’t want the youngest or the most beautiful one to be juxtaposed to me that is a bit fat at the moment; unbrushed from the ride in the train; wearing her mom‘s shirt from the Yugoslavia times; a lot overwhelmed and surprisingly scared from how feasible sex actually is. Finally, I chose the not so luscious blonde. She is totally not my husband‘s type. The striper takes my hands and squeezes her boobs with my hands. They are cold. I have never touched other woman‘s breasts before, besides mine. From today’s perspective, I find it funny that my biggest worry back then was to protect my glasses from the stripper‘s body curving while pushing it into my face. The other things that worried me though, I guess were totally legit.
  4. I cannot get rid of the haunting image of my brother‘s best friend smoking his last cigarette before headed to the end. The image followed me everywhere this summer. To the vacation in Cyprus, to our trip to Israel where my best friend got married. I didn‘t tell her what happened, and I was working so damn hard to exorcise the imagery so I don‘t associate my signing the Ketubah and my beautiful friend‘s beautiful wedding with a suicide. She does not deserve that. Finally, my soul finds peace on the trip to the USA at the end of July. Maybe because my anxiety pills were kicking in or maybe because there was no more place where my worries could go because the spring was fucking rough, or maybe because I shared what I was seeing in my head with my mom, and she said that she sees exactly the same: him smoking his cigarette into death. What was he thinking, what was he thinking?
  5. I quit the job that I loved two weeks before Easter because the owner of the store I worked and studied this country‘s language yelled at me. Apparently, he has anger issues if he doesn’t get to run.
  6. Running for me is not as troubling as it is to him. I enjoy it and don‘t get aggressive if I had not run. I run my second marathon in August. My time is not as good as before but is fine. Suck it Graves disease – an autoimmune I get diagnosed in June. Bring it on Life.
  7. Bazillion other things happened too.
  8. Made couple of good friends – thanks life.
  9. Got published twice.
  10. Had an amazing seven days in Germany before Easter with my best friend.
  11. Baltimore – New York – Hamptons: Mark and Rob‘s wedding, saw Cats, Arundathy Roy‘s second fictional book came out – bought it in the Hamptons – what a fabulous life.
  12. Got a second job – lost it too.
  13. Started a company – didn‘t manage to run it. Wrote a business plan for another one.
  14. Started a novel.
  15. Enrolled to study Psychology.
  16. Passed the Icelandic language test.
  17. Passed the written driving exam.
  18. Broke my finger – fixed it.
  19. Broke my soul – found a new therapist. So, 2018, babe, what‘s up?

Flexible vs Malleable

Let it stand here


The Orwellian decay of our language is a common subject in the orthosphere.  Ambiguous and equivocating definitions make it near impossible to engage people in meaningful ways; every word becomes a lie of omission.  Usually, this is viewed as a pretty sinister thing, a la the IngSoc motto from 1984:




But it can also take more mundane forms in everyday life.  The inability to think clearly, or perhaps more accurately, the failure to notice unclear thinking, can lead us astray as well.

Flexibility is a virtue extolled by our culture.  “Roll with the punches.”  “Adapt and overcome.”  Do what it takes to succeed.  “Lean in.”  Pick your phrase.

In the name of flexibility, you change your routine.  You change your gym time from the morning to the afternoon, or cut it from 5 days a week to 3.  You cook…

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While I Was Gone

While I was gone, I gained some weight, my son enriched his vocabulary with new words. I am still working on what I was working, but I also started applying for jobs. Somebody told me it gets 200 times to apply 20 to be interview and 2 to jobs to get, i.e. to chose from. Now, anyone who have ever read one of those articles named “how to spot a liar,” would know that I manipulated this information – because my facts were simplified. Not only that they are even numbers, but also they each start with the number 2. I also am aware that I am absolutely not allowed to write numbers with a number and not words if I want to be taken seriously, but meh, this is my blog, and I already lied to you.
But you do get the hyperbole, right? I am not away from the truth, what is the difference if the number of the interviews was 187, still – it sucks.
So I was saying that I am about to start walking that road, and I will start sending short stories to magazines as well. Have not done my research in that field yet, but short story seekers – here I come.

For now, though, I should finish what I have started, wrap it up and leave it behind.
And yes, I should lose weight.

Grab the Month – Start a 30 Days Challenge

It’s almost the end of the month. I wish I had kept a journal, so I could see how and on what I have spent it. To not be so harsh on me, I did wrote, well not a real journal, but kind of. If I had written though I could have gone back and see what I have done, and how. Though, when people tell you to keep journal they don’t tell you that keeping journal takes time, it can go to hours, and then if you need to go back and see what you have done and how you have done it, it means you should go back and do some math, understand your handwriting, typing, summarize, categorize and so on. it’s time consuming.

A year and a half ago, I could’n keep a journal, or to construct a to-do list, so I invented a kind of a long list with activities that are important to me, and desirable to happen on a daily base,like reading, writing, socializing, drawing, coding, exercising, cleaning, cooking, and many more. The list of  activities was long, and it turned out that one day to practice all of them is short. Very short. Each night I would have put a check next to the activity that I had succeeded in for that day. This routine lasted for two weeks, when my husband was away. When he come back home, I took a look and I saw that almost each activity on the list had a check sign at leas for once. Some had all of them. Cleaning for example. Another thing I noticed was that no matter of the type of activity, the average number of varieties per day was 5. I cannot do more than 5 things a day. Having cleaning as a standard on the list, which we take for granted, that boils own to 4. Minus the activity named socializing, that is 3. I was not working these two weeks, but stayed home with our baby. Now when I think, we don’t really have much time to do more that one to two meaningful things a day. This realization is depressing and disturbing to me. There are so many things that I want to do. Like writing this blog. I set the timer for 50 minutes, and I will simply stop when the time is off, and I will not proofread it, not that there is a lot I can do about it considering the fact that I am not a native speaker, but still I will not proofread it.

Because I remember writing several times during this moth, I will try to find out what is it that I have written, and I will try to remember the highlights of this moth, and according to it, will make a to-do list for April. Oh, the time. There would not be enough time.

With My Family

We spent both quality time together and in quantity we were doing our things separately but around each other.

I Saw Two Seasons of Mad Men

I know that doesn’t sound like a real thing to be proud of, but I actually am. The first season I watched it over a period of two years, and I didn’t lose an interest in it. Watching an episode per day without feeling guilt is a great personal achievement for me. I watch many shows that I don’t like as much as I like Mad Men, but I don’t feel guilty about it, because I have compromised for it. This is something I shouldn’t do. I should not compromise that much, and if I do, then I should enjoy the things I like without feeling guilty. Which leads me to the next thing of the kind that I did.

I am reading a book that I don’t need for school

The tittle says it all, though I am l lying about that. I do need the book for my school, yet if I am not going to use it, I still wanted it to read it some time in the future.

Went on a Weekend with the Family and Didn’t Work.

Though, I sneaked study material. My  husband caught me, and I promised that I will take the books away. And I did, and I think I succeeded in enjoying the time with my family without thinking a lot about my work. Speaking of which.

At Work

I finished one novel, marked everything in it, that I might use. Read all of the articles about it, marked possible citations, Wrote three pages out of 30. I discovered I need to read one more book, and several other articles to understand something. All in all, the job is not done yet. I wish it was going faster. I wish I can tell myself, it’s okey, you have a life outside the University you know that.

Writing Application for A Business

Dear Lord, it took me a whole minute to spell business. I hate not knowing the language, I hate it. Anyway. The 50 minutes are gone. I am putting 10 more, and hope to finish the highlights at least. The application, I have only one or two questions to answer, but it still needs time, and I need to proofread it, or give it to somebody else to do it. I hope I will be able to send it in on time. three days to go.

Saw Pajamas

For my husband’s Birthday I saw him a Pajamas. A nice one, I did it in two hours or so, so they aren’t perfect, but they are cute.

Worked on a Painting

That is also,as the application, half way done.


I missed few sessions, but it’s fine, it was Easter. I stayed in with my family.



A little bit, but enough, I think.

The time is off, I can write what was it there that I didn’t do, and then make the list for what to do. I hope to do that tomorrow. I’ll leave the photo as a hint for Brett McKay’s work that will have to do a bit with some of the next posts. Cheers.Capture








A W Song

I went down on the earth to look for you,
don’t get me wrong,
I wasn’t, and I am certainly not an angel.
I went down because also there,
I didn’t know what  am I
how am I
and who  am I?
I come only with a hope
that finding you will define me,
but I can’t be you, because you is already taken, from you.
I will have to be somebody else.

I don’t even like poetry.