One Lovely Blog Award

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Hi guys,

Today I have been honored with nomination for One Lovely Blog Award, for which I would like to thank to Ben Aqiba. It is very special moment for me, as I can’t remember any time, when I have been nominated for anything (well, if we can count being chosen as a person who need to some extra things in work… Yes, I have been 😉 ). Another thing is, that since yesterday I am trying to win fight with my flu and I seem be the one who is loosing so far. And this simple think made my day! For sure 🙂

Here are rules:

  1. Each nominee must thank the person who nominated them and link their blog in their post.
  2. They must include the rules and add the blog award badge as an image.
  3. Must add 7 facts about themselves.
  4. Nominate 15 people to do the award.

So here are seven facts about me:

  1. I am born procrastinator. I always have a lot of tasks and most of them I am finishing in last moment.
  2. I don’t like going to bed, but waking up is a real pain in my neck. When I am in bed already, I could stay there for ever.
  3. I would like to be a software developer in the future, but I am not sure if I want to work as one.
  4. I wish I will have at least five children, but even if not, I don’t want my child to be an only child.
  5. If my do do list would be empty, I would just read all day long. At the moment this is activity, which is one of steps to Improve my English goal.
  6. I don’t think that my university is going to teach me as much as I would learn on my own during this time, but I believe, that it will help me to build my so-called soft skills.
  7. I am introvert, who love social life. The only thing is, that after every meeting with more than two people or with someone who I don’t know well, I need my time alone. Some kind of me-book or me-my laptop date. Maybe that’s why programming seems so attractive to me.

My nominee are:

Raul Conde

Shivani Vohra

My Voice

Simple Ula

It’s still far from fifteen, but those are people nominated by me.

I wish you guys very productive day and I’ll se you in my next post.

Daria

Consistency is a key

Hi guys,

Today I wanted to share with you something, what is so obvious and so many people (including me as first) is ignoring. I wanted to talk about power of consistency.

Yesterday, while getting ready for sleep (actually I was already in my bed), I watched episode on youtube (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OAywuL0tSLA here is link, but it might be useless for most of you, as it is in polish). Any way, episode shows method (or theory?) known as a slight edge. In short: when you start doing any activity, like learning new skill, on the beginning you need to put a lot of effort, spend a lot of time, but you can hardly see any progress. But if you’ll survive this time, you will get to the point, when with same effort your progress will much bigger. It works same for good habits, like for those bad.

So I’ve been thinking a lot about it. And this does make sense. I remember, when I was starting my primary school, I couldn’t understand even simple thing about math. When my parents got my notes, they were scared. I failed everything what was possible. Every test, homework or class work on my math classes. And my dad made some rule, that every day, no matter wether it was holiday or normal school day, I had to spend one hour solving math problems. I was trying to explain, that this is pointless, math is not going to stay in my head and I am going to repeat a year because of this. They haven’t listen. And even when I’ve lifted my notes, they haven’t let me stop. I was spending one hour every single day, till I was 16 (so for around 8 years!). And I am not sure, if you can believe, by the time I was 10, I was participating in national math championship. By the time I was 12 I was in top twenty math students in my age group in whole Poland. Person, who was on straight way to fail year because of math. And, what most important, I’ve fallen in love with math.

Talent? I haven’t got. But even till now, math isn’t too difficult for me. Just because my basics are quite strong.

And I am not saying this, to let you know that I am so good in math (to be honest after this many years I think I wouldn’t be any better than most of the people on this planet, as I haven’t use math for a long time, excluding basic calculations in shop or other required in ever day’s life), but to show you, what can you achieve, even if you think you can’t, just by putting enough effort to practice skill you will learn.

Today I’m going to finish at this point, as it is getting late already. I just thought, it might be useful for you, guys.

For now I wish you very productive day and I’ll see you in my next post.

Daria

Productivity comes out of nowhere

Hi guys,

Today I’ve decided to share my thoughts about productivity with you. As you might know, I’ve started this blog to find some motivation. It worked for some time, but after it just stopped. To become more able to actually do stuff (not only think of doing them), I’ve started to have note of every time I sat and kept working. It gave me great look into conditions I need to meet to be productive. But I’ve wrote about all situations, when I wasn’t in anything close to being productive as well (ok, let’s be honest: when I wasn’t able to get out of my bed even).

Today, after two weeks of writting my notes, I’ve decided to analyse all data I’ve gathered up to now and see what clues it is going to bring me. And results scared me, literally SCARED.

So most of my reasons, why I haven’t work, when I was supposed to, were of I’ll just check this video on youtube and I’ll start doing those stuff or Let me just play one level of this game, it’s only five minutes kind. As you can imagine, it’ve never ended after one video or one level.

So I’ve decided, that my distraction number one is my phone actually. I got into realisation, that I might be addicted. And of course, I am going to fight with this (which might be hard, as a lot of my activities require phone, including this blog and my uni. Yes, I am this weirdo doing my assesments on my phone).

But I needed someting oposite, something what would make me feel better. I’ve looked up my productive notes’ side. I had something what I need to reduce in my life in order to achieve this dreamed productivity, so I wanted to find something, what I can work on. And this is the best part: when I’ve set to work it was mostly, because my phone wasn’t avaiable at that time (means my battery was low -I have very short wire, so it is very uncomfortable to use my phone while charging).

So here is my main goal for me at the moment: to reduce use of my phone. And by ‘use’ I really mean unneccessary use. Like watching youtube videos, or playing games. Keep your finger crossed for me.

Ok, but why I am telling you about it? If you are like me, leaving everything to last moment, try this way to find out what your distractions are. As my example, I’ve always knew, that I was using my phone a lot, but when I saw how much time I am wasting this way, I’ve realised, why I don’t have enough time for everything what I should have. And even if you know your main distraction, you might find some other, which are adding on as well and make huge ammount of time being wasted. Who knows?

I will share with you, guys, what I am going to discover after next two weeks, when hopefully I will be free from my phone.

For now I wish you a productive day and I’ll see you in my next post.

Daria

Can you buy friends?

Hi guys,

Today I have been thinking about friends. When I was a child I had a lot of friends. We used to spend huge amount of time together. I felt I could always count on them.

Now I am living far from the place, where I was growing up. Since I moved out to other country, there is no messages (before whenever we couldn’t see each other, we were texting each other all the time), no phone calls, no any other way of communication. Like we’ve never knew each other.

But let’s say, this is the way it is. We are living in different worlds at the moment, we have our families, new friends and not that much in common, as we used to have.

But this realisation made me remember my grandma’s words: You can’t buy friends (this was her response, when as a child I asked for some toy, because my “friends” didn’t want to play with me, when I haven’t got one). I haven’t understood what she meant by that. I didn’t want to get it for my friends, but for myself, did I? When I asked my dad for this toy, his answear was slightly different: If your friends don’t want to play with you, when you don’t have certain toy, than they aren’t your friends.

But my dad have never finished his lesson by saying. He made a deal. As in my family we had to earn money for any thing we wanted (but not needed – obviously food and clothes we were getting for free 😉 ), he said, that if I really want it, he can increase amount of my duties in order to let me buy this toy. I was very happy that time. Two weeks after I’ve started, I bought my dreamed toy.

Me and my friends were playing with these toys for about one week and we’ve got bored. I felt very disappointed. Something I’ve been working so hard for, was left behind after such short time. But I had friends, hadn’t I?

When I was around 12, maybe 13, we haven’t play toys so much any more. But what became the most important for us were clothes. When something was in, every kid wanted to get it. I remember one day I went to school and all my friends were wearing sweaters with pockets. I had plain one. The biggest nightmare for me was, that any of my sweaters had pockets.

After coming home, I’ve started to begg my parents for one. This time they haven’t agree as I had a lot of sweaters in my cupboard. I remember I went to my room (I used to share my room with my grandma) and I started crying. My grandma asked me what happened, so I’ve told her all story (and I’ve added some complaints about my bad parents, like teenagers usually do). I knew she couldn’t buy me any, as at that moment, she was paying too much for her medicines and simply couldn’t afford for that. But when I came from school next day, she was knitting my sweater. I was so touched, as she had problem with her eyes already and any way she was doing it for me.

When it was finished, I’ve realised that this was the most beautiful sweater I’ve ever had. I wore it to school at the very next day. My friends had a lot of fun of me.

Friends: Who made it for you? Your grandma?

Me: Actually… yes.

F: Are you kidding?! And you are not ashamed to talk about this, like it was the most expensive sweater in shop?

After this question I’ve realised, that actually, that sweater was priceless for me. And I loved it so much. And that i can’t be happy in my life, if I am going to care, about other’s opinion so much. So I’ve stopped.

After another couple of years, there was time to move from primary school to gymnasium. I choose my school togheter with one of my friend and we made sure, we are going to be in the same class.

For first month we were the best friends. But as time went by, my friend choose other girls, more popular. They’ve accepted her, as she’s got a brand new phone from her uncle. So she have forgotten about me. Actually I wasn’t very upset about it. I’ve understood before, that if she would be my real friend, she wouldn’t stop talking to me, because someone told her.

Any way, after that I became friend with much less popular group of girls. And I think, this was the best thing I could do that time. Even though we are not friends any more, they always talk to me, when we meet, I am stil getting birthday wishes from them.

Nowadays, we can see buying friends almost everywhere around. Sometimes we are buying something, just to show our value to the whole world, or literally we are being bought. And of course I am not saying, that if you have money, expensive cloths, car, etc. you must be buying friends. Or if you meet with your friend, who can afford more and he is paying for your bill, that you are being bought. I am talking about friendships, where everything is about money and other belongings. This is said.

One of my colleagues had a lot of friends, who he was taking for trips, holidays and stuff like that. He was thinking, he could count on every single person around him, in case if he needs help. As it turned out, when his father’s company bankrupted, all his friends were gone. There was no one who would help him, there were not too many people speaking to him either. That was kind a sad.

So my conclusion is: you can’t really buy a friend (as long your currency are your belongings instead of personality). Whoever require you to have certain thing or amount of money on your account, will never be your friend. The only what he will be, as those requirements will be achieved, you might get a fake friend, who you won’t be able to trust at all or just someone who will be setting more and more requirements for you. Is it worthed?

Out of my own experience I can say it isn’t. I was lucky, as I’ve met such kind of people when I was a child. I wasn’t very asertive that time, but at least mistakes I have made that time did let me learn without losing too much (maybe except my “friends”, but I found real one at least).

So my advise is, to keep in your mind, that if someone is requiring too much from you, isn’t really your friends. And I am not talking about compromises. Just pure, never ending requirements. For me friend is a person, who accepts who you are. Sometimes it is the only person in front of whou you can be yourself without worrying about anything. Who is there for you, no matter what is going to happen. Even if he can’t phisically help you, he just is.

I wish you all have such a friend already have friend or two like this. And if you don’t have, I hope you are going to find soon.

And for now I wish you very productive day and I’ll see you in my next post.

Daria

Being imperfect in perfect world

Hi guys,

Today’s post appeared after some break again. But things just went a bit crazy in the last few days. You might not know, but I have started my dreamed university in January. Unfortunately, there were some issues with my student finance application (as because of my ID issue I have sent it later than I was supposed to and haven’t been aproved on time). I couldn’t afford to pay £9000 just like that, so they have let me move into September’s term instead of removing me from uni permanently.

I was quite glad about this. But in the end of last week there was enrolment time in my uni (as September term starts in October actually). And there were many problems with my returning. Luckily, I’ve finally started and on Wednesday was my first day. I am still not enrolled officially, but now only their work left, nothing on my side.

Any way, let me tell you something about my uni. So I study computing technologies, what goes perfectly with my plans. I have classes only twice a week (my studies are full time, they have only filled two days with all classes, so if we have work, or children to look after, we still can attend). At the moment I am in foundation year (as I have no certificate proving, I can speak English or I had an opportunity to learn anything about computers basically), what is going to give me four years of study in total. I am very happy about this year, especially because of English, as it will hopefully help me to improve it. And that’s great thing.

Ok, but let’s move into our today’s topic. How it is to be imperfect in perrfect world? And what does “being a perfect person” actually mean?

So answear is quite simple: being imperfect person is to be just like me. Keep forgetting stuff, getting late, falling into panic, even if problem is nor really serious…

I think, that it is being like you as well. Every one has something, what he/she wants to change.

And all of us are living if this perfect world, where it does not matter, whether you are a good person or quite opposite. The only thing what matters is how do you look like, how much money you have and what you’ve bought for it.

We can see in each magazine a beautifull models, in swimming suits more expensive than half of my monthly rent (maybe a bit exagerated, but actually who knows), with perfect shape, with nice skin without any imperfection… And you start thinking Hey, why don’t I look like she? But apparently you realise, that you have more in your hips, less in your breast… Just nightmare!

But let me tell you something: our world is perfect, because of us, imperfect people. There isn’t any one perfect. Really. Or better different: every one is perfect in his or her own way. And if you would feel bad about how do you look like, or what do you have, world would propably be a bit less perfect. Just think about it: we are the one’s who make this world. That’s why it’s our responsibility of some kind, to make our world better. Only what we need to do is to try to be the best version of ourselves. But during all this proccess, we need to remember who we are and what is even more importan: we have to accept fact, that we are who we are. We can keep becoming better and better version of ourselves, but at the end of the day, we can’t forget who we are.

And with this thought I am going to leave you now. I wish you very productive day and I’ll see you in my next post.

Daria