maandag 21 december 2015
zondag 20 december 2015
zaterdag 19 december 2015
Clothes closeup week 3, 5 days until Christmas
December 15
Jumper: Asos
Dress: C&A
Tights: Primark
December 17
Jumper: Asos
Trousers: Second-hand
Shoes: Tamaris
December 18
Jumper: Second-hand
Jeans: Only
Jumper: Asos
Dress: C&A
Tights: Primark
December 17
Jumper: Asos
Trousers: Second-hand
Shoes: Tamaris
December 18
Jumper: Second-hand
Jeans: Only
vrijdag 18 december 2015
Don't look down, 6 days until Christmas
It was Carrie
from itswaypastmybedtime who inspired me to write this post, with this video.
So I’m not in college or university and I do not know if in the future I will. I’m just taking a small course, one that’s teaching me exactly what I wish to learn and need to learn. However, I’ve noticed that some people I come across in life don’t seem to think that is valid. They keep asking me what study I’m going to do, what college, what university I will go to.
For a long while I felt pretty shit about it, guilty and a failure (I had tried, but my anxiety got in the way). I felt that because of this my opinion wasn’t valid or not quite worth as a person. But then I realized that I found a route that is more fitted to me, it might be more of a long way round, but I believe this will end up getting me where I wish to end up. And quite frankly, having a degree in college and university doesn’t mean you can look down on someone who has not (for whatever reason they might have: not enough money, a mental or physical disability, not the way for them or because of some other personal trouble).
So I’m not in college or university and I do not know if in the future I will. I’m just taking a small course, one that’s teaching me exactly what I wish to learn and need to learn. However, I’ve noticed that some people I come across in life don’t seem to think that is valid. They keep asking me what study I’m going to do, what college, what university I will go to.
For a long while I felt pretty shit about it, guilty and a failure (I had tried, but my anxiety got in the way). I felt that because of this my opinion wasn’t valid or not quite worth as a person. But then I realized that I found a route that is more fitted to me, it might be more of a long way round, but I believe this will end up getting me where I wish to end up. And quite frankly, having a degree in college and university doesn’t mean you can look down on someone who has not (for whatever reason they might have: not enough money, a mental or physical disability, not the way for them or because of some other personal trouble).
I find it ridiculous
to look down on someone, whether that is because what study they have done or
not done, skin colour, how much or how little money they have. It’s a mistake.
I have a brother who is autistic and finds it hard to concentrate on books and learning from them and even though he is now 18 years old in years in mind he is only 14 years. This causes him not going to college and people think he’s stupid and think he can’t do much at all or even think people like him would not fit in society. Boy, how wrong are they. Because quite frankly, he is not stupid. He knows a lot, he just learns it a different way. He learns by doing and experiencing. You can in fact have a normal conversation with, unlike what some others think. And it makes me so angry, what gives them the right to think they’re better.
Of course, there are some profession you really should go to college or university, I would trust a surgeon without the right papers to cut me open. But a college or university is not what valid a person, what makes a person worth your while. From life alone you can learn so much and sometimes those people who didn’t go to college and university have great ideas others, who have, might never come up with it.
The only people you may look down on, are people who bring others down, people who have done most terrible things. Because that is what is really stupid.
I have a brother who is autistic and finds it hard to concentrate on books and learning from them and even though he is now 18 years old in years in mind he is only 14 years. This causes him not going to college and people think he’s stupid and think he can’t do much at all or even think people like him would not fit in society. Boy, how wrong are they. Because quite frankly, he is not stupid. He knows a lot, he just learns it a different way. He learns by doing and experiencing. You can in fact have a normal conversation with, unlike what some others think. And it makes me so angry, what gives them the right to think they’re better.
Of course, there are some profession you really should go to college or university, I would trust a surgeon without the right papers to cut me open. But a college or university is not what valid a person, what makes a person worth your while. From life alone you can learn so much and sometimes those people who didn’t go to college and university have great ideas others, who have, might never come up with it.
The only people you may look down on, are people who bring others down, people who have done most terrible things. Because that is what is really stupid.
donderdag 17 december 2015
Our Christmas tree, 7 days until Christmas
This year
we have a wonderful pretty Christmas tree. It’s been a while since we had such
a beauty. There no gaps, where branches need to be. It’s nicely and evenly filled
up. I love this time of year, the room is constantly filled with the amazing
smell Christmas trees tend to bring with them. And then you also have the fun
of decorating it.
woensdag 16 december 2015
London day 4, 8 days until Christmas
Day 4, Thursday 26
November 2015,
It’s the last day, tonight we will fly back to the Netherlands. Today we have planned all the left over thing. Going to Nothing Hill, because there were some scarfs people wanted to buy. Ice skating in the Hyde Park, because last time we had no time to. The days were planned too full. Ice skating was fun, although my feet would tell a different story, but that doesn’t matter because overall I enjoyed it.
Having a proper lunch, there wouldn’t be much time to have a proper dinner tonight. A Burger it is. I decided to have a vegetarian burger, I wasn’t feeling it to eat meat.
I wanted to have a look at the Lush on Oxford street and give the solid lipstick a try, we had a little walk. Then the time was up, we had to go back to our hotel, pick up our suitcases and start our journey back home.
This time we had time to empty our bladders before we had to get on the plane. Although the way back they were stricter, we could bring less fluids than before and had to throw some things away. We were not allowed to have another separate handbag, which definitely caused some panic. I have a bulky camera bag that had to find its way to one of our suitcases.
When we almost fitted all our stuff into the back, we were told that there wasn’t any room for our suitcases anyway and that we could take our handbags out again. Our suitcases would go where the big suitcases always go.
It’s the last day, tonight we will fly back to the Netherlands. Today we have planned all the left over thing. Going to Nothing Hill, because there were some scarfs people wanted to buy. Ice skating in the Hyde Park, because last time we had no time to. The days were planned too full. Ice skating was fun, although my feet would tell a different story, but that doesn’t matter because overall I enjoyed it.
Having a proper lunch, there wouldn’t be much time to have a proper dinner tonight. A Burger it is. I decided to have a vegetarian burger, I wasn’t feeling it to eat meat.
I wanted to have a look at the Lush on Oxford street and give the solid lipstick a try, we had a little walk. Then the time was up, we had to go back to our hotel, pick up our suitcases and start our journey back home.
This time we had time to empty our bladders before we had to get on the plane. Although the way back they were stricter, we could bring less fluids than before and had to throw some things away. We were not allowed to have another separate handbag, which definitely caused some panic. I have a bulky camera bag that had to find its way to one of our suitcases.
When we almost fitted all our stuff into the back, we were told that there wasn’t any room for our suitcases anyway and that we could take our handbags out again. Our suitcases would go where the big suitcases always go.
It was evening so the
flight was in the dark. I love to see the lights from above of both cities.
London has more rounder forms than Amsterdam, in Amsterdam there are a lot more
squares and straight lines.
We land, but our journey is not over yet, we have to drive home still. This time the roads are empty which makes the journey a whole lot faster.
Grandma’s home, we sit and talk a bit about what this trip was like, what we liked the most and have a little snack. But because it’s late, it is time for me to go home. My mom was so kind to pick me up, gladly so I couldn’t bare another night like the first (with no sleep at all). It’s an hour drive and we will not be back until 01:45 am. I’m exhausted but glad to be home where everything is up to size. Everything was small in London, the toilet, the sink, the mirror was too low to see my face and I was too tall for the shower. I had to bend my knees to fit my head under, but I couldn’t bend forward to do the same thing because the shower was too narrow. But here at home, I have all the space I need and clean towels (no hairs are found, not even dog ones and we have a Newfoundlander) and clean floor with no mud stains or anything, no cracks in the walls our poorly painted ceilings as we did in the hotel. I was home had a clean bed waiting for me and very soft pajama pants. It’s funny you feel so much more cleaner when you shower the first time your home after a vacation or trip and how incredibly create the bed feels. No spirals sticking in my back or a pillow so flat you can hardly call it a pillow. I can tell you I never slept so good and didn’t want to leave the bed next morning.
I have enjoyed London incredibly so, even though there were moments my anxiety and OCD took over. And to be honest, I feel proud that I did so well, because before I would go I had my doubts I would make it through these four days. It’s definitely good to leave your comfort zone every now and then and push yourself to do what you are afraid of. It’s only then you will grow and change to be a better and stronger you.
We land, but our journey is not over yet, we have to drive home still. This time the roads are empty which makes the journey a whole lot faster.
Grandma’s home, we sit and talk a bit about what this trip was like, what we liked the most and have a little snack. But because it’s late, it is time for me to go home. My mom was so kind to pick me up, gladly so I couldn’t bare another night like the first (with no sleep at all). It’s an hour drive and we will not be back until 01:45 am. I’m exhausted but glad to be home where everything is up to size. Everything was small in London, the toilet, the sink, the mirror was too low to see my face and I was too tall for the shower. I had to bend my knees to fit my head under, but I couldn’t bend forward to do the same thing because the shower was too narrow. But here at home, I have all the space I need and clean towels (no hairs are found, not even dog ones and we have a Newfoundlander) and clean floor with no mud stains or anything, no cracks in the walls our poorly painted ceilings as we did in the hotel. I was home had a clean bed waiting for me and very soft pajama pants. It’s funny you feel so much more cleaner when you shower the first time your home after a vacation or trip and how incredibly create the bed feels. No spirals sticking in my back or a pillow so flat you can hardly call it a pillow. I can tell you I never slept so good and didn’t want to leave the bed next morning.
I have enjoyed London incredibly so, even though there were moments my anxiety and OCD took over. And to be honest, I feel proud that I did so well, because before I would go I had my doubts I would make it through these four days. It’s definitely good to leave your comfort zone every now and then and push yourself to do what you are afraid of. It’s only then you will grow and change to be a better and stronger you.
dinsdag 15 december 2015
Driving fun?, 9 days until Christmas
I know there are
many people who love to drive, who find it something fun and relaxing. I’m just
not one of them. It might be because my wandering mind that isn’t allowed to
wander when driving. Perhaps it’s responsibility or the possibility an accident
might happen. I just do not feel confident behind the wheel. I did when the
driversintructer was still next to me and had a break himself, so he could take
control if it was needed.
When I was still learning and had a lesson every week, my driversintructer (especially in the beginning) told me he was worried about me not always a 100% there. Of course I wasn’t, Daydreaming was and still is something I did when I sat in a car staring out the window. Obviously this habit was something that needed to be gone when I am sitting behind the wheel. But it still doesn’t come or feels natural not to do and adds quite a bit of extra stress, as I need to tell myself constantly I need to focus and that my mind should not wander. Another is that I find myself often that the car isn’t doing exactly what I wish to do. But perhaps this all will get better if I start to drive more often and get used to be behind the wheel. It was last October last year I passed my drivers exam, but the times I have driven can probably be counted on both hands.
When I was still learning and had a lesson every week, my driversintructer (especially in the beginning) told me he was worried about me not always a 100% there. Of course I wasn’t, Daydreaming was and still is something I did when I sat in a car staring out the window. Obviously this habit was something that needed to be gone when I am sitting behind the wheel. But it still doesn’t come or feels natural not to do and adds quite a bit of extra stress, as I need to tell myself constantly I need to focus and that my mind should not wander. Another is that I find myself often that the car isn’t doing exactly what I wish to do. But perhaps this all will get better if I start to drive more often and get used to be behind the wheel. It was last October last year I passed my drivers exam, but the times I have driven can probably be counted on both hands.
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