All posts tagged: motivation

Everything’s coming up Marta!

Gosh I’m tired. Properly tired. Last night I couldn’t sleep very well, but I still managed to get up early this morning. When I say early I mean early. I was up at 6am. I had decided to start meditating and doing some light yoga, and so I started this morning. I am following two different apps, one for meditation and another one for yoga. Last night, I meditated for the first time in months (I had never got to the point of making a habit out of it anyway, I don’t want you to think I was some sort of balanced person) and it felt terrible. At some point, breathing became difficult, like my ribs were pressing on my lungs and I didn’t have enough space for oxygen. I did the 10 minutes of the session and went to bed. This morning, I was a bit apprehensive. I was thinking that maybe meditation is just not for me. However, I tried. It was so much better. I felt comfortable and relaxed. Score! After that, …

Things that make me happy (part I)

Hi there! How is it going lately? Depending on where you are located, you might be enjoying a great hot summer, or maybe you’re keeping indoors… or you’re unsure because, you know, UK weather! These days, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking (uh-oh…) because, you see, there are tons of angry people out there. Angry people make me sad. I don’t like angry people. Wherever you go, there are people arguing, shouting, complaining, criticising… Where do they get all the energy from? Seriously! Don’t get me wrong, I do get angry. However, I usually try to see the other person’s point of view, and even so, it’s more frustration than anger. I usually go as in “that annoys me so much” but I rarely shout at people. I rarely get angry-angry. Sometimes I do, and that makes me sad… I don’t like angry people, remember? It’s on those moments when I need to force myself to take a step back, and analyse why I’m having that reaction. It’s also on those moments when I …

Eternal Struggle

Today I have made a discovery… I feel that I’m quite tired lately, mainly to having strange dreams and waking up many times at night. Mornings feel like a bit of torture, also not helped by the fact that I’m never in bed before 12am. This morning, when I opened my eyes, I felt the cold outside. I was warm in my bed, under my duvet, but I could feel the air outside my flat was crisp. I quickly, if drowsily, made a mental scan of my wardrobe and drawers, trying to find the warmest clothes to wear and regretted not having thermal and down layers to wear. Suddenly, the image of my snowboarding trousers, tucked away in storage under the bed, seemed like a longed-for comfort. It’s not officially winter, yet it feels as such. The fact that when my first alarm goes off (the one that tries to get me out of bed and up for a workout and maybe even a breakfast) it’s still dark outside, doesn’t help. I whisper the eternal …

Little Mean Voice

You’re late, said the mean voice in my head. You’re never going to finish on time, as usual. It was getting way too normal, much like a habit. The voice kept on making snarky remarks on my life and my choices, all the time. I failed to set it aside, it just wouldn’t keep quiet. Do you know what date it is? It kept reminding me. I was straining myself to not bite the bait and begin a conversation. It could keep its monologue for as long as it wanted, I would not respond. Still, the words burnt on my tongue while I gritted my teeth. You said you would finish your jumper in October… Well, did you? I opened my mouth to reply, but stopped. I. Would. Not. It’s now November, and you haven’t finished it yet. Shall we speak about NaNoWriMo? Ouch. That hurt. The mean voice knew exactly where to hit me. Day 6. That’s almost 10,000 words behind… Does that feel like failure yet? You can’t even say you’ve been busy …