Minimalism, ha?
It’s conference time for me. And the company I work for is paying for it. Which is great. 3 days mixing with, hopefully, like-minded people in a 4 star hotel ain’t bad. Gym, sauna, swimming pool – the usual trimmings. The actual conference content is also OK. There are at least two presentations I’m interested in.
And no, I’m not that spoilt. In fact, this is the first time I am able to go for full 3 days. The price tag on this event is a bit too heavy for a girl with a family. The more am intending to enjoy it this year then. It’s not the Oscars, of course. Not even close. But, and it’s a great but for me, the gala dinner comes with the formal dress. Which means I can finally wear something really smart, and not look out of place. Well, fingers crossed, I won’t.
So, ask me then how did I manage to spoil what could have been very relaxing 3 days? By volunteering to present, of course. On minimalism. Was I stupid or what?! So now, I had to spend the entire weekend writing that presentation, tearing my hair out, and worrying over nothing. And my presentation is on the last day, so I can’t just get it over with, and stop thinking about it. Don’t I just love complicating things for myself? Oh yes, I do. Of course, I’m into minimalism. Of course, it’ll be great to add this to my CV. But was it really necessary? I guess when I don’t push myself, I get bored. And when I do push myself, I get stressed. Just can’t seem to hit the right balance…
B for bored
Today is a very slow day. And yesterday was an even slower day. And I really must bring some good music for tomorrow, if I’m to make it through my day without falling asleep. All of this is, of course, my own fault. And yes, I am going to think about it. And, maybe even do something about it.
My dad’s opinion on the boredom subject was a very simple one. Only boring people get bored. Full stop. Which bodes very ill for me. And indeed, I have never seen my father being bored. Ever. With me, it seems that boredom attacks me on the regular basis. Oops.
There’s another flavour of boredom out there. Called nostalgia. As I am not a Russian aristocrat, I have never been affected by it. My mum seems to be. She keeps referring to all the GREAT things back there. And THE PROPER WAY things are done, etc. etc. But then, she’s always claimed to have tonnes of blue blood in her veins. So, she just might have an excuse. I just wish she stops comparing me with other people. It’s getting annoying. I do not wish to be a Russian living in the UK. I want to be me, living in the UK. And if it means that I do not cook borsch, then so be it. Not that I mind cooking borsch that much. 2.5 hours out of your life to make some soup is a bit excessive, tho. Personally, I prefer to cook Italian, and ideally, no more than 30 minutes to have it all ready. As a rule of thumb, the more time you spend cooking, the more dubious the result will be. A typical example is my yesterday’s meal. I cooked an aubergine pie (a posh version of Lamb and Aubergine Moussaka, basically). Yep, it’s Italian, and yep, it’s quite tasty. But it took me just over an hour, and left me with 5 pans to clean and a very messy kitchen. I had to make three different sauces from scratch. And it was SO not worth the hassle. Should have just grilled the goat cheese with honey, fried some pork and served it all with fresh salad or something.
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I’ve finally come to conclusion that writing a blog is not such a bad idea. In fact, it’s a great idea for people who do not like sharing personal stuff with those nearest and dearest. After all, the need to talk and get it off the chest is still there. I guess, I see blogging in the same way as talking to a stranger on the train. You don’t know me, I don’t know you. Things can never get awkward between us. I can be as stupid or as clever, as interesting or as boring as I choose to. And you can choose to ignore my ramblings. Free will at its best…
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