The article is rejected
twice,
the time spent shrinks in my mind and the critical work
summed to a few pages.
Having a voice is all,
giving a contribution is hard.
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Cognitive reframing – Article in ThriveGlobal
Where do I spend my time? Is work really taking over my day?
I have combined an article about the importance of time from the cell level to our mindest and present a small trick to gain a more objective perspective on where we spend our time.
Cognitive reframing is a very powerful trick to shed a new light on our daily routine and how we spend our time. (link to ThriveGlobal)
Warm like bread
The bed is too big for us,
Who search hands and check on each other.
The apartment is too big for us,
Who eat sitting nearby and from the same plate.
The city is too big for us,
Who share passions and destinations.
The world is too big for us,
Who travel together and fight the two body problem.
Lab with view
These Windows let the questions in
And connect me to the feelings
Outside The lab.
This screen throws personalities
And judgement
Towards my learning heart.
My zone
Like a panoramic balcony
Or a fast black bike,
My zone fits me.
Pins my feet down and my fingers up,
While my thoughts travel and evolve
Planning my version of my future.
It has a fresh breeze
Even when indoor
And always has a START sign.
Silent hand
I support with my orders,
My leadership annoys you
Yet keeps the boat afloat
And the night tight.
Your silence and complaints
Support me in the days
Of fights and hateful discussions
Worth a soft touch.
Future today
What hides in the grass
Grown in this day of transition?
Fruits like Easter eggs
Are hard to see,
Yet precious and rewarding
For the eye of the naïve.
Work, health, friends, emails, future plans
Are ripening hidden in the green
Of hope and routine.
Zoom out
The struggle is to simplify
Spotting what makes a true difference
From what makes naturally chaos.
Zooming out of the daily vibrations,
The value of affection and loyalty
Comes through the days of silence
Empowered and solid.
Horizon mark
A thin line defines the border
At the end of the hills
and before the blue.
Green and yellow
mark a new season that is arriving
And drives me to wonder
What is next.
