I couldn’t have asked for better flatmates, than the ones I got. We had our 1st Love Shack Mission year dinner yesterday evening. I totally forgot about it and couldn`t wait to get home and go to bed, but the aromatic wonders coming alive in the kitchen and traveling up the stairs into my bedroom straight into my nostrils made me wide awake in a spilt of the second and from than on I was ready to dive into the dining room any minute the bell rang. Of course, the bell didn’t ring, instead Izzy`s sparkling blue eyes appeared on the top of the stairs saying whenever I was ready they were serving dinner. She made spinach tortellini with feta cheese on a bed of real spinach leaves and we had the most amazing dessert, white chocolate and raspberry Haagen Dazs ice cream (Limited Edition) and melted dark chocolate. It was just amazing! We had a great conversation about life and values after dinner and I felt in a very safe place. I confessed I wouldn’t necessary want to be anything else than self-employed in the future and would love to spend time with writing once the thesis is out of the way. Yes!
Today`s challenge with the thesis is to structure the headings and subheadings. Once I’ve done that I could start copy and paste everything in the right places what I`ve written already and hopefully edit it all during the last week of November. I would love to get it done by the end of the month ideally. All my flatmates are very encouraging about the thesis and generally we have a very good atmosphere in the house. I think it helped that we made a conscious effort telling each other what kind of little things make us cross. That was probably the best advice we got on the Mission year training day. I remember saying that I didn’t like the washing up sponge left soaking with water after use, because it got smelly. It still happens, but Diana got a holder for it and if people forget to squeeze it still dries. Also, because I aired that I don’t like it, it doesn’t bother me when it happens. I think far too often we let little things like that brew in us and at the end think to the extent that people do it in purpose just to stress us and we blow up out of the blue on a rainy day when nothing seems to go right by hearing the simple innocent question of the innocent person under siege who never new about our struggles with the wet sponge: Why didn’t you say something on the first place? And this simple apology soaked question leaves us somehow even more crossed and humiliated after all the arguments we had in our imagination with that ‘SpongeTraitor’ telling her/him/them off for leaving a box in the front room, where it shouldn’t be or `deliberately` making noise after we all went to bed and should be sleeping. And the worst thing is now we feel justice still hasn’t been done because the blame got back on us with that below the belt question: why we didn’t say anything on the first place! Really, why? Because, we didn’t want conflict on the first place! And now after such a long silent torturing suffering we are cooking in a massive pot of humiliation and anger, bruised in many places complaining on the phone to our best friend and family about that antisocial, simpleton next door.
Take a deep breath and start again with talking about those little things that bothers you, if I may humbly suggest.
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