Day 365: Grabbing the opportunities

So, I have survived the year. Obviously, there is still lots of room for improvement in the discipline department on my part, but I've managed to finish the challenge after all. During the last month of the project I kept thinking, what to do next. Should I continue? Should I do something else? Eventually, I decided to take a break. I say a break, because this blog helped me in many ways. It's time to move on, but maybe you'll hear from me soon enough. Thank you for bearing with me ;)

Day 364: When in doubt, go with red

White is a perfect colour for interior, black looks good on accessories, and red is just perfect.

Day 363: Chopstick hoarder

Probably I'm the only person in my whole family who eats something with chopsticks. Nevertheless, I have quite a lot of them. More than I actually need at least. I'm fascinated by the designs on their ends and that seems like a good enough reason to collect them, but I try to be reasonable. I can still remember though, how difficult it was for me to get the first set, when asian cousine was not yet popular in my country, and it makes me treasure the old and not neceserally the most strikingly beautiful samples that I have.

Day 362: If only I were a photon

Looking at the time schedule I realized that I quickly needed to learn how to split myself in two. It was nearly impossible to choose from all the awesme things going on, so I sat, and pondered, and complained, and tried to soothe my frustration with a big glass of frappé. If I were a photon, my life would have been easier.

Day 361: Every minute counts

I wish there was a way to store happiness. I'd met so many amazing teachers who are not only great dancers but have wonderful personalities as well, and every minute spent in their classes was priceless.

Day 360: Kizomba heaven

After a long and tiring journey we attended the opening party of Warsaw Kizomba Festival; we stayed there almost all night long, enjoying the music, dancing and watching all the advanced dancers in awe. Even remembering the atmosphere gives me shivers.

Day 359: Perfect combination

I'm bribing myself with quality chocolates. The sugar monster is pleased and the work gets done. Eventually. Couldn't be better.

Day 358: There is a killer among us...

Sometimes suspicion is directed the wrong way.

Day 357: Dreamcatcher

This ancient device is supposed to filter your dreams. But what can you rely upon when you have to deal with thoughts?

Day 356: Toy money

This cute looking 10 ruble banknote is the only thing I brought from Belarus to remind me of this trip. I think it is worth even less than Monopoly money and that makes it special.

Day 355: My body is a cage

The Cuban festival with Russian and Spanish instructions (neither of which I understand) as well as very fast pace wore me out and saddened me a little. I needed to escape, so I joined some other slackers and went sightseeing instead.

Day 354: Taste of Cuba

This was the first time I saw orisha dance. In Minsk, a place far from Cuba. The moves were confusing, but the music was out of this world. Something so raw, tribal and mysterious can easily put you in trance. I was mesmerized.

Day 353: RGB

I got the red bag by accident but it suits me like a cheery on cream. Why not make fun of a dull day by being the iconic splash of colour?

Day 352: Clean and happy?

...The pavement got tired of being stepped on day after day, so it asked for some rain and took a nice bubble bath...

Day 351: Instant Art

A window is the best picture, because Nature is my favourite artist. Everytime I look outside, I see something breathtaking.

Day 350: Tipping on the tightrope

How do you find the balance, when the safe ground between emptiness and overspill is as narrow as a tightrope?

Day 349: Guru

My cat is the guru of relaxation. Watch and learn. Just watch and learn.

Day 348: CDO

"It is a lot like OCD, only the letters are in alphabetical order... as they should be!" I wish it was as easy in real life to put things in order.

Day 347: A sip of craziness

I'm a freakwent visitor to a mad hatter's tea party. Feels like home.

Day 346: Winds of Change

Hello, I'm Erasmus. But don't tell anyone yet.