Birthweek- Day 2: Drinks at The Shard and Miracle Monday

 It's been a long time as I knew that today was going to be a Miracle Monday. It had to be as it's the last day when I'm 26. I'm really sorry I couldn't spend it with more of my friends as my phone died (as usual). But Miracle Monday today didn't let me down. 

 We went down to Tate Modern from St. Paul's, through my favorite bridge leading you to the museum with a posture of the cdathedral in the background. Today it was cool and misty, creating a magical postcard from a place I've never been yet, right around me. We went to see Paul Klee exhibition at Tate, and while we were queing to buy tickets the first miracle showed up. It was a lady with sincere brown eyes, asking us for a minute and apologizing for interrupting our conversation. Her name was Christine and she was French, as after living in London for over ten years her accent was still ringing at the end of the lines. She told me she had a membership pass and she can invite one person for an exhibition as a guest. 'It's amazing- said I. Tomorrow is my Birthday'. 

My Birthday Week- Woman Lifecycle

 I woke up today much later than I was supposed to just to realize that my Birthday Week has started. No, it's not a mistake and it has nothing to do with a wishful thinking. I always wanted to treat my Birthday Week as something special, even magical, celebrating not only one day, but several days of holiday. Not holiday in general meaning, but holiday as a time just for you, when you can do everything you want, everything you usually lack the time for. It was several years ago, when I invented how my Birthday Week should be. And I am planning to realize it now.

 Day 1

 There is nothing like getting new shoes. I know I said it already thousand of times but I'm going to say it once again. New shoes can easily clear away of the cobwebs around your mind. That is why after treating myself with a delicious black coffee and a strawberry muffin, I went out for shopping with my lovely Miss Muffin and Miss Indonesia 2014. I have to say that i hate shopping. Unless I run straight to the shelf full of shoes, pick the ones and they are just perfect. And that was it. I purchased lovely red platforms and high heel booties. Let's get my Birthday Week started. It's not like I had to immediately spoil with a take away meal but at least I fixed it with a glass of rose Echo Falls. Ca ira!

Mindwriting - an offer of a new hobby for every Absolutely Genius Writer

Recently I actively practice mindwriting. I was thinking a lot about starting to do some sport but as I hate gym, it's too cold to go for running and I don't have a swimsuit they don't produce my size in this country) I had to think twice. The idea of mindwriting came to me naturally on my coffee break and amazed me with it's functionality. It's completely effortless!- all you need is a brain in quite a good condition (no drugs, baby) and an ability to think equally about two things at the same time. It's easy, isn't it? Follow me- I'll explain you why is mindwriting a perfect hobby for a dreamer.

It's better than typing. You don't have absolutely any risk you will accidentally press the caps lock.

It's better than handwriting- your words always follow your thoughts. Moreover, the words are actually your thoughts. I am looking forward to the future when thoughts readers will be our typists so we can finally create effortlessly, with a smile of our faces. I could let myself get hibernated for that.

After discovering this such an amazing way of expression, I was happily marching through th grey scenario of lonely London. I was thinking about how many amazing posts had been already mindwritten, how many stories I'd just told to the random crowd of whispers. of course, you can't read it. There is an old fairy tale about a naked king who believed he wore indeed the most excellent outfit in the world, but only exceptionally wise people were able to see it. It used to be my favourite good night story.