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Yesterday, one instagram account that I’ve been following recently created a meeting post. It is a good way to find new people to read and let others know yourself.
But what should I write about myself? Unlike others, I am not a journalist, or coach, or practical psychologist, or copywriter. I am just an average American, well, Russian-American, to be more specific – a Russian wife with the bee up my bum.
It’s good that my husband’s Russian wife can handle a hammer. But it’s even better when she knows what the word “hammer” means.
During our first summer together, Daniel, out of work, decided to renovate the house. He wanted to strengthen some boards in the basement. And I was supposed to help him.
As he climbed up and down the ladder I was wandering around. At one point, he asked me to hand him the hammer. I was giving him one by one all the tools that he had prepared for this project. Of course, the hammer was the last. But since then I have known the meaning of the word.
However, there’s a little misunderstanding. I still cannot pronounce correctly a hammer and a hummer. So when I talk to you, please, pay attention to the context.
In these difficult times, we have to adapt to new realities. Someone does not go out for weeks, someone walks every day, someone still goes to work, someone helps friends and neighbors, and someone does not believe that this is all serious. We do everything as we see fit. I really appreciate the work of the first responders and wish them all the best. But I am a little bit overwhelmed with these coronavirus’ news.
Today I took a break from making masks for frontline people.
My First spring in the US Daniel and I started to plant our gardens. We bought an apple tree, blueberry bushes. And Daniel had already planted blackberry bushes. I was really excited about that. I have never in my life eaten blackberries, as well as blueberries growing on the bush.
In the light of recent events, more and more people are facing restrictions on their freedom (freedom of movement mostly).
Presently I’m experiencing the freedom from work (staying at home). It started yesterday, and nobody knows how long it will last. But I have a freedom of choices: I can communicate with my husband (before he leaves for work), exercise, read, clean my house, knit, cook, go for a walk with a dog or alone, just don’t go to public places and meet with friends in person.
Can we call it freedom though? There is no correct answer, everyone decides for him(her)self.
“I am not going to worry about things I can’t control”, I hear that from my husband every now and then. It always calms me down. Right now I only need to accept the situation and enjoy this forced freedom from work.
But what do you think about freedom in general? What is freedom for you? Are you free?