Winter Memories

Hello there, it's me again!
Believe it or not I'm still alive and so ready to keep blogging!

It feels a bit weird to blog about winter when the flowers have started to appear in every corner, the fields look greener and the sunlight feels warmer. Yes! It's spring! I love spring! Then, why am I writing about winter? Well, if I had to choose a favourite season I think I couldn't but something inside me makes me love winter a little bit more (it may be because I love Christmas or because I was born in January).

Even though the weather in Valencia is pretty warm and sunny during the whole year, this past week it's been rainy and colder than it is suposed to be in this time of the year. The kind of weather that make you want to snuggle in a blanket wearing your comfiest onesie, to drink a big cup of coffee and to read your favourite book and listen to sad songs while the smell of candles burning invades the whole room... omg I just love it!
So it was one of those days and I was in this super boring math class sat next to the window looking at the outside watching the rain falling and I couldn't help but remember those winter days. Then all the wintery pictures that I took a couple months ago came to my mind and I thought that it would be nice to share them with you. Hope you enjoy them!!

As I've said before, we don't see the snow very often where I live, so when we do, we go crazy...

We even build snowmen who are taller than me (which is not that weird when you are a short girl)

And if all those pictures have made you feel cold, here's this cute dog that will melt your heart as he did to me when I saw him trembling in a corner in the town we were staying. Just look at those eyes! He was so devastatingly cute that I wanted to keep him but I couldn't *insert a crying emoji here*

Watching all this pictures makes me miss winter and everything related to it, like wearing thick knitted sweaters or to light the fireplace. Missing things or people sucks because it means that what you had is not with you anymore/for a while but it's okay to miss because it means that it happened. It's way worse to miss things that you never did, words that you never said, feelings that you never had or people that you never met, trust me.
I think that we should say "I miss you" more often , we all need to feel loved or even needed. So whenever you feel like you have to say it, do it and I'm sure that they will appreciate it.

And all this being said I just have to say: Until next time! I will MISS YOU!!

Love you all, Mar Xx

My Fear

Everybody has a fear. I have a fear. Well, I wish it was just one.

I have a fear of balloons, a phobia called Globophobia. There are thousands of different phobias, some of them are considered as ''normal'' because they are more popular like claustrophobia or arachnofobia but there's a huge world of phobias often called weird and stupid. I hate when people make fun of it and think that I could beat my fear if they put a balloon on my face and start squeezing it. NO! I panic!! I have a panic attack. I start sweating, shaking and crying when they do that. So, what's the funny thing about doing it? Is it fun making people cry? Do they laugh about someone wanting to die? Do they think it's okay to attack someone where it hurts them the most when they just tell them their weakness?

I'm not sure of where does this phobia comes from but it's been getting stronger as I have grown up. I remember the day I realized that this phobia existed and that there was other people like me. I was eleven and I was at a birthday party. I was having fun trying to keep myself away from ballons/people holding balloons. Then I saw a boy running scared and hiding under a table from a girl with balloons trying to cath him. In that moment I knew that I wasn't the only one and I felt confident about it for the first time in forever. But this confidence lasted for a few seconds after I heard a boy laughing and saying "Look at him! He has globophobia! He's so weird!"  If I heard those words now, I could have tell that boy that it is okay to be like that and it wouldn't have affected me that much but the eleven-year-old me kept that fear inside and felt strange and out of place, and the worst part, she didn't tell anybody about her fears in a long time. I wish I could have been braver.

This sucks. I hate being afraid of something that is normally related to celebrations and happy times. I hate not being able to have fun at parties because my eyes are focused on balloons. 

Globophobia hurts. It hurts watching people you used to love and considered as friend start to making fun of you, and even though you tell them to stop with tears in your eyes, they keep pinching balloons and putting them close to you. It hurts me watching my friends rejecting to have fun in school parties (which are full of balloons) because they are supporting me and helping me to stay calmed. It hurts me that my friends are forced to run away from balloons with me and distract me going somewhere else when I know they may prefer to stay.

Even though globophobia has brought me bad things, it also has helped me. It has helped me to understand that different is beautiful. I used to be really ashamed of that ''weird'' fear but as I have been growing up I have learnt to deal with that. Now I introduce myself like: Hello, my name is Mar and I am globophobic. I now even enjoy the gesture they put on their faces and say: Really?. I don't know why but I find it really funny.

 It also has helped me to find out who are my real friends. The ones who stay with me when I have a panic attack (even though I never told them that I was dying inside), the ones who will always pick up the phone when I need to speak to somebody because the people around me were the ones that caused me so much pain, the one that never judge me because of it and support and help me from more than 5000 km away. They know who they are and I am extremely grateful to have them in my life.

Show everybody who you are and do it proudly!!

You deserve to be happy, to be okay with who you are. It sometimes may get difficult to achieve it so I have given you a list of some of the things that have helped me:

1. Find someone you feel comfortable with and tell him/her about your fears.

2. Keep away from any negative mind.

3. Find the one that inspires you the most: your mother, your best friend,  your favourite celebrity... (in my case it always has been Taylor Swift)

4. Apreciate more every little thing (like morning walks, waking up with the sunlight, a smile...)

5. Try to smile more

6. Never listen to the ones telling you to do something you don't want to and you know it won't help you.

7. Find people like you in some association or anywhere else. In my case Tumblr was really helpful, you may be amazed of how many people like me I found.

Hope you enjoyed that post and I hope it helped you in some way. I just wanted you to feel better with who you are and help the ones with a phobia or fear. 

Love you all!!! <3

A day in the woods.

Hello lovely people!It's me again!
I'd like to show you some of the pictures I took last month when my family and I ran away from the highways, cars, traffic... and went to the place where the air is worth breathing and you will never feel stressed (which was something I really needed during exam period).

Thankfully I was born in a family that loves traveling and feels a great respect for nature so it is impossible to me not to be that way.

My mom and brother exploring the woods

It was a rainy day and I LOVED the light. At first I thought it was going to be difficult to take pictures because I had to protect the camera of getting wet but as soon as we were down the trees we didn´t get wet but I still could hear the rain pouring. It was absolutely magical. If I had to live a moment for the rest of my life that one will be on the top 5 for sure.

Sadly, we came back with a bag full of cans and trash that other people had left there. It made me feel really really sad and mad. I really can't understand how someone could ruin such a beautiful place because they don't want to take with them their trash. The World is full of this kind of people and I HATE THEM. Please don't be like that.

I love this picture because it describes perfectly how different can be beautiful.

Thank you for reading!
Love you! Be happy! Xx