Guys, I have to admit. The beginning of running this blog is tough for me. From the archive, you can see I have not been persistent. First, I want to apologize from my deep heart to you and also to myself. This blog is really one of the most exciting things which have happened to me. How amazing it is to have a platform to share the things I love. I make my posting schedules and think about new topics I want to write every day.
However, when I start to write. I became a coward. Seriously, I would not argue for myself. I wrote one post. After an hour, I deleted it all. Then rewrote it again. What happened next was I didn’t have the courage to read what I wrote. To be honest, I felt my writing was terrible. What scared me most was people who read it would laugh at me. I couldn’t believe I had that feeling. But this feeling hanged around me for quite a while.
When I was on the line in Wholefoods, the lady in front of me turned back and gave me a very smile. Suddenly, the tiredness of my whole body and soul was gone. Yes, a smile can be so powerful!
Every morning I become more cheerful when I ride my bike pass by the small wood factory. Those lovely early hard working workers say “Morning!” with their bouncy voice. The beautiful music from the little bookstore makes me want to dance in the air. The owner has an impeccable music taste. I feel honored when he waves his hand at me. What a shame. I have never been inside. That day, a guy walking past me suddenly turned around and asked me, “Do you want a lollipop? You look sad.” Then I laughed. Yes, I was so upset about something that day.
Another Monday starts. I really want to say, “How exciting is that!” But the truth is Monday always has a strange vibe for me. In the morning, I would say to myself, “God, another week passed. I don’t think I achieved much.” However, back when I was working on a job I really didn’t like, my Monday situation was much worse. On Mondays, I was so psychologically sick. It took me forever to get the office. I even didn’t care if my boss was mad at me because I was sooooo late. When the day ended, I would be physically exhausted no matter if it’s a busy day.
Yes, I was so afraid of Mondays.