It was quite difficult for me to find anything interesting to write about for this week as it has been very quiet all of a sudden... I am used to drowning under my responsibilities and I just took time off or something. This week's Ten Thing of Thankful felt a bit more generic to me because of that..

But, if you enjoy positivity and smiling while reading other people's blogs, you can find the other entries in the link-up, or maybe you wanna write your own...

Ten Thing of Thankful #5

First — doing "nothing."

After the pressure I had been under for the past few weeks, this week felt blissful.

I tidied up the home a bit, but mostly I've been gaming (ESO), drinking beer, writing, or lying on the bed listening to music.

Second — poetry.

For years I hadn't created anything particularly cool in my own eyes; I just read a lot ...

However, I think I have finally found myself after a period of trying to be a 19th-century writer.

It's a 21st-century woman.

Third — writing communities.

When I started my old blog at fourteen or so, I never dared to join any blog hops because I didn't think I would fit in. Even though writing poetry and reading were a huge part of my life and identity, I never took myself seriously as an author.

Somehow, by accident, I found a few blog hops that have helped me with the motivation to keep writing and bettering my skills; one thing is the imagination, but putting it on paper is a whole other thing…

Those communities are awesome, and a few of them have a loose enough form for someone like me to participate too.

Currently, I am participating in the Six-Sentence Story hoppers and dVerse Poets.

Fourth — music.

Not any particular kind, either. I have been ping-ponging between Black Metal, Progressive Metal, Deathcore, Indie, EDM, Frenchcore, Arab love songs and Synthwave, with some Jazz and Disco thrown in between.

Oh, and Chopin, and Lucas King...

This is how I relax.

Fifth — my ability to keep my cool.

One of my comments on Facebook was interpreted in a way I hadn't anticipated, and I was called racist, emotionally immature, and told that I had some growing up to do. Luckily I am not the type to reply by calling names...

It all happened because I said that people shouldn't date outside their culture unless they are prepared to make some adjustments. I didn't mean it in a cruel way; rather, I meant that those relationships often require clear communication, understanding, and a willingness to compromise.

Later, I reread the post and realized that, rather than replying with "it's a culture thing" to the part where a man wanted to pick a woman up for a first date, people probably thought I was responding to the part where he couldn't understand why she wasn't willing to give him her address.

Anyway, I was once again smacked in the face by the realization that I tend to communicate in a way that makes perfect sense in my own head while expecting everyone else to arrive at the same conclusion.

Unfortunately, that isn't always how communication works.

Sixth — my muse.

It feels like the lazy bastard finally decided it was time to come back to me; however, I spent countless of hours on wrestling with my fourth-of-June poetry piece.

I kept editing it until changing a single word made the poem hiss at me...

Good muse.

Missed their input.

Seventh — rain.

The other evening, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling with my window in the ventilation position. The smell of rain reminds me of my youth, when I ran out of the house barefoot to take a "shower" in the rain with my clothes still on and my mother would yell at me to come back inside....

The sound of it on the roof is also one of the most relaxing songs nature has ever composed.

I also like the sound of the sea or a river...

Eight— the studio monitors that were loaned to us years ago.

Whatever song I throw through these sounds so good and pure compared to any set of speakers I have ever owned.

Wizardry...

Ninth — my dance moves.

By "dance moves," I mean twitching uncontrollably in the middle of the kitchen while making a sandwich.

It may not be particularly graceful, but it does wonders for the mood,

much like this thankful hop.

Tenth — something.

Something to do with the thankfuls blog-hop.

There's more of my work:

If you like short stories I have them scooped up into one category (including the six-sentence stories).

The Nervous Poet at the SSC&B can be followed here.

There is also poetry.

More personal entries can be found at the Blog.

There's also the IT studies blog in Estonian and "Chaos in Spring" on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.