November 16, 2016: Ladybug challenge day 1

Hello November,

yes, I know, I announced a challenge but let some time pass… between the moment of decision and the moment of the execution there is a gap but it is always time for a good idea!

So here I am with lots of tasks, trying to be on top of my game and how should I respond to the challenges that arise keeping my purpose on sight?

It feels as if I have been busy, but not always with my no 1 purpose.

So it is time to define it.

  1. Writing a book on art this year
  2. Writing literature
  3. Finding a well-paid regular job
  4. Being found by the love of my life

Now, how do I keep my level of energy up and my optimism to the highest? Mind power? Super resilience? Top self-confidence?

I want to have fun on this also!

How about doing one unexpected thing a day!

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March 5, 2016-day 33 out of 60 day challenge: Love Again!

 

Hello March, the title is ment both as an incentive to fall in Love yet another time, for those who are out of love, but also, speaking of Love again, after the Valentine’s amorous period.

I don’t know exactly where I stand myself, regarding love feelings. At least that is what I have told my “compatriote” from the South of France who happened to be passing by for business purposes. We went out for a drink to catch up since he is returning to France tomorrow.

He told me how lucky he feels, to be In Love again, so soon after having broken up from a former girlfriend. They had been together for years, and despite feelings of love, they didn’t see life in the same way. It was mostly her decision and a month ago we were still speaking of his ex and his feeling of loneliness. Now, his face was shining. The new person in his life is someone he had already met through a group of friends. He thinks there is a connexion between them she is the “one”.

But this was not the first time I heard a love story today. This is why I say, Love Again.

This time, it is the love affaire of a woman who should be about 75 year’s old. She is an old school teacher with whom I have kept in touch. She told me that when she met her husband at University, in her early twenties, he was in a rock band: she fell in love instantly. They were still together until he passed away, last year. And the last time I saw them together, they seemed to be a loving couple, and two wonderful people.

I don’t know if my first friend is right about his new partner. I hope he is. But I would definitely like to end up in a couple as the one of my former school teacher.

Do you think we can fall in Love Again? And are there Love Stories that last a life-time?

 

http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=3754438

February 22 and 23, 2016: day 26 and 27 out of 60 day challenge- I meet a writer!

Hello there February,

I was having some coffee and lucky me, I came across a book presentation! A best-selling Irish author, Sinead Moriarty was presenting her new book, “The way we were”. To be honest, I didn’t know who she was, but decided to buy her last book and I got a dedication from the author herself!

Now, do you want to know if I read it? Or if I like it?

Ok, I will try to answer in an honest, April-like way.

I liked a lot her idea of a plot. The father of a happy family decides to take a professional assignment in Africa, gets kidnapped and the family thinks he is dead. They reorganise their lives and then, the father comes back in flesh and blood. What happens next? Aha!

I also liked the way she presents different people’s emotions. It rings so true.

I also loved her dedication at the beginning: ” to all aspiring writers”, it felt so personal!

In any case thank you Sinead 🙂

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http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25242231-the-way-we-were

December 21, 2015: Hints for Santa

Dear December,

we are driving towards the end of the year and my letter to Santa has not finished yet! Yes, I have been busy in my hometown, but I have also been absorbed by my older self still alive in the eyes of family and old acquaintances. It is like telling them my hair is red now, and they insist telling me it is brown.

Can’t you see I have changed? Why do you still talk to the old April?

But mostly, why do I respond as the old April?

As the adolescent I have been?

Because this April is still living in me, ready to take offence and get mad when she is looked down upon.

You get the picture.

Is my inner child still hurt?

Dear Santa, how do I bring a gift to this little April and let her be happy?

What would she have liked?

She would have liked everyone to be happy. Herself included.

And she feels overwhelmed when people around her are not.

But there are limits to that. We can’t make other people happier than they decide to be.

It is like consuming a nice dessert, or a piece of chocolate. It can bring instant gratification.

But it doesn’t last if the person consuming this gift is not capable of offering a gift back.

So, little April needs to understand this and produce gifts for herself and others but also, be ready to receive her own gifts.

April would like her own family and friends,

Those who appreciate and love her,

those who believe there is good in this world,

the good we create as chocolate,

there is creative imagination,

there is beauty,

there is hope

and Santa is here for the rest 😉

Letter to Santa - FREE printable by Events To Celebrate!

http://eventstocelebrate.net/2013/11/letter-to-santa-free-printable/

 

 

July 24, 2015- While We’re Young!

Hello July,

did you also watch this? I was dragged last night by a group of friends, to watch a film on a childless couple in their forties, going through a crisis and thinking that hanging around with another couple in their twenties might be a “rejuvenating” solution, whereas arthritis starts and eye-sight problems appear.

The film is by Noah Baumbach, in his forties himself, with Ben Stiller, Naomi Watts, Adam Driver and Amanda Seyfried. A comedy about how to age gracefully? 

There was a kind of cult of youth, where all the cool things were done by the young couple, who finally want more or less what the older couple have but are not aware of it and unable to use their assets to create something because they lost their enthusiasm.

Ok, so, let’s see, the older couple seemed not to be able to finish anything: from a documentary to having a child. Because they were too pefectionistic or scared, they were both thinking too of themselves and not highly enough to get something done. They couldn’t (?) have children but the idea of adoption only arrives at the end. They become nerds with technology to look cool.

The younger couple are hipsters, and seem to represent the ideal of life, whereas they are a fiction. In the film, this couple doesn’t have psychological depth, it exists more as a point of reference for Ben Stiller and Naomi Watts.

Actually the film is not just about a middle aged couple. We can be old in our thirties, or even before, if we stay without any interest for any other than ourselves: am I the most talented and intelligent, sexy and beautiful person? Will I be famous, rich and adored by thousands of fans? Will I have the best …. boyfriend/girlfriend and many others who admire and desire me? … This seemed to be the preoccupation of Ben Stiller’s character, who just didn’t grow up.

These questions are important, but if this is all we have, we get old very fast. As adolescents, we might wonder about how others see us. But if our only objective in life is us, there is no growth, just aging, no matter what biological age we have.

 

December 14- Love, the most important ingredient

Dear December,

As I am entering a busy week, professionally speaking, and felt stressed up despite my to-do lists and sub-lists. The situation after the last meeting with the wannabe boss has left me suspended without any concrete prospect.

 

But, all of a sudden, I had an epiphany: ok, April, all these things are important. (By the way, I have already filled several printable lists for Santa Claus).

But what is my number 1? The most important of all?

Love. Love is the no 1 ingredient for a celebration. THE thing to make us smile.

It would be great to have a family with young children, to celebrate with, but I can’t produce one in a few days. Maybe I can borrow someone else’s. And a boyfriend that matches with them. A handsome guy with children? Divorced? Not too broken-hearted. Should I keep him after the holidays?

Being in love, sharing time with people we love, be around children, imagination, creativity, offer presents!

With or without means, letting love flow in forms of deserts, invitations, gifts, … kisses… fairy tales…

All the rest seems so secondary…

 

November 2- Allow ourselves to feel good

Dear November,

have you ever felt guilty? Not doing enough of the things you should have done to honour your name? Not enough brown leaves, Not yet Christmas, if you compare to December.

Comparison with others, is something that I have already written about. But comparing to some imaginary standards that we impose to ourselves? That our family, friends, coworkers have?

When I was a child, I was feeling guilty because I was reading literature instead of studying for school. Or watching my favorite tv series. Or playing.

Pleasure was coming first. But, this pleasure was poisoned with guilt: I didn’t want to give up on being a serious student.

It is clear that for my parents, studying for school was essential.

Have I really changed?

Is it possible to both go all the way in the direction of our desires, and not feel dependable to someone else who expects something different of us?

When we live in society, things get complicated.

But feeling guilty for having fun, is not assuming who we are. Ok if our pleasure is self-destructive, like taking drugs, we should do something about it.

But what if it reveals our inner being?

Or we simply do something nice for ourselves? Do we have to justify it?

If I have too many expectancies of myself, I am never good enough, worthy to be loved; that is what it means.

As if I failed myself in an imaginary exam.

What if life were a birthday party instead of an exam?

Do we have to be worthy to get a birthday present?

I think we all deserve one.

http://www.atelierenfant.com/stage/Atelier_de_Chocolat

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/kimberly-berg/guilt_b_1825702.html

 

August 28- Can we make others happy?

Dear August,

what would you answer to this question? I will tell you why I ask: some members of my hometown family are going through health issues and other challenges, I wonder if I can really be of help.

Are parents responsible for their children, children for their parents when they grow old, spouses or partners for their loved one and friends for each other?

Maybe when children are very young, or when people need daily care, we can contribute to their wellbeing. But “make them” happy?

Had I the power, I would bestow on everyone -including myself- good health, high spirits, wealth, and I would grant them their wishes. Would that be enough to make us radiate?

And then there is still another question: how do we help without becoming overwhelmed and loosing our own sense of direction?

We are responsible for our own happiness, but at the same time, the happiness of those we love is important for our’s also.

I have been reading Jeorge Bucay, the Argentinian psychotherapist on the path to happiness. He mentions that happiness, however we define it, has to do with the fact that we take responsibility of our own life.

“I can’t, even though that hurts me,

I can’t make you happy”!

Let Me Tell You a Story: A New Approach to Healing through the Art of Storytelling

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/let-me-tell-you-a-story-jorge-bucay/1113611872?ean=9781609451233

April 14- visiting my hometown

I just arrived in my hometown. My former visit was three months ago, so I reblog a post written at the time. I want to draw a parallel between what happened then and now 🙂

april4june6: A journal of self-tranformation

April, how is it going?

Blossoming?

I had a dream tonight, that I went to my hometown and met a former schoolmate who got married and had three children. We were discussing what happened in our lives -hers who never left home- and mine who went to the big city to fulfil my destiny. We realized with had more in common than I could have thought.

In reality, I did go to my hometown, to visit my parents. I arrived late at night, took a taxi that was waiting at the train station, and had a long discussion with the taxi driver, between 1.00 and 1.30 in the morning. A woman in her mid-forties; married at 18, three children. Her husband died when she was 27. He was the love of her life-up to now. She never had a serious relationship after. She dedicated herself to her three children who…

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July 12-Enjoying my neigborhood

Dear July,

the rhythm of my last days was intensive enough to make me wake up at 11.00 today. I was supposed to get to the art exhibition, but found out the debriefing was not going to take place, so I could skip it.

The day started with coffee with my neighbour next door, one of my dearest friends. We had to catch up for the last few days: a lot of things have happened for both of us.

Just after, I went for lunch at my usual Saturday café. There is something about this place that reminds me of a family’s living room. Probably because it is owned by a real family. Perfect for relaxing 🙂

I thought I should wear something colourful and flowery to give me energy, but was sleepy and all I did was to follow from time to time the conversation of a mother and daughter who were having lunch beside me. They were to participate to a baby’s baptism. There would be a dinner party after. Should the adolescent girl be seated with the children or the adults?

The next step was a meeting with another friend at another café of the same street. We sat outside, observing the passers-by. The new generation of toddlers was present, parading with their parents and their tiny scooters.

And just because it is good to get up and exercise from time to time, we went to yet a third café of the neighborhood and a found a new spot to continue the conversation.

Just by sitting there and talking, we participate to the life of the street, we remake the world, in our conversation and imagination!

http://www.123rf.com/photo_948075_silhouette-girls-and-boys-with-bicycle-illustration.html

toddler girl on a scooter in a park in spring day photo