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Sweet taste of sweat and pain

I went to watch my friend playing volleyball for the first time. Their team was just a group of friends who decided to join a charity tournament ( that was my brief understanding of the situation anyway, but don't hold me to it). I was sitting on the side on my own and all those sweet memories came back from high school. I did my fair share of volleyball, have a few years behind me. Practised weekly, was on the school team and we entered competitions in season. Watching them made me think about the other girls, how strong they were, how hard we fought and how big part of my life it was back then. I remembered all those little things we did as a routine during the game, who was the best at what, what my strength was, and suddenly I wanted to get on the game. But then I was watching the game, and someone made a mistake. And all those memories of shame, pain and humiliation hit me at once. We were fighting hard, but it was never enough. We put all the sweat and time in every move...

Drága Artúr - Amelyikben bemutatlak a világomnak

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Drága Artúr, Ma ünnepeljük, hogy fél éves lettél. Mire ezeket a sorokat olvasni fogod, hiszem, hogy elég idős leszel, hogy talán kicsit is megértsd, amiről beszélek. Adja a sors, hogy felét se éld át mindazon nehézségeknek, amiken én túlestem, amikbe beleroppantam, amikkel most harcolok, s amik még előttem állnak; de remélem, hogy azok a felemelő élmények, az élet édes pillanatai számodra is elérhetőek lesznek egy napon, amiket valaha én is átélhettem. Had mondjam el elsősorban, hiszen ez lesz a legfontosabb dolog, amit valaha is mondhatok neked, és tudom, hogy nem egyszer fogom ezt neked elismételni az életben: Egyszerűen egy csoda vagy. Nem igazán döntöttem még el, hogy hiszek e a csodákban egyáltalán. Legtöbbször, ha meg is esnek, nem tartanak többé három napnál, ahogy a mondás is tartja, tehát te igazán nagy csoda vagy, ráadásul olyan, ami örökké tart. Az élet nem osztogatja csak úgy a jó dolgokat, mint az ingyen mintát szokták a boltokban. Harcolni kell értük, küz...

Dear Arthur - The one where I introduce you to my world

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Dear Arthur, Today we celebrate your first six months of existence. I believe by the time you ever find these letters, you will be old enough just to understand the things I am going to tell you. May the odds be in your favour for you not to go through some of the battles I have conquered, lost, fought and yet to face in life, but I truly wish you will be able to see some of the rainbows of the sky and the silver linings of the clouds that shown themselves to me in the past years. Let me just say it, as it is the most important thing I will ever tell you, and I am sure I will keep repeating this until my last breath: You are simply a miracle. I am still not sure if I believe in miracles at all. Usually if they do happen, they don't last long, therefore you are the only one that I know will last. Life doesn't just give good things to you, handing them out like they are going out of date. You need to fight for them, you need to work for achievements, for recognitio...

The real will power

Once a very wise person told me "you have time for anything if you make time for it yourself". And it is one of the biggest truths I have ever been taught. If you really want something to happen, you just need to make it happen. If I really wanted to iron my shirt in the morning, I would have spent less time in the shower, and spend that extra 3 minutes sorting out my uniform. If I really cared to get somewhere in time, I would have made sure to catch the right bus. If I really wanted to see someone, I would have made time for them. If I really wanted to achieve my goal, I would have fought for it more. If I really cared for other people, I would have tried to do everything to help them out. If I really wanted you in my life, then I  would have made the effort to make it happen.  There is so little we can control in the world, but there is so much we can do in life. But it is easier to find the excuses and to say no, I couldn't do anythi...

Work as a lifestyle? Am I ready?

When I was young, I always wanted to just grow up and get started on my career. I could not wait to start working, that is why I looked for my first job as soon as I turned 16. In England, after you finish your GCSEs and turn 16, you can leave education and start "the big LIFE". In Hungary, you need to finish high school, and be 18 to start working properly. And even though I was all about working, I went to university because I thought it was very important. (This might be because of the Hungarian mentality of needing to get papers of your education, and the general push towards higher education. I think it is a great approach, however, it can be quite off-putting for the less ambitious teens.) At university, I was determined to find a job straight away, not just because I needed to support myself financially, or because I understand the importance of job experience in the future, but because I really wanted to. I still have two part time jobs alongside my studies, and I ...

A shout out to all of our work legends

To be able to work in hospitality, and in this recent case, on reception, you must have many skills. To give amazing service, you must put in your heart, just to make those few seconds, minutes, or hours special while you are interacting with your guests. But in order to be able to look in the mirror and see a human being at the end of your day, you also must learn not to let the mean comments get to you. For some, it is not hard at all, for others, it might seem impossible to live by the "water off a duck's back" saying.  It took me a great deal to get used to people looking down on me, and I still raise an eyebrow when some guests are trying to offend me just to attempt to get what they want, let that be a free stay, free food, a bottle of wine or just to let the steam off their chests. Most of the time it isn't even personal, they are just saying whatever comes to their minds, and I know, I just happen to be the person they have found with their anger. However, ...

Dear Lilla

Stop being a worrier and be a f*cking warrior. You will thank me. Kind regards, Lilla