Bored of Irish girls

Good morning,

You say that you're bored of Irish girls. Well, I am not Irish and I am quite different compared to the Irish girls.

I wear little make-up, I like comfortable and at the same time well-combined clothes. I can dress up as a tomboy, but I can be stylish when necessary. I can walk on high heels :)

I read books and I can cook. I prefer home-made food than stuffing myself with sandwiches or curry/pizza all the time.

A friend recently called me a Renaissance woman, because of my interest and love for archery. (I've been delaying it and still have to find a club to continue practicing that lovely sport, though).

I listen to rock music and love going to rock concerts, but at the same time I can dance salsa and merengue and I adore argentine tango. I truly enjoy classical music, too. And a few years back a friend taught me to appreciate jazz.

I enjoy a day out - it could be hiking in the mountains and breathing the fresh air there, or a long walk along the sea and enjoying the melody of the waves.
Or it could be a day in town - sightseeing and exploring or just observing life.

I can walk and spot the reflection of the clouded sun after the rain in a puddle and stop and take a photo. Oh, yes, I adore photography, though I hate the post-processing part.

I can see details that most people miss and when I do if I indicate that I've spotted them others may get annoyed at me for spotting something they've tried to hide.
I am good at sensing the real emotion and what has not been said. I try to switch off that skill from time to time not to bother people too much.

I love to observe. I love to participate when I like the idea.

I am an introvert, but you should know what to look for to notice that as I can be smiley and bubbly and say nothing at the same time ;)

I can be boring and fussy and demanding because I know what I want (most of the time) and half-solutions don't work for me.

I've always been a night owl, despite the fact that I have to get up early for work.

One thing for sure is that I've never been simple and I've always kept on developing myself.

So, what is the verdict? Are you still interested? Or would you prefer someone less complicated? ;)

Have a nice Tuesday

How many times

Indian differences

Good morning,

You did sound judgemental and sour - this is the first difference between us. The second is our age - if you are really only 26, then I am 12 years older than you, which means more experience as a start and judgement from the families on both sides as the next step.

Mine will accept at a point the choices I make. I am not sure that yours ever will.

Yes, age is a number, but sometimes numbers matter a lot. 

A long-term relationship is not based on "I want a long-term relationship". It is based on communication and balance. Last night you proved that you haven't learned to accept "no" as an answer or to listen to the other side. 

I read all the time - both fiction and non-fiction. What was the last book that you read and when?

I did something new for the first time on Sunday - when was the last time you did something new? And I can add - how many new things have you done recently?

You have written that you are agnostic. Well, I am Orthodox Christian, raised in a secular state, but it appeared that I know more about the Indian culture and some traditions than the Indian engineer I dated. 

I am not religious, but I am spiritual and I have already had arguments with another former boyfriend about it. Can you accept it and respect my choice to continue educating and developing in that sphere?

I listen to rock music and go to live rock concerts. Can you accept that? Would you join me?

I love to tango and I need a partner for it. Can you dance?

I'll stop here.

Based on what I've written above - how many similarities and how many differences have you found? How do you intend to cope with and balance the differences? Are you ready to do it???

Have a nice Wednesday

Back in Dublin (Amazing)

New week, new resolutions. Or not...?

I’m slowly waking up – it’s still dark outside. I listen to the outside noises and enjoy being cuddled under the sheets. Is it time to get up yet? Nah, stay 5 more minutes. Enjoy the slow morning. THINK!
Think of what’s to come and what has passed. Enjoy the quiet time.

The light slowly starts to push through the clouds. A new day is coming. At that time yesterday it was a full blown day – it was still cloudy, but the city was wide awake. It was a different country, a different time zone, even a different latitude.
Today I’m up north. It’s only one-hour time difference, but the change is visible.
There - it was day-light, here - it’s still dusk. There – there was snow, here – there are just bare tree branches through the window and some remaining dampness on the sidewalks.

Daylight finally filters through the semi-pulled curtains. It’s time to kick-start the day. Shower, breakfast, and the to-do list.
Five more minutes in bed – check your e-mails, take a sneak peek at your FB feed, see what else is lined up for your attention. Ah, something new from Peter Hollens, a pile of videos actually. Yet, what attracts my attention are the lyrics in a medley: “…you’re amazing, just the way you are”.

A perfect line to start the day.

Happy Wednesday.

NY Resolution

One of my BFF's has been pushing me to start writing. I've always said that it's not my cup of tea. I don't mind telling stories, sharing impressions and photos, but writing... it's always been pain in the as*s. 

Even at school I always preferred oral to written exams. 

But she kept repeating that I'm good with words.

On the other hand what you write stays. It may reach audiences you haven't intended it for... and I hate sharing. LOL. Yep, my introverted Scorpio soul doesn't want to show up and show off. She prefers to be the grey general behind the chair. But my Leo rising sign tries to push trough and to lead, to show off. 

So here I am.

I've always been the soul speaker for my friends, but most of the time they didn't know what was happening in my own soul. I was the listener, the adviser, the supporter, the friend in need. I remember my other BFF calling me round 10 pm one eve, being totally pissed off and her line a while later - "I knew I had to call you, that you'd understand. I feel much better now. Thank you."

Well, this is about to change. I've had this blog page for years, but as you see there aren't many posts here. From now on, there will be. 

I take it as a personal challenge for this year. To write more. To share more. To enjoy doing it. To find more inspiration in writing and to embrace it. 

So, hello world. I'm coming. 

Some posts may be long. Others short. Or just an inspirational thought I've seen somewhere. I'll try to add something every day... and catch up with the impressions from the last couple of months. So don't be surprised if you spot backdated posts.

I'll also keep my other blog. The poetry one. Yep, D, you didn't know about it, did you? My poetic muse ran away somewhere, but I do hope it will come back to me this year. 

This is my NY resolution - to live more consciously, to enjoy life more and to write about the things that have attracted my attention.

Thank you D for being a BFF and for pushing me out of my comfort zone. I miss you.