Longing in my eyes

 

I went for a long walk through the forest yesterday. I really love walking!  I took this photo, I adore the very first spring flowers. 

I was thinking how therapeutic it was for me writing my blog. I have been writing it for 9 years, so far I have written 947 posts. 

I would like to thank you, my dear readers, for reading my blog. Without you I would have stopped writing years ago.

There are many posts that meant a lot to me. This is my favourite post, I wrote it 6 years ago:

https://thenext15000days.blogspot.com/2015/03/i-can-see-that-you-dont-have-children.html

I don't know what touched me the most. Perhaps that a complete stranger saw the longing in my eyes.  He got me and many people whom I have known for ages never had.

While thinking about this dinner, I remembered that he wrote me few weeks ago but I forgot to return the text. So I called him yesterday when walking. He was happy to hear me and we had a nice chat .... he was alone walking as well.  Perhaps I can be for him a bit of a daughter he never had.

I love the moment when I wake up in the morning

 

There is only one advantage of the pandemic: having time (I am still not working). 

I was raking the lawn when I saw this beautiful little daisy. It is so pretty!  I love having time to stop working for a while and just admire it. 

And I love having time for learning different things. I recently joined an online French course. I love it, we have a really good teacher. We practiced conversation and the question was:  "What is your favourite moment of the week?". I loved the answer of a fellow student, a decade older then me. She replied: "I love the moment when I wake up in the morning and I see that I am alive and well and that there is another day in front of me."  

I just love her attitude to life!

A silly story

I wanted to learn more about NLP techniques so I attended a webinar. The coach told us many stories that I liked. I loved how he compared a life with cooking & a fridge. He said that when you cook, you shouldn't focus on the ingredients that are missing. You have to focus on the ingredients that you have and cook the best possible meal out of it. 

I borrowed one of coach's books and I liked it at first. But then I got to the following story.

There was a couple who was trying to have a child for 20 years. They went to a clinic and said to themselves that this was their last try. The doctor didn't believe that they would succeed and this helped them give away all the pressure and they trusted the miracle to the safe hands of God, universe, nature. And they succeeded. They got beautiful healthy baby boy.  

Come on!? 

We were trying for a child for a decade. We had 10 failed IVFs. I still remember the horrible pressure, when we decided for the last try. 

The NLP coach's story can be written only by someone who has vivid imagination and absolutely no experiences with the infertility.

Needless to say, I put the book down. I am done with NLP techniques for now :)

My Christmas wish

 

I have the same Christmas wish as the last five years.
I would love to get an email from you.
To learn who you are. 
Where you come from.
Why you read my blog.
What my blog means to you.  
Did it help in any way?

I promise I will not publish your emails, nor misuse them in any way.
And I promise I will write back :)

My email: klara.soncek (at) gmail.com


I am looking forward to Christmas :)
I loved receiving emails first four Decembers from literally all around the world!  But I didn't get even one e-mail last December.


PS: I took this photo in the city center of our capital - Ljubljana - few years ago.

Unbroken happiness is a bore

 It is snowing, it is late morning and I am still in my pyamas in our warm home, reading a good novel. I found a beautiful quote there:

“Unbroken happiness is a bore: it should have ups and downs.”

― Molière 

 

 

 

It made me smile. My infertility was my down. The years accepting our childless life were very hard. But the wounds are healed and I feel at peace with our cozy, quiet and peaceful life.

I love snow :)

The saddest & shortest story I've ever read

"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."

by Ernest Hemingway