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Bloganuary: My inspiration is not a person

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Day 6. My inspiration is not a person but about things. I have people I look up to, but I don’t get inspiration from any of them. I found inspiration in different things in life. I get inspiration from past experiences. Nature is a good inspiration. Sometimes I get them from movies. The only time I get inspiration from a person is when I write fan fiction.

When I don’t get any inspiration, I just let it be. I can’t force it to come out. Sometimes I don’t get any when I write this blog. It can be frustrating when I want to write something, but nothing comes out. Then I just do something else. My inspiration has a life of its own. No person can get it out from me. I don’t want to follow in anyone’s footsteps. I want to walk my own way. Everyone should be the best person they can be. You can get inspiration from a person or different things. As long as you get inspiration because life would be empty without it.

Bloganuary: What is something you wish you knew how to do?

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Day 5. There are a lot of things I wish I knew how to do. But then I could be here all day. I wished I wouldn’t be so indecisive. There are many things I want to do, but I don’t know what I should concentrate on first. This is a problem I’ve had since I had to decide what to do after school at 17. Everything seemed to be too dull for my liking. While I was thinking about what I wanted to do, others had already done more than I have. I feel a bit ashamed that I haven’t had a paying job. I’m an introvert and not very ambitious. I also don’t like taking risks. That’s one of the things I wish I knew how to do. Maybe then I would have more achievements. I just give up too easily at times.

I wish I knew how to tell things about myself. Especially when writing them down. I don’t know what people want to know. What does it even mean, tell something about yourself? Talking about myself isn’t easy. It feels awkward somehow when it shouldn’t. If I could write them down, it would be different. Talking face to face with someone about it is another matter. Even writing them down is difficult. I just don’t know what to say. It’s the same with cover letters in a job search. It’s a pain to get the words out, so I don’t want to do it. I wish I was better at that too.

I also wish I could feel at ease when meeting new people. I don’t know how to start a conversation without feeling I’m bothering them. I’ve tried during the years to be braver, but it still feels unfamiliar. I don’t have much in common with the people I’ve met in the past. I’m not a storyteller. I prefer listening to others. They think I don’t want to talk, so they don’t even approach me. The things people talk about doesn’t interest me. If they talked about the things I like, it would be different. Introverts are misunderstood by extroverts. Being shy is different from being introverted. Either way, we are all different, and people should accept that. We should learn from each other because then we can grow as humans. Not only that, but also grow as an individual.

Bloganuary: My only joy is a cuddly toy

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Day 4. When I was a child, I had many favourite toys. I’m a tomboy, so I liked cars. I got a lorry for Christmas, and I used to drag it around from a string. I think I was about 3 years old. I still have it. Once I got a remote-controlled wire car, but you had to walk while using it. I was a little disappointed because I wanted one that you could control from afar. I did play with dolls too. I had a pram for dolls that I used to go outside with. I also played with legos, play dough, finger colours and watercolours.

My favourite toys were these two.

The name of the girl doll is called Marika. She had a disc behind her back that laughing track on the other side, and when you turned the disc, it cried. She had a dummy of plastic in her mouth, and when you took it out, it played the track. Unfortunately, it stopped working later on. I dressed her up in different clothes. She was like a real baby. Once I took her with me on a road trip to Europe with my parents after my sister had died. We were in our car when the head of the doll fell out. I cried my eyes out. I was devastated. But my dad put it back, and everything was fine again. The other doll in the photo is a monchhichi monkey called Mon Ami. She was my sister’s at first. I took her on trips too. It used to be fluffy and had colours on her cheeks. Now it’s worn down. It is over 35 years, after all. It’s still very important to me.

Childhood toys will never be forgotten. I think everyone remembers what their favourite toys were. The kind of toys children have today is almost the same. They might be looking different, but they will stand the test of time. Toys are not always you only play with, it can also be a good comfort.