Waiting...

I have found that there is a whole lot of waiting in life. It's not always something we enjoy doing, but sometimes it can. It's always fun as a kid to wait for the Christmas presents to be opened, but it's not fun to sit and wait in the dentists office.
I guess we all have to do our share of waiting. We are all waiting for something at this very moment, and whether it's something good or bad, there's not much we can do but wait, even if we can speed up the process, waiting is somewhere in the equation.
The thing that is making me wait right now is making me really impatient. I can't seem to get rest at the moment, and that is making me restless. I'm guessing there is a lesson in here for me about patience. I'm hoping I will learn something, and sooner rather than later.

Associations...

I find it fascinating how a smell or a sound can bring you right back to somewhere or bring back a memory. A perfume of someone you like, or something that brings you back to another country you went to some years ago. The funny thing is that it just happens automatically, and sometimes you don't really know why it does that.
But it's nice, if you have good associations with the memory, to think back and remember what happened, the atmosphere or the setting.

The effects of a smile...

A smile is one of the easiest things we can do. But we might not think about the effects of one. I know that when I'm down myself and having a bad day, is sick and not feeling all that good, someone showing me a simple smile and in some way gives me a reason to smile, makes me feel so much better.
Knowing this I try to meet the patients I meet, my friends, and even just random people on the street, with a cheerful attitude, a simple smile. That might just
make someones day.

My own little world...

I find myself wandering around in my own thoughts a lot. More often than not with my Mp3-player playing. I might be observing the people around me, thinking about something that happened at work or school, or something completely different. I guess this is what people define as being in your own little world.
One thing I have noticed lately is that while doing this, being in my own little world, I talk to God. It's one of the most peaceful things I can do, even if I don't get an answer right there and then. (But that's good for my patience.) So I walk around, listening, talking and observing in this little bubble of "My world". It's a small and safe haven where my thought's can get sorted, and become less messy, at least for a little while.

My room...

Today I tidied my room. It didn`t take me long, maybe 20 min, but I felt like it was one of the most untidy rooms ever. I wanna keep it tidy so that I don`t feel embarased when I bring people in there, but when you`re busy there seems to be a magnet on every surface, just pulling things to it and leaves it stuck there. Then it takes you several days to notice, because once the stuff is stuck there it becomes invisible for some time, the more busy you are the more invisible it gets. It`s a weird fenomenon.
But today I´m not busy, therefore I noticed the mess and tidied up. It was so nice to look at the tidy room and feel that I could acctually bring friends in there.

Ocean...

One of the most relaxing things I know is to sit and watch nature. It's so silent and perfect sometimes and then it can be wild and noisy. Today it was a mix, but mostly silent and very interesting.
I was out with a good friend of mine by the ocean. It was so nice with the sun shining so we were just sitting there bathing in the shine. And as we were sitting there on the small pier I looked down at the water flowing back and forth, as the it came in and went out again, it was just so peaceful and quiet. Around us there was children playing, seagulls flying and squawking, people walking by and talking. And still it was just perfect.
Simple bliss!

Riding the train...

Have you ever noticed anyone staring out a train window when you're inside a tunnel? I noticed someone doing that today. At first I thought it was weird, but before long I remembered that I do that from time to time. There is nothing but darkness outside the window, save the occasional light hanging on the wall of the tunnel.
So what are we, the people who like to stare out at nothing, observing?
I must admit that I sometimes do it to observe the people in the carriage with me, but in a way that's not so obvious.
But the times when we just stare out into the black tunnel, what's so interesting?