Nine Thoughts.

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I don't know, but those are nine thoughts that have occurred to me lately, which I cannot conjure a respectable post about. The condensed list is much more authentic.
  • I don’t know what has been going on inside my head but generally speaking, it’s overwhelming and mixed with the negative aspects of reality. Another lesson to find my bubble again. 
  • I’m starting my next project this month. All about observing the environment, sparking curiousity and to create awareness about the importance of research. The project’s aim is to allow learners to come up with ways they could personally be more aware of the environment and help in sustainability in general, through their own research results. So excited and ready for challenges and new things to learn about being an educator!
  • Another daylight dream of mine is slowly coming to light! I will be speaking in an educational conference about applying a holistic approach to learning through metacognition and emotional intelligence. It was always a dream of mine to actually speak for something as important as that. It won’t be a speech really, it’s a workshop where I’ll talk about my experience and the challenges I went through. I’m so blessed and grateful. I’m terrified, though, it’s next Saturday and I’ve never done a workshop before.
  • The wonderful fresh dose of February sunlight is chimerical and freshening. It makes the blackbirds sing their hearts out and the world suddenly looks like a wonderful place.
  • My health had been out of whack. Not taking care of my body is an issue. I need to eat, drink, meditate, breathe and sleep mindfully as well as do everything else on my list. Health is a priority, okay? okay.
  • February is the month of love. Not because of Valentine’s. I don’t believe in that; everyday is a celebration of love, but February is always so endearing, illuminescent and bright.
  • There are some problems I can’t really solve right now. I try to fight and fight to fix them, but nothing happens. I think it’s much wiser to surrender and let go and listen to my heart, which will verily guide me to solution, with time.
  • I fixed my guitar. To listen to it made shivers trill down my spine. Such a lovely sound, my guitar.
  • Drinking cinnamon coffee in the morning is something I’m deeply grateful for. It may be sugarless and bland, but its fragrance is heavenly. It’s transcendent. Wonderful.

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