On Gratefulness

Being grateful for my hubby Who loves me even when I’m chubby. Sometimes I don’t feel like cooking But then I get another way of looking: Feeling thankful that I have food to cook, Sensing appreciative that he is the one in my nook, I read his taste like an open book.   There are Fridays when I don’t feel like cleaning, But there I go and add another meaning: I experience gratitude for the place we live in Where our destiny is more than giving. It gave as a place to stay, A flat which sanitize I may, A home which for ever keep I pray.   A heart full of thankfulness …   Take...
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Only Careful or Filled with Anxiety?

It is a fine line between being careful and showing a mental illness symptom called anxiety. I can never tell, whether it is just my personality trait or am I exhibiting a symptom. I have found lately that I over-analyze myself. I see every worry as mental instability. Often people tell me stories in a way, which clearly shows, that they worry about the described situation. I try to comfort them: “Don’t worry.” Most of them answer: “I am not worried. I just described my situation.” In my opinion, they do not feel the worry, because they want to hide it. It is supposed to show weakness. Well,...
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About Saying No

I have been thinking about proofreading lately.  About correcting friends’ and relatives’ final theses: bachelor’s and master’s theses, doctoral dissertations, which I have always said Yes to in the past, when asked. I am talking about proofreading in my mother tongue – Slovenian. I knew my friend was working on her master’s thesis. I was leaning towards saying No. Proofreading has been getting too difficult with time, since I started to forget the grammar and style rules. I learned the rules in college over 20 years ago and was only using them once every five or so years in the last...
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A Go-to-Hell-Valley which Turns out to Be Heaven

We had planned a nature walk up the Zadnjica valley from 645 meters above sea level to 980 m a.s.l. the day before. Both numbers are written on signs by the walking path. It is a slow ascent from 2116 to 3215 feet. After all, it is a valley and as such cannot rise up too steeply. We had not set the alarm clock, but somehow we had set our “inner-clocks” and woke up at 7:30, when we had originally planned. I was so sleepy that I wanted to tell my husband to cancel the trip, but I got up anyway. An inner voice told me to move my buttocks. Eventually we got up early enough and set foot early enough to...
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