We are the miracle

is what a group of my schoolmates once wrote with chalk on the main road. They thought it was a nice way of showing their love to their fellow students and the inhabitants of the little village where the school is located. The teachers, on the other hand, did not appreciate their colorful piece of art very much. In fact, I think my schoolmates were even punished for being so impulsive and for damaging public property. I don't believe in miracles, but I do believe that it's up to us to make the world a better place. I am still wondering what my part in all this is and I am increasingly convinced that my time is yet to come. Nevertheless, I am extremely grateful to (have) be(en) part of this amazing world. 7 years ago (yes, 7 already!) I entered the UWC world as a (young, stubborn, nerdy, self-conscious and yet extremely sociable, passionate and crazy) student, in a fortnight I'll go back and be "on the other side", helping to select new students who are passionate, stubborn and crazy just like me.

If you are wondering what it's like, have a look at: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-uwc-spirit-the-first-documentary-about-the-united-world-colleges-movement#home

I was made for sunny days (optimism is back :)

Today I woke up and was pleasantly surprised by the nice weather outside. The sun is shining, birds are singing and a bbq is awaiting :) Funnily enough, my very first thought when I opened my eyes was: "Hang on, when will I manage to go for a run today?" All my muscles are sore from yesterday's workout (and my right cheekbone is bruised) but I cannot wait to get tired again.  Funny how these things work. I am normally a lazy arse and yet...it's addictive!

Happy running to the runners out there, happy liberation day to everyone celebrating and happy Friday to the rest of you :)

It's about time...(caution: pessimistic content)

... I wrote a post
... I realised perfectionism kills
... I accepted criticism.

I have been trying really hard lately. I am really, really, really trying to be positive, efficient, grateful and open (as well as tidy, friendly, fit, understanding, smiling...). I also make my best to accept other people's choices/habits/opinions...but when I am told that something I did was very bad without being given an explanation...well...it hurts. It's as if all my positivity left me all of a sudden. I know that "It happens.", "You did your best.", "It's not the end of the world.""It might not even be true!" I  k-n-o-w! I also know I should not take things that personally and start doubting myself because I got criticised. I mean, honestly, do I think that everyone is always going to think I am great, brilliant, amazing, really good at what I do? Well, no! I know that! And that's not what hurts the most. The most painful bit is not being able to deal with it without feeling completely ****!

Time to focus and keep going... Hopefully my hurt pride will take less time to heal than it did the time before. And it will be less painful every time. Fingers crossed!