February: The Spring In Our Hearts.

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A dear month, February. It always is somewhat beautiful and I have no idea why. It just is, at least here in Egypt, where spring commences ever so gracefully and slowly. I must say I’m grateful for everything that had happened in the course of this month.

To start with, I finally began taking care of myself after five months of what seemed like an endless stream of duties and responsibilities. I just actively decided that if I don’t give myself rest, no one ever will and I’ll end up burning out all the time. So, I just told myself to stick to certain practices like taking the weekend nights off to unwind, taking moments to recollect myself in contemplation and working on being more healthy and lively in general and I am so glad that it had worked. Isn’t it amazing to just take care and truly love oneself, for no reason at all but to experience peace and more empathy?
 

Another thing that made February beautiful is all the plants I made friends with. Of course, yellow dandelions sprouting in the grass have been abundant, and I managed to pick one on every walk on the roads of my city. The mulberry trees are also wild in action and I can’t help but cuddle those beautiful emerald-coloured leaves in appreciation, don’t they look so pure and innocent? The peach trees are also blossoming, but they’re coming in a little bit later. All in all, it’s just magnificent to discover and explore all of the changes in the air, every spring is a little newer than the one preceding it. Also, the sun had been extra generous with warm sunlight and extravagant rises. I can’t thank her enough, honestly.


This month allowed me to reinforce the concept of daylight dreams, again and again. I know you’re probably tired of me talking about that but I can’t help but marvel at how real miracles really are. Firstly, conducting a workshop in an educational conference was something I’ve written on my 100 Life Goal list and without any plans, it just happened. What mesmerised me is how I wasn’t scared at all, and I usually am before such speeches or public appearances. I just talked, you know? I think it was because I worked on being highly authentic, talking about my failures and mistakes to other educators so that they can learn from them. It was not polished and I like it that way. Another thing is that tarting this project at school this term is something I’m excited for and although I’m not sure of how it will turn out, I am going to challenge myself to be a better leader and to empower learners to research and connect more to the beauty of nature around them. Leadership, once so unattainable, has become something I’m very fond of and likely to experiment with. I’m very grateful for that.


I wonder what else I should challenge myself in. I’m sure I’ll figure out something I’m not good at to add value wherever I am in this world, by trying it out and making it work. I think, I’m keen on experimenting using technology in the learning process through applications and the like, although I’m not very fond of it, but the interaction it creates in the classroom is very much gratifying and healthy for learning.


University’s courses this year aren’t that spectacularly eye-opening but I don’t mind. I’m making my way to learn as much as I can. Something that I found very fascinating is that whenever I make the intention to learn something, I not only do but incorporate it in the knowledge I tailor to students at school. Last summer, when I studied sociology in my free time, it enlightened me so much that I find myself teaching the students sociological concepts like “self-fulfilling prophecy” to them whenever possible. I find that idea very beautiful indeed. There is truly nothing to lose in learning more— I wish everyone knew the pleasure in that.

March is almost here, now. I am not sure how it will be like but I think it’s going to be all about idealism, personally. I’ll work hard to translate more dreams into reality in the benefit of others and get out of my comfort zone even more, but gracefully, this time. It’s not a fight. I’m not here to lose, we have nothing to lose in the very end.


February will always mark the truth in intuition. It will always remind me that love exists. It exists within deep connections we make with our loved ones, believing in them, and letting them know that. February will always remind me that two hearts can be so powerfully intertwined, that they can paint a fate of their own, in which they meet like ripples in an ocean, reaching the shore. Love can be patient and silent, made strong by distance. Love can be anything we want it to be, as long as its true and inherent.

Thank you for reading. I pray for all of you to find beauty in your lives. And when you do, please share it so that we could all know, learn and be happy for you. :)

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