They say December is typically a month of celebration, reflection, generosity and hope. We say goodbye to the 11 months that have flown by and make way for a new year unfolding in front of us.
If I want to give you an image of my sweet November, imagine me running the each minute of each day. Yeah. Right. We were collecting our documents the whole months. We put an end to November by showing up to TLScontact in Istanbul on 30th of November at 11:30.
We gave all the documents. It's all finish. Now they have to decide. And we have to wait.
I can not go back to my hometown yet. I need to stay here (and work) for two more weeks.
I miss doing yoga.
I miss being alone.
I miss running.
I miss drawing.
I miss Iranian traditional music.
I miss my dad's taste of music. And my mom's taste of food.
Still I try my best to find positive side of these days.
It really affects me in different ways. Before I get used to do meditation often, I used to write me. As much as I used to draw.
But it's weird that I never ever thought about writing about my parents. And today I need to write about my mom.
She's great. Like most of the mothers. She's someone that I really want to be alike someday soon.
Everything that happens around me, every big decision that I need to make her face comes in front of me. I can imagine her mimics. What she would say. And I do the same.
Yes. She's great. She's funny. She's cool. And she's a real good mom.
Yeah! I make lists. All the time. I have a whole shelf for its equipment. Wonder what? You know... Markers, stickers, rulers, and lots and lots of colors, papers, etc.
Making lists take time. You should have the right playlist ready. You need to relax before starting to make lists. Meditate. Yoga. Playing with your puppy. Whatever that brings you back to now. Whatever makes you realize the tone of your breath.
Then it will come to your tea. Your coffee. Hahah. It's important. Believe me.
After that, for me it happens like this:
I sit. I look at my tumblr for a bit. It always inspires me.
And I write. I write. I write. I bring out the core of the writing. I start making lists.
It's one of the most fun thing to do for me. It really is.
Making list is about organizing your mind. It's about fading away the cloud among your thoughts. And see the whole thing clearly.
I used to be frustrated when I understood that I am not following them. But then I realized making lists is not just about following them and bringing them to act. It's a way to understand who you are. And it's so beautiful.
So never be sad or disappointed for not following your lists. But keep them. They are your journal. They are a better version of you that you know about yourself. They are the things that you know you want to do. The things that you know you can do.
What about you? Do you make lists? What do you make lists for?