Truth

There was once a girl who never lied. She was honest, trustworthy and reliable. Until, one day, she lied. And no one could tell.

Sometimes, the heaviest burden is within yourself. And you are your most drastic critic. Your most fierceful opponent. You have an immense power to put yourself down.

Truth.. that was the name of the girl who never lied. Well, it was not her real name – but everyone thought it fits her perfectly, because she was so surprisingly honest, with everything.

The day I was telling you about was a sunny and normal day. Someone asked her candidly:

– Did I ever hurt you?

And she said “yes”. Even though Truth knew her friend didn’t hurt her on purpose. Truth had a wound in her heart, she didn’t really know from where or when – but it was there, and it was growing.

And she lied to her friend. Or maybe she didn’t lie. Because, only Truth knew how that wound felt like and only she could imagine how did it start. But nevertheless, she never intended to hurt her friend. Or maybe she did, so that her friend would feel a little bit of the wound.

However, she shouldn’t have.

And Truth felt so immensely bad afterwards. Because words slip from us, and many times they are heavier that we hope for, and last longer than predicted, and hit harder than we want. And Truth should have known that: she loved words.

Being human is to live such moments. To have contradictions in yourself, to be truthful and lying, and not to feel lost in between. Because this is what works in progress mean. And humans are works in progress, that mistakenly think they are finished.

A mom called Claudia

Claudia is a young mom – she fell in love when she was twenty-something, and without even realising she turned into a wife. Quite the wife that one would imagine: that cooks, and washes, and takes care of the house. Of course (because these things are clear when thinking about a classical story), shortly after the wedding she became pregnant. Her story was what everyone would expect it to be.

She stoped working as a hair dresser at the saloon, because her daughter needed her close by. Erika, her daughter, became the most important person, as well as duty. Claudia would cook for her, teach her all things, sing to her – just took care.

After three years, when Erika was big enough to attend a day care, Claudia decided to start working again. Mostly, because she needed the money. But Erika also needed her. So Claudia took hair dressing appointments in her apartment. Erika would sleep in the next room, while Claudia would cut, trim, and fix hairs for all her clients. She would always pay attention if her daughter woke up, or asked for something.

One day though, Erika did not want to sleep when she was supposed to – that is, in the same time that Claudia had a client. So the little girl decided to assist her mother. Claudia gave her a coloring book, and a pack of biscuits to keep her busy.

Erika was paying a lot of attention to the book – so much, that she dropped one pencil on the floor, in front of her. She could get it, but as with all little children, she could not yet understand how independent she really was. So she asked for her mother, who was cutting hair just two meters away.

And Claudia heard her. She stopped cutting hair, took the pencil from the floor, and gave it to Erika. And that was all.

And this is all there is to the story. Just a strong mother, who juggled work and family, and had a hard time doing both. Especially both at the same time. But she did it.

The girl who took care of herself

Let’s call this girl Dana.

Let’s also say that her birthday happened recently, in a year when a nasty virus rumbled around.

Third, let’s assume she caught it – or the virus caught her, however you want to put it. And for her birthday, she received a lot of energy from all her friends who called her, messaged her or simply thought about her.

But the following day, she woke up with a weird, strong, and frightening pain all over her body. Her bones and muscles never hurt before, the way they did now. It was as if her body suddenly gained 50kg more, and it the same time her bones lost half of their structure – the painful way. The worst part about this virus, though, was that it kept everyone at a distance. No one could enter her room, no one could help her.

So she got up and made fire in the fireplace, so her room got warm after a while. And then, she forced herself to eat, and drink a lot of water (because she always believes that drinking water will save her from everything). Then, she answered a few calls of friends, and assured them that everything is ok. And afterwards, she tried to tame her own demons who were suggesting she might become “one more number” on the virus’ list.

She took care of herself. Held her own hand, cared for her body, listened to her emotions, took a stand when she had to.

She received the most important birthday gift: the feeling of being complete.

A girl called Second

There was once a family which had two daughters: Maria and Second. Second’s name was predestined – she was always second in her play, at competitions, at school.

As a child, it was her biggest wish to be the first one. Just once.

But no matter how hard she tried, she never succeeded to be the first in anything.

It is very hard to be the second one. Sometimes, she was really very close to be the first – but then she had a tummy problem, or she received a bad news and couldn’t perform as good. Most of the time, she fought harder and worked harder than the person on the first place. But people are many times blind for these situations. They only care who takes home the biggest prize. Who is so deserving to be on the first place. They are unaware that circumstances change, and affect one’s performance. However, Second didn’t consider herself unlucky. She just had to work harder, and maybe.. next time..

Years went on and on, and Second never finished on the first place. But as years went on and on, she grew stronger and stronger, more confident. She started to see more around her. For example, she saw how much attention the first place always received, and how much pressure it endured. She saw that people always had an opinion about the person on the first place, but rarely one about her. And Second liked that – it meant she was free to be whoever she wanted.

Second place brought her autonomy, and independence. She loved her name.

The chameleon girl

There was once a little girl with an incredible power.

She could feel what everyone else felt. She easily coloured herself in the same nuances as people around her. Sometimes, even in the same nuances as houses, or trees, or dogs. She gathered energy, happiness and power from very authentic people.

And so, everyone called her Colora.

And everyone loved to be around her. She balanced the colours, in such a way that magnified the positives, and reduces the negatives. When her sister was red, Colora made this red brighter, more luminous, better. Both sister were happy, joyful and ready to face the world.

But, as everything amazing comes with two sides, Colora also took on her the dark, bad times which people were having. When her best friend was dark blue, she turned into darker blue – and felt powerless to help Victor. She had no more strength to lift him up, she barely had strength for herself.

Incredible people are often not aware that they are incredible. Incredible people often do not see the effect that they have on others.

Colora did not see that, as she turned into dark blue, Victor turned into pale blue. But she was a chameleon girl and in time, she learned to take care of herself. She chose to visit the trees whenever she was dark blue – so she would turn green. Or visit the houses, when she was too red – so she would turn yellow. Or the dogs. The cherries. The sky. The water.

Incredible people have incredible powers.

And you? In which way are you incredible?

Welcome, challenges of 2021!

Today is my birthday.
Well, right now, as I am writing this, it’s still the 11th of January – but I have already decided, since a couple of years, to celebrate my birthday for three days. So it can start now.

With 2021, this blog will also receive a fresh start.

Last year I only wrote a post – and this made me wonder. Maybe I would like to write about something else. So I will.

This blog will be in English, so more of my friends can read it.

It will also change focus – will be about the stories I encounter, small and big. Because I love writing, and I would mostly like to write about people’s stories.

My challenge for myself is to write often, hopefully daily, one story. It helps me, and maybe people will like it. But mostly, I do it for myself.

Tomorrow it starts. It’s a 365 days challenge, with a twist.

Ce-i nou în 2020. Tehnologia

Citesc zilele astea o ediție specială a revistei „Wired”: The World in 2020. Revista asta este recunoscută la nivel mondial pentru calitatea articolelor sale, pentru subiectele de actualitate pe care le abordează și pentru obiectivismul cu care scriu autorii. Atunci când am găsit ediția asta specială într-un aeroport, m-am entuziasmat pe loc. Știam că o să aflu multe lucruri interesante despre anul care începe – și, dacă ești pregătit din timp, poți reacționa mai ușor la schimbări și poți anticipa mișcări astfel încât să te ajute. Ce am aflat, deci? Continuă să citești Ce-i nou în 2020. Tehnologia

Despre ce vorbim, când spunem “outdoor education”

Nu știu dacă știați despre mine ce mult îmi place educația outdoor. Și limba engleză 😉

(dar și limba română, că tot povestim despre asta)

E un fel de nepotriveală între entuziasmul pe care îl am pentru educația outdoor și înclinația mea de a petrece mult timp în casă – în mod ideal, cu un film fain sau o carte bună. Și totuși, amândouă îmi aparțin.

Continuă să citești Despre ce vorbim, când spunem “outdoor education”

Voi când faceți 18 ani?

Metaforic vorbind, un centru local face 18 ani atunci când devine filială – adică, atunci când are personalitate juridică proprie.

Sunt câteva condiții pe care CL trebuie să le îndeplinească, înainte de a deveni filială (condiții pe care eu le văd schimbate și relaxate, pe termen mediu) – dar există multe grupuri de cercetași din toată țara care îndeplinesc aceste condiții și care (încă) nu se gândesc serios la PJ. Continuă să citești Voi când faceți 18 ani?