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 Yeah, I've joined NaNoWriMo. It'll be my first one. I'm determined on finishing my novel (which will be my second one). And scared as hell. Because, all your ideals and believes, they're not real! But I am. Thinking about my novel-to-be feels a lot like that quote (by Lara Croft's lover, Terry Sheridan). It's three days until the frenzy begins. I have an outline sketch, a few sentences on the

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I'm really, really glad to inform the general public that number 56 on my 101 in 1001 list, go back to Trogir and sit below the ceiling of its cathedral once more, is done, as of the day before yesterday. It happened totally on random, but it's been great. Thing is, I think they're cleaning it right now as we speak. So, had I come only a couple of months later, the feeling I loved would be gone

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A couple of days ago it turned a month since I've created my 101 in 1001 list, and since I've been thinking about it quite a lot lately, I reckon' I'd write a post about the progress of the 101 things on the list - at least the ones I'm making progress in. It brings me great joy, and, after all, this blog does serve as a way to share my experience with the 101 in 1001 thing. Yeah, that's a lot

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It's strange, actually. There seem to be no exceptions to this. The one thing that is always sure to make you feel better... ...is exercise. It has something to do with our internal body chemistry. (It's endorphins, that I know. Wish I knew more.) The thing is that I feel it, no matter what the doctors say. The hardest part is to start the exercise, almost every time, but once you're in, the

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Recently I've found myself in a strange, strange situation. It's been almost a month since I've begun doing things I need to do on a regular basis. Writing papers for college. Meeting all my responsibilities, writing down all my appointments. I can't claim to have lived this way for the whole month, but for a better part of it, yes. I've become... a not-so-lazy-anymore person. I'm doing

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Making mistakes is one of the easiest things in this world. It's what comes afterwards that worries me. I'm not going to spread out the story of my life here, I don't even want to relive the past week and all the goodness it brought me (through my own doing, of course). I just want to focus for a moment on this feeling, the feeling after making quite a big mistake, and having hurt another (

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You know when you start one journey or one project and another one just shows up, around the corner, demanding your attention? The same happened to me couple of days ago, during a conversation with my other half, when I realized that the time had come for me to redefine my sense of self. It's a tricky thing, this self. I thought I knew mine on a first-name basis, but now it seems that I was wrong

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I would never dream of teaching anybody anything (unless it's even remotely connected to sewing or SF ;). I do not claim, or have any illusions, that I have any skill, when it comes to minimalism, or that I could help even one person to make their dreams come true. I've given up on the idea of changing the world a long time ago - now I'm just doing my best to change myself. My posts are

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I'm becoming a minimalist. No, seriously. I'm taking it one tiny step at a time (and a couple of huge ones along the way, like creating this blog). A couple of days ago, an idea stepped carefully into the vast (and cluttered!) realms of my mind (both the conscious and the unconscious parts) - why don't I make one minimalist decision every day? That day, that Monday the 1st, it was only

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After five days of trying to watch the sun rise, I've finally managed to get a glimpse of the red through the snow clouds this Sunday. Can you imagine the thrill I went through while rushing through the kitchen (yes, I am lucky enough to have an east-facing kitchen in this flat), opening the window in hope and finally getting my reward for a week of rising way too early and seeing just one

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Finally found a name for The Need... ...and it's Freedom. That's what I'm striving for. That's what I've been dreaming about ever since I've opened my eyes. That's what's been missing all these years, while I was just trying to find myself a place in this world we've been given and not end up alone and broke. (I haven't found the right place yet, though. My hometown of Rijeka, Croatia does

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photo by mkrigsman / CC BY-NC 2.0 I hate selling stuff to friends. All my life, one way or the other, I've been obsessing over money. Whether I had it or not didn't really matter. What mattered was that I was always trying to get more money, but not actually by working for it, but by selling stuff I made myself (bags, jewelery, tiny crochet thingies etc.). Somehow I always ended selling stuff

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My "sunrise watch" every morning turned out totally different than I expected. Like this morning - the sky was just gray all over! There was no sun, no moon, no anything. I was awake at the "real" time of the sunrise, but saw nothing. And now, does it count as watching the sun rise or not? It does feel like it, but... I am counting it, but will do my best to replace these misty days with some

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I picked up this idea sometime while reading Olivia's Powered by Tofu blog. The idea of doing 101 things that make you happy (or, at least, laugh) in nearly three years in the future makes me feel... like I've finally found a list of goals that I instinctively want to do. (I've read a lot about setting goals during the last year, and it's just recently been Leo of mnmlist.com to show me that

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Hi there.I've just started this blog because I can't take reading and being just a spectator anymore. I've tried to write all things important to me before, but in Croatian, my native tongue, and realized that it ain't gonna get me anywhere, at least not the way I was doing it. (And here's the how: waaaay to personal, with extra long sentences, running through one interest for every two weeks,

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