A little walk (or two)

Still on the topic of making the most of our days before the summer ends and school starts again, this weekend we did quite a lot of walking; yesterday, on the North side, in Malahide village and around the castle grounds, and today, on the South side, in Glendalough and Bray. Thanks, Cristina, Isabel and Irene!

Photo of a landscape with a hill on the left, trees on the right and grass fields in the middle, with a round stone tower rising in a distant field, against a cloudy sky. At the bottom there´s a water stream flanked by pebbles and rocks, and surrouded by plants

(Landscape picture from this morning, with the ruins of Glendalough monastery in the distance.)

The truth is that Ireland, when the weather is good (and even if it´s drizzling a bit, right girls?), is a fantastic place for walking, whether it´s trekking along one of the many tourist routes available or simply strolling in a local park. There are cool things to see everywhere, many of them blue and green.

The most outstanding colour we saw, of course, was green; no wonder we live in the Emerald Isle. It was a stark contrast with our homeland, Extremadura, which gets so dry during the summer (and this summer in particular, unfortunately, not only dry but also burnt). The blue hasn´t been very intense these days, with the sky as cloudy as it was most of the time, but we enjoyed it all regardless, coming across lakes and water streams, a little waterfall, and to top it all off, the sea. The more serious note was provided by the stone grey in castles and monasteries, and the touch of colour and joy, by the many flowers adorning the streets, the houses and the fields along the way.

As I said, fantastic place. Also because walking has a therapeutic effect, enhancing our physical, mental and emotional wellbeing.

I have to admit that I generally find it difficult to leave the house, especially during the winter, and also that I´m not a huge fan of nature and adventure. But once I´m out, I find that I love walking; it makes me feel so much better (which probably happens to everyone). So, knowing what I know, I look for strategies that help me get out even if I don´t feel like it, because I know that it will be good for me, and that I will be thankful for it in the future.

Even Seneca said it, several centuries ago:

We must go for walks out of doors, so that the mind can be strengthened and invigorated by a clear sky and plenty of fresh air.

This school year, my goal is to keep a habit of going out for a walk every now and then. How about you? Are you in?

Making the most of my days

I´ve been back home in Ireland for a full week now, after the holidays; in a few more days, the girls will be here as well. It´s time to start pre-preparing to get back to school...

There´s something that tends to happen to me every year around this time; thankfully, it no longer takes me by surprise: I arrive in Dublin with renewed energy and a mental list of things I want to get done, and I get off to a great start. The first day is the best; it´s fantastic because the to-do list is so long that it doesn´t matter where I start. I always accomplish a lot, and feel that I´m being super productive.

But then, as days go by, I realise that time is faster at passing than I am at crossing things off the list. It starts to become apparent that I´m not going to have enough time to do "everything" (especially when that "everything" keeps growing, as I come up with more things to add to the list), and that´s when I start to feel stressed out.

Now, add that to the fact that the end of the summer is approaching, so I feel like I want to rest and enjoy a little bit more before getting back to the routine (going to see blue and green, for example, as my friend Bea would say), and the list gets even longer... Plus, ¡the weather is so nice these days! Usually, August here in Ireland is not great, but this year is the exception, and we need to make the most of it.

So in summary, I´m running out of time, and there are still pending tasks. But I feel happy regardless. Why? For several reasons:

  • Because I was able to cross off a few pending things that were weighing me down, and I feel I´m making progress.
  • Because these ups and downs no longer affect me that much, as I know they´re natural in me, so I no longer beat myself up for not being able to achieve the impossible task of finishing an endless list.
  • And above all, because I´ve been redefining my concepts of "being productive" and "making the most of time", expanding them to include important things that were not included before.

Leisure activities can also be productive, when balanced appropriately with work. Time spent resting is time well spent. And a chat with friends or a walk in the park are well worth investing an afternoon.

(Photo taken the other day in St. Stephen´s Green)

How about you? How are you "making the most" of these days?

Untranslatable (ish) words: overexplaining

Today's word is a verb in English for which the exact equivalent in Spanish is very rarely used, so I'm including it in my list of untranslatables: overexplaining, loosely translated as "dar demasiadas explicaciones", that is, explaining too much..

Photo of a comic book cover: Disney´s Phineas and Ferb classic comic collection, 3 in 1

(This is the cover of a Phineas and Ferb comic book we have at home; if you´re wondering why I chose this picture, keep on reading.)

A literal translation in one word would be sobreexplicar, which does exist in the dictionary, but I never use it; I feel that if I do, I'm going to have to explain its meaning, and that's going to take me longer than saying it in a longer way 😀

Do you also tend to overexplain? I've been doing it my whole life; my sister used to point it out to me, though I've been able to reduce it considerably over the years, as I became more aware of it and kept working to progressively improve. I believe this happens mainly when we try to justify an action we've taken or a decision we've made, in order to obtain approval from someone else, or avoid their judgement.

But just as likely, it could have nothing to do with the other person. What could be happening is that, in reality, we're justifying ourselves, repeating the reasons why we do what we do, perhaps because deep down we're not entirely sure, and we think maybe things could have been done better, or perhaps because we feel a bit guilty for whatever reason.

And a third scenario I can think of is a general tendency to tiptoe through life, as if asking for permission, seeking validation for every single thing we do. Perhaps due to a constant fear of making mistakes, or a belief of not holding enough authority in certain areas, or even a feeling of not having the right to be where we are in life... This is something that mostly happens to women, and to other minorities, too. As you can imagine, self-confidence plays a significant role here.

So, what can we do about it? The first step, as always, is to become aware of it. To observe ourselves. And whenever we catch ourselves overexplaining, let's be curious and investigate what's hiding behind that behaviour. That way, we will be able to identify specific situations we can work on improving, and get more confident in the areas that matter most to us.

(By the way, if while observing we notice someone else who, in our opinion, is overexplaining, we can also exercise our curiosity and find out what's happening there: could it be that they're nervous, and it is in our power to help them somehow? Or perhaps we are the ones getting impatient and wanting them to finish, so that we can say our piece or move on to the next topic?)

We can also come to discover that, more than a lack of self-confidence in expressing ourselves, the origin is a much deeper problem: our acts and decisions not being fully aligned with our internal values, and that causing us discomfort (a version of what psychologists call cognitive dissonance). In those cases, we resort to repeating like parrots our programmed explanations, our own ones or the ones we inherited, in order to justify ourselves and make the discomfort disappear, at least for a while.

This week, I encourage you to observe how many explanations you give (or not) in any given day, and to reflect on what's behind each of those explanations. If you'd like to share your observations with me, I'll be delighted to read you.

Personally, I'm very proud of a recent achievement of mine: I was able to answer a question in the way Phineas and Ferb would. Phineas and Ferb are the main characters in an absolutely brilliant Disney Channel animation show, and my heroes when it comes to answering questions from adults with total self-confidence, and without overexplaining!

Closed for vacation (II)

A little over a year ago (thirteen months, to be exact), I wrote a blog post with the title Closed for vacation, from the same place where I am right now: my happy place (thanks a million, Javi and Fátima, for welcoming us these days).

In that article, I wrote about the many changes I was going through at the time, and the new phase that was beginning for me and my family.

A year (and a month) later, again I feel it´s been a hectic year, full of changes, and with even more changes on the way, some of them chosen by us and being planned for, and some that I´m sure will come along to surprise us.

Photo of a swimming pool at sunset

(I´m a year behind with my photos... This one is from last summer, and it still doesn´t do justice to the gorgeous sunsets in this place).

Next school year is going to be interesting, with two university students at home (we´re so excited about you joining us, Isabel, we will sorely miss you, Quique), and a few other things I´ll tell you about in due course. For the moment, we still have the month of August to enjoy.

Not surprisingly, I found a quote that I think fits perfectly with today´s topic. I heard or read somewhere that we don´t come to this life to be happy, but to solve problems, and I completely agree, though I also think that through those problems we solve and those challenges we overcome we acquire the ability to be happy, no matter our circumstances.

The measure of success is not whether you have a tough problem to deal with,
but whether it is the same problem you had last year.

John Foster Dulles