Magic...

 ...is something you make. Let this sentence be something instead standard Merry Christmas and Happy New Year wishes from me. Make magic every time you feel like it :) And the kind of magic that you need for the moment. Your magic is in your hands. And head. And heart. And all around you :)

Scroll you!

 I woke up one morning way before my alarm clock. My thoughts were spinning around my brain and I couldn't stop them or at least slow them down. I wasn't awake nor sleeping, in that weird state of consciousness when you're not sure it's for real. It felt like my brain was a facebook wall and I was blankly scrolling it down, through random, mostly useless images, sentences, information. 

 Trust me, waking up from overabundance of brain impulses can be as scary as nightmare. For the first time I got scared that my brain has a separate life and I cannot control it. Or did I overstimulated it? How different it is to read a book, when you have to focus; while scrolling down your facebook/web pages/pinterest/etc. you constantly distract yourself.

 I'm longing for some high quality moment with good literature, and guess what... I'm sharing this with you where...on the internet!

Is lazy crazy?

 What's more crazy- being lazy or being busy? Or maybe both those states are pretty normal? Lately I felt the need to watch again "Eat, pray, love", especially the Italian part (more "Italian" posts coming soon and you will find out why). One of the Italians in the movie laughed at Americans and pointed out that they do not know how to rest/be lazy/enjoy their free time. They work hard all week just to sit in front of tv all weekend. Brrr, that sounds too awfully familiar! I'm blushing and feeling ashamed, because even though I don't have tv, I do spent most of my free time in front of my laptop.

 I'm to-do-lists maniac. Sometimes this method does magic, but pretty often it's just a proof of how much I could have done while I did...nothing. So I decided this weekend to be super lazy. I crossed out all the 2-do points in my agenda, no plans, no time frames, no scheduled meetings, no great plans. And guess what... I ironed the pile of clothes waiting for their meeting with iron for almost 2 weeks and I finally tried out that bookmarked recipe for chocolate soufflé. And it was a pleasure, not duty. And I want more! And it makes me feel rested! Where's the logic here? :)