Waking up to the distanced drilling from the construction workers a few stories down. The sun is in full force, it's 8.30am and the smell of freshly baked bread is filling the entire hallway as I make my way down the wooden stairs. I head outside, linger on the steps outside the door while the construction worker on the ground yells something in portuguese to the men further up to stop drilling as I need to pass by. He is moisty and dusty, and fires a modest smile while I thank him and take a few steps over the paint buckets, and stroll down the street. When coming back, I'll make myself that smoothie, I'm thinking to myself and turn on Good Life on the ipod.
She will also make a fresh smoothie. And it will be grand.
They said: I cannot believe she got that job, it's awful!
I said: Why waste your energy on her then? Put it on stuff you like instead.
And then I was crowned the person with the best attitude, for my hippie approach, when I was just sitting on my chair wishing that way of thinking would be something natural, and not an exception. I couldn't help but thinking about Sweden, it's much too usual from what I've unfortunately experienced when someone's exceptionally happy or has a smile on their face a little bit too wide than socially normal, people ask what happened. Why does something need to happen in order for people to be happy? I have encountered few, if even that, life lovers. People that genuinely love life, every day. You don't have to be outrageously happy every day, but when something bad happens recognize that life is great overall, and that this is just a slight set-back that will be irrelevant in 5 minutes. Don't ever spend more than 5 minutes on something randomly bad that just happened. After 5minutes you've had time to freak out, calm down, find a "solution" and gotten back on your positive way of thinking. All else is unnecessary waste of your own energy. And besides that, you know what?
Think about that next time you think.
The thought kinda hit me right there over the peach/mango tea, why are people stuck in the ”life is boring”-mentality? Since I moved here I've seen much less of that, which I chose to sum up in the fine conclusion that this is mainly applicable to the country up north. I've experienced enough people up there with this attitude to be able to make a SLIGHT generalization. Why are mondays horrible when they should be awesome for a new week has started? Why are weekends considered better than week days? Why is it nicer to be off work than working? Why do people tend to party their asses off every weekend as if they celebrate being ”free” for a bit? Why is there so disturbingly much focus on shopping and getting more without any form of appreciation for what you already have? Why does it seem like people live for the special moments and not the beauty of the everyday life? Why do people tend to get sad and down when they come back from a vacation, and not happy they've experienced something new? Why is a vacation even better than the normal life?
Why don't people appreciate the everyday life?! If you can't stand mondays, change your life. You're not stuck in your own life, you have a choice, make your life exciting and fun. It makes me sad when people complain about stuff that can be changed, because it means they haven't realized the wonderfulness of the simple things in life. You should wake up with a smile, grateful you even have the opportunity to do so. Honestly, please open your eyes and realize what you have, if you're not happy with your life; change it.
Lazy doggy in Portuguese summer heat
Where I'll spend the majority of my day working
One might say that makes a perfect Saturday.
Glancing on flights to Sweden, if I wouldn't have been brain-numbingly sleepy I would have peed my pants with excitement. I'm peeing my pants with excitement on the inside? This day will be sweet and calm, rainy and not as fast-paced as yesterday. Yesterday required a crash helmet, today requires uggs. And I will be nom-noming on digestives all day (or digestibes as mexian Bearize would've said) while telling England that they need to scan all of their household purchases.
Don't forget to love people today kids, and eat your broccoli!
With a few beezes through the window, break-time is over and I'll lock myself in my bubble for a few hours of creativity. Love
I love my life because I chose to leave what I didn't love. Pretty please open your eyes and think about what you love. . . and then work your way towards it. As simple as that.
(the sweatiest lady in town)
. . . . and I just realized I ate the last piece of chocolate without even noticing, and slightly regret not enjoying it. It's ok, I'll get another one tomorrow.
See you in the AM.