Believing in karma makes life more enjoyable.
You speak gentle words, share smiles, and act with kindness.
Even if it may not directly affect your life, the attitude, words, and actions themselves make life more enjoyable.
I’ve always wondered (doubted) what 10 minutes of learning English would do, but the habit of playing the piano for a 1 minute or longer (usually 10-15 minutes) every day gives me some idea. Even just 1 minute makes me improve. Yesterday was better than the day before yesterday, and today is better than yesterday. I don’t go backwards (on most days). That’s a good enough reason.
It’s better to do it than not to. It’s better to improve very slightly than not improving at all. In addition to that, it is actually quite fun.
I’ve been watching a lot of training videos online to come up with an optimized workout plan, including those of gymnastics, Taekwondo, Judo, Jiu Jitsu, boxing, MMA, calisthenics, and even the circus. Yes, I’ve been watching them because they were just incredible and fun. Anyway, I’m always amazed at how high the human body can go while how low my (cursed) body has gone.
How much time and energy would they have spent to break the limitations we’ve believed there were?
Human limitation is a joke. Is there really a limitation in a sense?
In the 10th year of our marriage (or it might be the 11th, but whatever), I have been telling him this so many times, but he just doesn’t get it. Why doesn’t he get it? My question, “Shall we get a rice cake?” is not really a question. It’s just a declarative sentence in a question’s clothing.
Why does he forget it every day? It’s not like rocket science level grammar.
I am sure that men suck at grammar. I am absolutely sure.
While I was talking to my nephew and ended a sentence with the Korean word “in-ma (인마)”, he told me not to use that word because it’s bad. Is it? Since when? Well, it can be a little bit, but it’s more like a “dude” than a bad word. Technically, it can be a bad word but I can’t explain its origin (I can’t, and I don’t really bother to either).
He’s in 4th grade so he is supposed to be learning a lot of curse words and practicing them but he’s obviously a peacekeeper neglecting his age-appropriate duty. I don’t know what kind of person he will become. I’m kind of looking forward to it though.
When my knee feels strange while running, I walk and when it feels ok I run again. When my leg split hurts too much, I take a deep breath and stretch my legs slowly. When my back feels stiff, I reduce my core workouts, and when I feel a bit tired, I go to bed earlier than usual.
I don’t fit myself into the workout, rather I take things slowly and fit the workout to my condition.
I respect my pace and consider my physical condition.
Slowly and with ease.
It’s strange.
I have had a sore throat since yesterday. The daily temperature range is large these days and the breeze in the shade can be chilly, but it didn’t seem bad enough to cause a cold. Is my immunity weakening because I’ve been feeling a bit tired?
Then, something hit me.
I wanted to improve my English speaking while taking a walk, so I talked to an AI while walking, and I think it may have caused this throat irritation. Talking to an AI while taking a walk makes me look like a person talking on the phone, so it doesn’t really make me look like a crazy person. Still, was the fine dust level high in the air? Or is it all the pollen these days? I’ve learned that I need to wear a mask or something if the air quality is questionable.
There was a danger in English speaking practice while walking. I didn’t know that. Alas.
When not knowing what to do and being overwhelmed, it would be good to think like this. This is just a warm-up. It’s only because it’s the first time. You just need to keep going. You only need to do it with a light heart.
When not knowing what to do and being overwhelmed, with that kind of mindset, you can do it more easily.
I got a call from my nephew.
As I spoke with him, I noticed my tone of voice changing. My usual nonchalant, dry voice is gone, and it has become warm, tender, and a little bit sweet. It almost feels like I’ve suddenly become a daycare teacher.
It’s something that usually doesn’t come out. Not even with my husband. I don’t really try to do it, and I’m not even really conscious of it. It just comes out like this. Listening to myself, I feel like, “Why is this woman talking like this?”
Why does talking to my nephew change my tone of voice? Is it because I’ve known him since he was a baby?
Every time I talk to him, my own voice surprises me. What’s up with this, seriously?
Sometimes, the biggest obstacles to effortlessly and naturally conducting of a task are the pressure of “I need to do it well” which nobody really imposed and an excessive “I want to do it well” desire that outruns the task.
Don’t let them get to you. Just do what you always do and what you can do.
