Maybe it was the way you slept, the things you looked forward to in the day ahead, the memories of the day before, the weather outside or a good song in your head.
- For me it was the way I decided to go to bed yesterday night. My whole attitude towards the day, beginning from the moment I'd open my eyes again. -
Yesterday at 9 pm, I was quickly dropped off by Susan back at my residence on 13th street, after a day on Long Island with the family.
And within a minute the car drove away, and the sudden rush of a special day flashed before my eyes:
Quickly getting out of bed, earlier than on a school day, to reach the Wittenberg house as early as possible. Being with them all through the church meeting, spending the afternoon with them back at the house, gathering around the dinner table with traditional American hot dogs, and 'cozy-ing' in the evening, lying next to each other on the couches with the fire on.
I hadn't seen the family for 2 weeks, and I had really struggled with not being in their presence. I had needed to speak to a close friend and evaluate all the great and the less great things about every new day in school.
So in the past 2 weeks, I'd had hour-long phone calls with Susan almost every night, before going to sleep.
Being extremely vulnerable and unbelievably exhausted from school, I'd had absolutely no energy left to hang out with friends, take a fresh stroll in Central Park, or take mini-adventures in the city.
There was no energy and no time after the usual routine:
wake up - read bible - have breakfast - get dressed - take the subway to school - 1st class - 2nd class - lunch (at school) - 3rd class - take the subway back home - rush to dinner - do written homework - go over ballet - go over songs - get into my pajamas - tea in bed + massage tired muscles - 10 minutes of free writing for Meisner - sleep (hoping to get enough sleep!)
But even though this has become the routine, there are so many new things I see; around me, and in myself. And all through this rush, I needed compassion, comfort and someone I trusted sharing this with.
So the highlight of my day (maybe apart from the first proper and big meal I finally get at 8 pm), was always that return to home, to the call with Susan.
The only one near me I can tell everything to, and the only one of the closest people around me who isn't under the same pressure as me.
And when I come home, either sad or happy - it doesn't matter - I need to find time to recharge for the next day, I need to find my way back to the ground, back to peace.
This is what the calls with Susan have been for me. They are the sound of human compassion, gentleness and peace. And the conversation of this; the release of sharing and the relief of being heard is what makes my soul relax and recharge.
And I guess this is what the sound of home has been for me here.
.... So being back home and seeing the family again at last, even just for a day, was extremely healing for me.
My favourite place on a sunday morning is at the church meeting in Hempstead chore.
And the rest of the day was just a perfectly normal and chilled, but extremely cozy day.
And the flash of these memories made my heart smile. And that's what made me walk into the lounge, greeting the people at the front desk with a loud: "How was your day? Have a good night!" and after that, seeing how my joy affected the silent people in the elevator.
Why did I smile so much?
Why could I open the door to my room and be happy, walking around alone in the dark room?
Because of love.
I could smile because I understood the treasure of being loved and being able to love.
What makes you love someone?
Because of who they are. Because of how they make you feel. Because of what they do for you.
The last thing I said to Susan before going to sleep was:
"I love you, for holding my hand".
And between the lines, was a millions of words, telling the story underneath. That she was the one person who was physically present to hold my hand all through the times I needed it - in support, in awe, in compassion, in protection and in love.
That's my reason. And no-one else has that specific reason to love Susan. She is loved by many people, especially her husband and dear family.
But my point is; we love people because of what they do to our lives.
I don't just love my mum, because she is my mum. Our story is a billion more words that I could never just type in one blog post. The same with my dad. And the rest of my family.
So find your reason.
A lot of humans find themselves surrounded by hundreds of people, but they never really figured out where they placed them in their heart. They feel and they love, but not everyone of them understand the true meaning of the bonds they've created.
Today in Meisner class, our teacher said something really important:
"Most people go to their graves with their music still inside them."
But I won't let that happen to me. ...No one should let that happen to themselves.
And my strong instrument of love is definitely one I will not fail to use.
I want to be honest and not only let people be aware of my love for them, - I want to prove it to them every day.
And I will perfectly relive the strong love my grandma taught me.
There were no things unsaid, no things undone. And that's how it should be.
If someone touches all the strings of your heart - tell them!
Don't keep your love instrument inside - because it's the strongest one you have, out of the whole orchestra inside you.
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My smile last night came from feeling so blessed to have been welcomed with such love.
That's a reason anyone should stick a smile on their face for! And that kind of smile lasts more than a little while.
So when you find yourself almost surrendering to the darker part of your mood, take a second and think about what values mean the most. What is really important in our lives right now?
WE are ALL fighting against something the whole time.
Not having struggle, obstacles or doubts doesn't sound human to me.
- BUT it's hard! And I mean really hard! ..To not surrender to that struggle and not let yourself stay on the ground all cringed up, not bothering to stand up, because you know you'll fall again anyway.
We fall the whole time. And we hurt ourselves so deeply in some of the falls.
We shouldn't be ashamed and punish ourselves for these falls.
But they don't define who we are alone.
So when you end your day, you can decide for yourself. Will you stand up with scars for healing, or will you lie on the ground for aggravation. Can you go to bed with a smile on your face?
Take a moment. Place your love. Feel its power. Cherish its work.
And
Just be blessed.
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Every good day begins with a good mood.
I woke up today with the same smile on my face. And I knew that this was a special day.
For that, I opened my drawer and found the box with my Tahiti pearl in it. The one my grandma had specially designed for me.
This pearl is a treasure - both in value and the personal story behind it. It's very special, and usually only worn a couple of times a year for the biggest celebrations.
But today was a celebration. A celebration for a special day. For the special smile.
- The school day was really frustrating, and everyone of my class mates felt frustrated at the same time.
We all had a day where we felt the demands being unfair and unclear. We all felt that we had done our best, yet been punched right back on the ground in a second.
But today was good, because I really started bonding with my class mates. Today they were not just the people with different backgrounds and smiles I was surrounded by. Today they were friends I connected with and people I found comfort in.
And knowing that everyone struggles, everyone feels frustrated and exhausted is probably our strongest point in the bond of our class.
12 people. Soon only 10, when the 4 week's course students leave.
That's very intense, with very personal focus. A strong bond. 12 different characters.
- And we will all succeed in telling our stories to the world.
And all of that work starts with special days like these.
Love ya!
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