“We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.”
― Bob Ross
We can be pretty hard on ourselves, can’t we? I’m not sure why but in an essence, I think it’s because of how society functions. You’ll be told that no one is perfect and that’s exactly how it should be. But then again, it’s still perfection-obsessed whether we like it or not and a lot of the time, people are identified for something they’ve done wrong. Let’s admit it, mistakes make for juicer gossip sessions. Having a misstep can be an agonizing experience for a lot of us but if you know about me and my blog, you know I prefer changing perspective.
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This is part of a blogging event I created called My Monthly Memories with the initiative of allowing bloggers to document their lives over the course of a long time. I hope you consider participating yourself, several have already partaken last month and have told me it’s been great! If you’re interested, please check the instructions here.
February has been good to me. It was lovely having a break after my first semester finals and having some breathing space after a long five months. Birthday celebrations, a Holi Festival, familiar faces of the past, and binge watching The Office while having an actual office job made for a pretty incredible month.
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“How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” – Winnie the Pooh
I’ve had the best feeling in the whole world for a while now. It’s really hard to put into words. It’s like I have so much happiness that it’s all going to burst out of my chest, it’s almost painful to contain. I think of this feeling like the calm after a storm, I’ve had a tough few weeks emotionally and looking back, there’s so much that I’m blessed to have. Today, I wanted to write about my friends, an aspect of my life I haven’t truly reflected on until only recently.
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The reason I went to Germany for university? A question I’m asked a lot, one with a very simple answer: I needed to experience something new, I needed adventure. The following is a summary of my entire first semester broken up in months. Enjoy!
After several issues with my visa and finally making it to Germany considerably late (a month and a half), my backpack didn’t seem that heavy while skipping out of the airport in Dusseldorf. It was all new, the Rhine river, the beautiful golden and scarlet of the fall trees surrounding the road. I was so ecstatic. It was the new place I was to call home, the place I could finally be independent in. It goes without saying that it was a pretty big adjustment, coming from Saudi but regardless, this was the start of my five months away from home.
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Ironically enough, ever since my last guide about decreasing your anxiety, I’ve been somewhat of a mess. Anxiety took over with my exams right around the corner and the desperation of passing with an overall great percentage. My social interactions this month have also taken a big toll on me and I was actually awoken, in a terrifying manner, by sheer panic one night. I was so proud to say that I didn’t get any severe panic attacks for months but being in a new place completely different from your own mixed with university stress can really get your anxiety going.
Overall, my first semester abroad has been quite the odd one but more on that later. Other than that, it has been an extremely rewarding experience. I’ve learned so much about myself and the world around me in a pretty short time, especially in regard to my unease and fears. Today, I hope to once again share my knowledge with you in order to help others through my blog. Whether you have anxiety or not, these tips should help you regardless.
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It was a warm, sunny day in a small town in Egypt. The trees and plants by a house were softly rustling to a hot breeze while a dog was a attempting to cool himself off by lying down on the cold titles of the veranda. Although it was extremely quiet, a soft and ever so distant sound of sobbing could be heard. The noise was coming from a fourteen year old girl curled up in an arm chair who was practically crying her little eyes out. Her mother from another room happened to hear the noise and was worriedly following it across the house in hopes of finding it’s source. She finds the origin in the midst of the living room and quickly sighs knowing the cause of her daughter’s torment.
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Anxiety, a word that I’ve grown intimate with since middle school. Panic, it’s partner in crime, they both go hand in hand in completing their dominance. Attack, their method of control, overused year after year and when I’m most vulnerable. This has been the story of my life for the past few years now, it was especially bad at the beginning of high school. I had difficulties with the little things like speaking on the phone and ordering food. I would get immensely embarrassed over little things like tripping and I remember I would actually hold in my coughs to not attract attention.
It’s something I never thought I could get over or decrease whatsoever, I was afraid it had transformed me into someone different that I would never be able to change back from. Things worked my way though, through my comedy speeches and some hard work and experimentation, I’m a lot better now. That’s why I’m writing this today, in hopes of my advice and experience helping you out, regardless of whether you have anxiety or not. I also hope to provide some advice that will be split into parts and that’s in a new direction than most guides. On with the show!