Many people would say that the weekend that's already ending here in Buenos Aires was horrible, but to me there's something particularly beautiful about thunderstorms. They're perfect for staying in, watch a good TV show or, in my case, read a good book. Past Friday I finished reading the second book of the Miss Peregrine trilogy, Hollow City, and right at the ending, on the last page on the last chapter, a passage caught my attention and got me thinking the whole weekend (don't worry, it's NOT a spoiler).
I've always been a rather distracted person. I am curious about anything and everything, so my mind naturally shifts from one thing to another in a matter of seconds. To put an example, whenever I set myself to make some coffee I either forget to put the coffee jar back into its place or I forget that my coffee has been sitting in the microwave for hours :P I've been trying to change this for quite some time, but nothing had helped me in the long run.
Until I discovered the bullet journal method.
I love books. I have loved them ever since I was taught how to read in kindergarten. You could almost say I was born with a book in my tiny little hands :P I have beautiful memories of nights spent reading with my grandma in bed, and later on getting super excited about the Harry Potter book releases. As a teenager, my passion for reading allowed me to learn English through blogs and websites that I precariously translated with Google Translate (I know, I know, not the best approach). I grabbed my first book in English around 4 years ago —His Majesty’s Dragon, the first book of the Temeraire series. I was so lost with the vocabulary I just had to drop it and go for something simpler. Two years later I could read it without the need to grab a dictionary.
I'm a planner, that's something no one can say I'm not :P I am also naturally inclined to forget things easily, therefore having a step-by-step process on most of the important things in my life is a must. The same applies to goal setting. I've been setting New Year's Resolutions for a very long time, failing year after year and not really understanding why. It shouldn't that hard, right? My problem was that I didn't know exactly what I wanted and, more important, WHY I wanted it.
Those who met me around 2 years ago probably can't imagine me without my red lipsticks. It's not like I don't wear lighter colors — it's just that people have become used to me wearing bold, contrasting ones, to the point that I'm asked if I feel alright when I go for a nude or very light pink shade. Yes, I'm fine and no, I'm not sick, thank you very much :P I finally dared to get my first red lipstick around 2 years ago when a Twitter friend encouraged me to do so. I was suuuper worried about not feeling comfortable with something on my lips and, worse, eating and ending up looking like a clown afterward. Well guess what: that, and many other things, never happened and now I'm constantly on the search of new shades and brands to try out.