I am grateful for the comfort of My Bed. I am actually sitting on it while I am writing this. I can’t believe to be back home after traveling for so long. Even though I’ll only be home for about two weeks, I know I’ll enjoy My Bed as much as possible. I can’t believe how great it feels. Not only because I haven’t slept in it for months, but mostly because I have been traveling back from Mexico since yesterday and my body is exhausted. So I will for sure value this wonderful first night back home. So now, without further ado: My Bed!
I am grateful for Colorful Schedules. They make things much more easy and clear for me. I really enjoy the process of creating them and it makes me smile every time I look at it. It gives me an immediate overview of what is going on and what I still need to work on, focus on, fix. I like using sticky notes because I know that if I have to make a change I can just replace a sticky note instead of having to tear my entire schedule apart and start all over again. This picture is an example of part of Cast Week in Up with People. I love how the colors make things instantly comprehensible. In this case the yellow represents all the logistics I needed to think about, the green referred to anything relating to the Education department and the pink ones were exceptions or things I needed to pay extra attention to. And in general the colors just make it all the more frivolous and fun. There are so many ways to make work more fun. I suggest you give it a try!
I am grateful for Sample Books. They are very handy and just so much fun! It’s great to be able to imagine what your house or whatever it is that you are designing will look like. I thinks it’s kinda funny how someone has come up with this idea, but I am very grateful it came into existence. It’s just one of those things in life that I don’t really think about. We obviously don’t really need it, but it’s just such a fun object to use. So that’s exactly why I am grateful for them.
I am grateful for Handkerchiefs. Yes, not the cool white paper tissues, but the grandpalike white cotton handkerchiefs. They just make me so happy. The world only. Handkerchief. I mean, look at it! There seems to be so much wrong with that word that it eventually turns out to be beautiful. Handkerchief. Which obviously comes from “hand” and “kerchief”, of which the latter can be brought back to the old french “cuevrechief”, which is a combination of “couvrir (to cover) and “chief” (head). Poetry. Right there. Love it! Anyway, so far semantics. I guess those five years of Linguistics did leave their mark… I love the object that word represents. On a regular day I would feel incomplete without them. This is what the pockets of my pants look like before I leave the house: my cell phone goes in the front left pocket, handkerchief in the front right pocket, wallet in the right back pocket and the left back pocket is always open and seems to be the spot where I automatically put spare change while in a hurry, or a note with something on, a business card, a receipt,… It’s a natural system that kinda grew organically and I just stuck with it, because it works. In general I am grateful for Handkerchiefs, I like them so much better than paper tissues. Not only are they softer to blow your nose in, but you can reuse them. And in more than one way! You can obviously wipe your nose with them more than once, but you can actually wash them and reuse them the next day. How genius! An invention brought back from the past. No wasting of thousands of paper tissues. No trees unnecessarily killed. Handkerchiefs, the silent saviors of our planet. Oh how grateful I am for thee!
I am grateful for Mopping. It is such a wonderful and fun experience. I like every part of it. Finding the perfect bucket. Filling it up with hot water and adding the right amount of cleaning agent. Carefully choosing your favorite weapons: in my case a floor squeegee and a floorcloth. The process of wringing out the cloth is probably one of my preferred parts. Then wrapping the cloth around the squeegee and eventually swiping the floor until everything looks spick-and-span! What a joy to have a clean, shining, freshly smelling house. Mopping isn’t just an unpleasant necessary chore, it is a fun and rewarding hobby. Thank you so much, Mr. Mop.
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I am grateful for Toilet Paper. It’s again something we take for granted, but once you’re in a situation you don’t have it… Let me just tell you, we should all be grateful for having it. Walking around in Mexico or the Philippines with your pockets full of napkins you were able to collect wherever you go… well, let me tell you, it has something. But it’s not everything. Especially not when you run out of it. I think there isn’t a much more frustrating situation to be in, then to have to go so badly and knowing you won’t have toilet paper. I guess I’ll enjoy being in Belgium for another month. Because afterwards it’s time for Mexico and pockets full of paper again…