Those dark days

You know those days where nothing seems worth the effort?

What is the point of getting up in the morning?

What is the point of hoping to find love?

What is the point of eating healthy?

Why not just continue eating chocolate and drinking soft drinks?

Why bother about how the house looks?

Why bother striving for a healthy body and working out?

 

I know. It won’t take too long before I bounce back up there, but sometimes….

And mine aren’t really all that dark; compared to some mine are just kind of ….. murky. Not even depressed, just feeling oh, so sorry for myself.

Jeez, girl, get a grip.

Here’s to bouncing back and strapping on that mask.

 

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Depresjon

Yoga Challenge

After a summer of not really being able to move around a lot, because of an inflammation to my plantar fascia, it is now time to get back in the groove of things.

Surf youtube, I did.

I follow a few yogis on Instagram and Facebook, but none that really got me hooked. Until I stumbled upon Erin Motz. The Bad Yogi.

She is very relaxed about the whole thing, explains the poses, and most importantly for a beginner, doesn’t hold them too long ;-)

And as the eager beaver that I am I have signed up for The Official 2014 Yoga Challenge and I also follow the 30 day yoga challenge on youtube.

But oh, these people make it seem so easy. Take the double pigeon pose, for instance. Good grief…. But what can you do, other than laugh and hope things get better. One positive that I have noticed just over the past few days: my downward facing dog is getting better. Yey…

Sign up for the challenge here:

http://erinmotz.com/challenge/10575187_683197335107781_2384279899615663155_o

I do try, really

Or, at least I have every intention of trying.

To be more outgoing. To socialize more.

But what’s a girl to do.

Scenario 1: invited to a party where I know some, and don’t know some. So, do I introduce myself or not? If I feel outgoing, yes. If not? I have all the friends I need, not interested in meeting new people, I just tend to ignore them at that stage; maybe I’ll talk to them later.

Scenario 2: my ex’s (also father of my children) latest girlfriend. This can be pretty tricky. He is an ex for a reason. I have no further interest in him, WHAT SO EVER. But apparently I still have to feign some sort of compassion/interest due to the kids. But do I have to strike up a conversation with his latest, just because we happen to be standing in the same vicinity? I mean, this is not a person of my choosing. She will never become part of my circle.

Scenario 3: a conversation including several people/friends (I know, how can this be awkward?). Topics are discussed, and sometimes I actually do have something to say on the matter, but I hesitate to butt in with my 5 cents, and -poof- the moment’s gone. They’ve moved on to another topic. And, yet again, I sit there like a wax doll. Silent. Uncontributing.

Scenario 4: I meet someone new :-), like them, would like to talk more, but ……what to talk about? Temporary braindeath. The strange thing is: practically all my friends are the very outgoing type. They strike up conversations with anyone, anywhere, getting lots of attention. Me? Wallflower material.

Anyway.

So, in the first 2 cases, am I just being rude? Giving in to my introvert self? And, in that case, is that such a bad thing? Third scenario: believe in myself and my opinions, my thoughts are just as valuable as anyone elses. Scenario 4: the weather, the latest movie, his clothes. Anything goes, according to a girlfriend. There’s no need to be so effing profound the first time you talk to someone!!!

Introvert AND low selfesteem. Now there’s a killer combo if ever there was one.

I guess it all boils down to try, try again.

Aruban favourites

From my holiday on Aruba, February 2014.

Good morning, Aruba :-)
Good morning, Aruba :-) 
And an amazing sunset
And an amazing sunset

 

Rodger's Beach
Rodger’s Beach
Old vs new
Old vs new
Cocktails on the pier
Cocktails on the pier

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From the Light Parade
From the Light Parade
This gives me a feeling of 'Picnic at Hanging Rock'
This gives me a feeling of ‘Picnic at Hanging Rock’

 

Watersports
Watersports
The locals in action
The locals in action
Nothing beats the feeling of sand between your toes
Nothing beats the feeling of sand between your toes
So many lovely sunsets
So many lovely sunsets
Keep Aruba clean.
Keep Aruba clean.
The rugged coast
The rugged coast
Carnevaaaaal!!!!
Carnevaaaaal!!!!
Flora of Aruba
Flora of Aruba
Tourbus
Tourbus
Foogle 'aruba' and images, this is pretty much the first photo you'll get.
Google ‘aruba’ and images, this is pretty much the first photo you’ll get.
Aruba, a wind powered nation.
Aruba, a wind powered nation.
The prison of Aruba
The prison of Aruba
Early morning at the beach
Early morning at the beach
Sunrise over Bachellors Beach
Sunrise over bachelors Beach

 

Beach shacks
Beach shacks
View from our 'home' in Savaneta
View from our ‘home’ in Savaneta

Public nudity

I live in Southern Norway. So I guess we have the warmest, sunniest weather in the country.

image  Maybe it’s only to be expected that people get confused about where they are. Beach vs town, I mean. Or maybe they’re walking around dazed by the heat?

image  I work in a garden centre. There, again, you might find an excuse, maybe we are deemed a less formal type of shop, re the ‘garden’ connection. image   My point here is: why on earth would you walk around the shops HALF NAKED? Really? image

 

 

 

Guys, please, put a shirt on. Doesn’t matter what you look like. Old and saging. Young and muscular. Hairy. Smooth. I don’t care. But I would definitely appreciate not looking up from a customers trolley to find myself face to face with a pair of hairy, or not-so-hairy, nipples. image

 

 

 

 

Is the time of common decency really over? I mean, there is a time and place for everything, right?

 

 

 

 

I am one of the first to admit I willingly go to nudie beaches. I have no problem with that. Just not in the shops. Keep it at the beach, please.

Hmmm… I am just realising…. I might just have had an ulterior motive for writing this particular blog.

 

 

 

 

Oh well….enjoy, ladies. ;-)

The (dreaded?) HUG

Oh my, how things change. In my day, friends simply did not hug. Nowadays? Hugs galore.

But what is a hug and how does one give a decent hug?

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/hug -

To clasp or hold closely, especially in the arms, as in affection; embrace.

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/hug -
to put your arms around someone especially as a way of showing love or friendship. : to hold (something) tightly with your arms. : to stay close to ( something).

so, closely and tightly seem to be how it’s done. Cheek-only contact doesn’t qualify as a hug.

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http://m.wikihow.com/Hug

This gives some insight in to what I consider acceptable hugging.

Also, I have an ex-colleague who gave me the following hug-instructions:

* feet hip-width apart, bending slightly at the knees

* pull the hugee in, knees between thighs, and get full frontal contact. ( meaning knee to ear full-frontal)

* arms can mainly go wherever they feel comfortable; neck or waist.

* lean in and settle down for a lengthy hug, relax into it.

 

and for the record, he did give a very decent and comfortable hug. M-m-mmmm……

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Now. The way youngsters, and many other Norwegians hug is simply by the cheek to cheek method, with a quick pat on the back thrown in for good measure. I’m not a fan. As established above: a hug is a tight and close encounter, i.e. Full frontal contact

There are now 5-five people I feel comfortable giving a hug, and then I mean a PROPER hug. My grandson, my 3 kids, and one girlfriend.

Whether or not I hug you does not stand in reference as to how well we know each other or if I like you or not.

Do NOT mistake my resistance to hugging as a sign of intimacy issues. I can be pretty darned intimate and affectionate, but preferably on my terms and not in the middle of the friggin’ street!!

Oh, by the way, hugging me, without asking, even though you might know how uncomfortable I am with it, isn’t that just the teeniest bit rude?

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