Friday, August 19, 2016

Sobering Reality

Sometimes, and it's hard for me to admit it, a dream, an idea is just that.

A dream.
An idea.


Remember my post of a few weeks ago?
(http://simonettasworld.blogspot.ch/2016/08/august-bubble-generates-new-travel-ideas.html).
About new travel ideas? About going to the Caribbean after Christmas for a week / 10 days?
(It had to be after Christmas because our office is closed during this period and I thought, as I'm not working anyway, why not go to a nice place without using up my vacation days?)

The reality is that this trip costs a fortune. Way over my kind of budget. I thought that it was gonna be expensive but not THAT expensive.
It was a sobering experience, this week, when my friend came over for dinner and we stared at the prices for the flights and the hotels on the Internet.
Really sobering.
It broke my heart. Really it did. When I realized that I had to give up on my dream.

What to do then?

First, I have to get over the idea of myself enjoying the Caribbean. It was so clear in my mind - you can't imagine how much!
And then I will cook dinner again and we'll talk about an alternative that meets our budget.

It hurts nevertheless!

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

About Perception and Limits

How we perceive our body is not how our body really is. It's how we think our body is.

My feet, for instance, just as an example. I have always thought that I didn't have pretty feet. I didn't think that they were ugly just not pretty enough to wear sandals during summer time. Ever since I was a kid, I had a difficult time to find sandals that fit my feet (I'm not boring you with details here) so I started thinking that my feet were not pretty, weren't made for sandals.
That was until this year.
I suddenly wanted to wear sandals. Why couldn't I wear sandals like any other person?
So I decided that it was time to change my perception. I was going to find a stylish pair of sandals that would fit my feet and I would wear them with pride.

The first step was to actually find some sandals that fit my feet. Not an easy task but this Internet shop specialized in selling shoes helped with my "quest" (on this site I could choose from hundreds of various brands and as I knew my feet pretty well, I knew what I was looking for). I found two pair of sandals that fit me perfectly. Can you imagine that? As simple as that.

Then came the more difficult part. Actually wearing them. Showing off my feet.
It's stupid, I know, but it was difficult. The first time I wore one of my sandals, I felt like EVERYBODY was looking at my feet. Wow, really stupid.
I went on wearing them though. (Sunny) day after (sunny) day. And somehow along the road I got used to wearing sandals, to showing off my feet.
Then today, I looked down at my feet, and thought how pretty they looked in my amazing white sandals.
I was shocked by my own thought!
My feet aren't beautiful (I'll never be a foot model haha) but with the nice sun tan and the pink nail polish? Yes, definitely nice.

Who'd have thought?
Perception can change. We can make it change. The more difficult part is, at least in my opinion, to actually realize what perception of ourselves or a situation or another person (perception is not only about our body!) limits our life. And I so do not like limits!


Friday, August 12, 2016

Choose Smartly

In the end, it's always about choosing the thing that is right for you!

Thursday, August 4, 2016

August Bubble Generates New (Travel) Ideas

As I said last week, I do love summer time (http://simonettasworld.blogspot.ch/2016/07/being-busy-vs-having-time.html).
During these weeks, when the streets, the shops, the trains and buses are empty, my mind empties as well.
I take it easy.
I read.
I think.
I meet friends (and somehow our talks are not as "heavy" as during the rest of the year).
I go on short trips around town.
I have time.
It's like living in a bubble. A very nice bubble, mind you!
I know that when September arrives the bubble will burst and life will resume with its obligations and deadlines. I am fine with it.
August though helps me to regenerate. It's when new ideas come up (you know how it works: my mind empties, the ideas pop up by themselves haha).
New ideas about travel destinations. About classes I want to take.
I don't want to bore you with a list of ALL my ideas but I thought you might be curious about my next trips.

An unexpected short trip will take place at the beginning of September. We will get a new heating installation in the house I live in and there won't be warm water for at least two days. That's all I need for an excuse to go on a trip (hahaha).
It will depend on the weather but I feel like taking my car and drive to Italy. Maybe spending 2/3 days in Cattolica (on the beach) and then drive on, visiting the Monte Conero region and maybe the Monti Sibillini national park.

In October I want to spend two weeks in Venice (or maybe 3?). It's a dream of mine to once live in Venice. And as my job can be done from whatever place (as long it's in the same zone), my boss agreed that I could work from Venice for 2/3 weeks. All I will need is an appartment and an Internet connection (and my computer obviously!). I will work my usual three days (and earn money, which is important, see the ideas for my next trips!) and make use of the rest of the week to discover Venice and all its islands.

With a friend of mine we talked about going to a Caribbean Island after Christmas for a week / ten days. It's still work in progress though. My friend and I will have to do some research on which island we choose etc.

March of next year I plan a trip to Mexico. My American friend will spend her winter in Oaxaca and we plan to visit Mexico City together. The rest of the trip though is still work in progress. Maybe the Chiapas region? Maybe Costa Rica? Again. Work in progress.

I love my new ideas! Do you?

PS: BTW I plan to take classes on how to design a Website. That's another dream of mine.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Being Busy vs. Having Time

I love summer time. Especially the few weeks, where schools are closed, the streets are, well not empty, but let's say, less crowded.
These are the weeks where I like to go on short trips not far from home.
These are the weeks where I decide on Wednesday what I'll do on Saturday (the weather forecast being my best friend!).

All this is not so easy when my plans include others.
I tend to forget that most of my friends are quite busy all the time. So busy that if I call on Wednesday and ask them "what are you doing on Saturday?", they say: Saturday? We're busy. I: Well, what about Sunday? They: We don't have a weekend free until the end of August.
Leaves me speechless.
I don't want to judge them though. I can understand that not anybody is like me. Most of my friends have a partner and/or kids. And the more you are, the more difficult it gets.
I get it.
But not one free weekend in six weeks?
Oh my.
This morning I was e-mailing a friend of mine, discussing lunch plans. He proposed a date ... at the end of September!
THE END OF SEPTEMBER
Imagine.
I had to laugh! I had to. Really.




Sunday, July 24, 2016

Who Do You Wanna Be When You Grow Up?

I was listening to Oprah interviewing Michelle Obama on YouTube and one statement made by Michelle Obama stuck with me.
It was the bit about "what do you wanna be when you grow up?". Where she says that there is no end to growing. To becoming yourself. One phase after the other.
It's exactly my way of seeing things.
It's just that I had never heard anybody say it out loud until this interview.

There is a thing called "growing up".
But there is no thing like "I have finished growing up".
Life is just about going on and on and on.
You grow.
You make mistakes. Sometimes.
Other times you get it right.
You learn.
You start over. Or you continue doing what you are doing until it doesn't feel right any longer. Or you keep on going because it feels right.
It's fun.
It's hard (sometimes).
It's awesome (most of the times).
And it never ends. Which is even more awesome.
The notion that growing up never ends (well, besides the obvious one!), feels liberating to me.
To you as well?
It's like Michelle Obama said.
You just put one phase after the other.
Well, hers are certainly not mine. And yours are not mine either. And vice versa.
Growing up is more about actual growing than about growing up (which implies some kind of end).
I like that very much.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Clothes Line

My neighbors, an elderly couple, like to do things the old-fashioned way. Like cutting the gras with an mecanical lawn mower. No fancy electric or good old motor powered machine for this guy! No sir.
And then there is the clothes line in summer time.
Every summer.
Bang on time.
The line goes from one tree to the other. On the first really hot day, their bed sheets flap in the wind! White bed sheets, mind you. Nothing fancy there either!

I just love it.
Makes me think of when I was a girl, watching my mother pegging out washing.
It makes me remember how it felt to sleep in sun-dried sheets.
The smell!
I'll never forget that particular smell.
That particular feeling.
Sweet memories.
Thank you neighbors!