I've spent a week dealing with some sort of cold. Then just before it was over, I got infected again.
My Steps And Where I Put Them
My Personal Musings. PERSONAL. I am not an educator/advocate/medical professional. I am not a business person (YET). I am also not an entertainer but take it at you will.
Annoyance in Illness
When it's too hot...
... We stay indoors, eat something cold...
I used not to worry about this. Stupid aging.
Enjoying Out
Summer is here from where I'm...
Yes, your typical go play in the water under the hot weather
The Quiet Week
I prefer to call it The Quiet Week as opposed to Holy Week
I'm not specifically raised a Christian. And I'm not a devout Catholic.Yet I do get what that meant somehow.It feels like a tiny yet a bright spark than a hole in my chest. I knew and 'have' this as a child.It's not hollow. There's nothing to be 'filled' in there.There's nothing for me to 'accept' to fill it whole -- so there's no saviour for me to accept, there's no god for me to beg and satisfy it.It is not derived from a person. It has no face, it has no name, it has no audible voice that I can imagine from it. Just light.It's a subjective feeling and a somewhat knowing to me. Whatever this is, it's the very reason why I never, ever felt lonely...Some can relate and understand, some cannot.And projecting anything towards it would 'spoil' it.And whatever it is, I do not worship it. I do not glorify it. I do not 'condemn' those who "don't have it".It is wordless. It's more of a belief concept than whatever I picked up. It's not 'godly' in a sense of how most gods are portrayed.It felt more like a really, really dear friend who will never judge you, or how a loving parent should feel like yet without the demanding and uneven dynamic between a traditional parent and a child, or this childhood thing that you love so much that you'd trust all your secrets to it.It whispers of good things.Forgiveness, true empathy, humbleness, emotional resolve and courage, prosocial ideas, sometimes wisdom, etc...Things any child should be exposed of and safely express. Things that no one taught or often shown me in this physical existence.Not my family, not school... No one. Any attempts just confuses me.The longer I acknowledge this feeling, the calmer and safer everything felt...Yet like most humans with an ego, I do not listen to it. Or even 'hear' it all the time.Because it's silly. Or irrational.And getting caught up with this world existing with the thoughts and feelings, along with the stress and the environmental distractions left me not much room or time for it.Not this... Ritual and projections or whatever. That even feels rigid and demanding.No one explicitly taught me this. Especially as a child when sermons and lectures are just noises.Going to the church won't let me access this light. Going to a sermon won't give me time and processing.I get better luck with meditation and reminders.So yeah.I do sort of have a 'relationship' with this feeling, if one calls it that. It's neutral at worst. And because of stupid EF issues, sometimes I just forget it exists.It always exists in this all encompassing background.The same way I have a serious hate relationship with my sympathetic nervous system for dragging my development down, for it's inability to regulate and whenever it's triggered an unwanted memory at the wrong time and place.Anyways.I don't read the Bible.Partially because my verbal abilities are that bad and a lot of sayings just confuses the heck out of me.Partially I do not trust the popular translations in English. And I basically understand nothing when it's translated to my native language.Really, 'commandments'? And not well, 'sayings'?I'll consider reading if there's a more faithful translation that can actually translate the ancient contexts.Not agendas about how women are inferior or how humans should be obedient and submit to whatever.Feeling or not...I'm just not drawn to most ways religions are taking itself a bit too seriously.
Might be why I know how to compose a living breathing prayer. But that's another post in another time.
I don't have a particular opinion over the Holy Week in my country. Nothing about the story of Jesus and how he died and resurrected. Nothing about other people reenacting his last moments as said by the bible, or if it's becoming more secular or not...
It's just another ritual to me. Like how I have to watch a foreign custom and 'respect' it by mimicking behaviors or ask some itinerary of whatever holiday.
In any other case;
Enjoy Quiet Week of this country.
Nails. Fingernails.
I was trying to change it's shape. Because it's usually a mix of squared and rounded.
One of the few habits I'm able to retain and do every week is to give myself a manicure and pedicure.
I do it myself. I know it's a bit costly to spend something that may not last for 2 weeks. So I have my own set...
Not clumsy enough to mess it up, usually...
Only painted with natural colored nail polish.
Then one day I looked at my nails for a moment. My toes especially -- I observed that the shapes are not as consistent.
That my nails are actually very short.
That I still retain the lengths relatively from my childhood.
I used to bite my nails as a child, but I forgot how I dropped the habit. Maybe it was replaced.
I also used to impulsively pick off nail polish. Then suddenly I don't after years of never wearing any nail polish.
I used to not make it any more elaborate until I find how to make nail polish stay a bit long... Or at least less prone to breaking off. Now I apply at least 2 thin layers.
I used to just... Cut my nails every week or so. And it's usually too short.
Reminds me of those 'it's late for me to realize this stupid habit but better late but never thing' -- like how I kept cleaning plates of servings past comfort but that's another story for another day...
Then, realizing how short it is -- that it made cutting and cleaning difficult.
That some shapes would make my finger nails prone to ingrown nails.
I wouldn't want that.
I want to make it consistent so I did.
Let the nails grew a bit until I can shape it up.
And I sort of did. At least with my hands first -- my feet would come later.
Instead of 'roundish', I made it a bit 'squarish'.
And it looked a bit awkward. Because of the visible thing where you can see dusts or whatever underneath those nails.
I may need a neutral, skin tone matched nail polish color instead of natural transparent ones soon.
It's not like I'm obsessed with nail polish.
My mom used to -- sort of. And it used to be her mini livelihood.
... Also remembered that apparently, I'm the only one who can apply nail polish to my former boss without tickling her.
... Also those painful procedures that involves picking off flesh and potentially let it bleed... Well, I'm NOT at that level. Again, I'm not a professional.
... Also that I recall that I only ever paid for manicure and pedicure once.
How silly to mention that -- though, still, if I'm going to spend like 2USD equivalent every other week, that would be going to the gym. Whatever gym related topic I have in mind now is another topic for another day...
Also I've yet to try making a habit on filing my nails.
Also I've yet to accustom with my fingernail shape whenever I scratch my head or just scratch overall.
I don't want mine long.
And I don't want the less convenient nail shape.
But it is still feels awkward. Underneath the nails was this roundish shape internal skin thing -- while the nails itself are squarish. It just feels weird.
The less closer to cut over the skin might be vulnerable to bending and I don't like it.
And I scratch a lot. My head especially. My fingers feels so... "Uneven".
Hope I will someday just get used to it.
Know my own fingers. It's limits and all that feeling.
Work in progress.