It's weekend here! and one of my early blogs like one year ago was about how I really don't like weekends. I am not sure why, but I guess it is because there feels to be a huge waste of time...I just lie down like a vegetable, no enjoyment, no achievement, no nothing. Actually, this is not totally true, but it is my habitual way of being so cruel to myself. Partially true, though.
Like today, I had a webinar, I fetched some bookds to read, I want to visit my parents, pick my photos for the back cover of the book, fill the application for the kids' Russian passports and cross my fingers so well hoping it will be finalized. Have to do some back office work for a consulting job I do for an NGO. I also want to do some kind of reading list.
I have an obssession problem with mugs and books. I try to resist, but it does not always work. Last week I was in Dubai, and I resisted buying this butterfly painted mug, and the pink rosy one, and one with funny surrealist drawings and the one that had a nice lid on it. I even resisted the other butterfly one, with a butterfly-shaped handle. But I love to buy mugs, they seem to be so individualistic and when you buy one, they reflect you in a way and they are cheerful, too.
Books, is even far worse. I love books. Not reading books only, I love books. I love being in bookstores surrounded by books, I feel at home (I feel this way on planes too). I love touching books and playing with books and flipping through the pages. I love reading them and losing myself in them. The only thing that I do not like is feeling that I want to read them and I do not have time. you see, I keep buying books like crazy! I have like 50 extremely interesting new books that have not yet been read. Sometimes I wish there were some kind of blue tooth between my brain and the book and so all it takes is to hold the book close to my head for 5 minutes and all that interesting information would automatically be mine!
I promised myself not to buy any new books untill I finish (or even discard) the ones I have. But it is so tempting to buy books as tempting as dresses to me. I do the same with dresses. I buy dresses that I do not ever wear. But they look so nice and I look so nice in them that I just have to get them!
Now for books, I have a variety of fields and I am not sure where to start as usual :). There is "Training Design", there is "The Everday Writer", there is "The Top Five Regrets of the Dying" and there is a book about parenting. I guess what I will do, is what I have not done for some long time, Follow my heart and let my fingers move to the book. And right now I wonder "No fun at all in the weekend?" why not go to the movies?
Like today, I had a webinar, I fetched some bookds to read, I want to visit my parents, pick my photos for the back cover of the book, fill the application for the kids' Russian passports and cross my fingers so well hoping it will be finalized. Have to do some back office work for a consulting job I do for an NGO. I also want to do some kind of reading list.
I have an obssession problem with mugs and books. I try to resist, but it does not always work. Last week I was in Dubai, and I resisted buying this butterfly painted mug, and the pink rosy one, and one with funny surrealist drawings and the one that had a nice lid on it. I even resisted the other butterfly one, with a butterfly-shaped handle. But I love to buy mugs, they seem to be so individualistic and when you buy one, they reflect you in a way and they are cheerful, too.
Books, is even far worse. I love books. Not reading books only, I love books. I love being in bookstores surrounded by books, I feel at home (I feel this way on planes too). I love touching books and playing with books and flipping through the pages. I love reading them and losing myself in them. The only thing that I do not like is feeling that I want to read them and I do not have time. you see, I keep buying books like crazy! I have like 50 extremely interesting new books that have not yet been read. Sometimes I wish there were some kind of blue tooth between my brain and the book and so all it takes is to hold the book close to my head for 5 minutes and all that interesting information would automatically be mine!
I promised myself not to buy any new books untill I finish (or even discard) the ones I have. But it is so tempting to buy books as tempting as dresses to me. I do the same with dresses. I buy dresses that I do not ever wear. But they look so nice and I look so nice in them that I just have to get them!
Now for books, I have a variety of fields and I am not sure where to start as usual :). There is "Training Design", there is "The Everday Writer", there is "The Top Five Regrets of the Dying" and there is a book about parenting. I guess what I will do, is what I have not done for some long time, Follow my heart and let my fingers move to the book. And right now I wonder "No fun at all in the weekend?" why not go to the movies?
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