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Gerrianne Pennings

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Day 252 – Waiting

So I am waiting. Waiting for a car to pick me up. In the mean time, I am answering emails that have been in my inbox for way too long. I am making myself some fresh Saturday morning coffee and... Continue Reading →

Day 199 – Daily miracle

The moment right after a sunset. When the last little bit of light creeps in. Soon enough you will have to light a candle or turn a switch. But for a few precious moments, you can still see what's around... Continue Reading →

Day 185 – You were lost!

I've heard this expression now a couple times already. On the streets, or just in general. I haven't quite figured out what it means yet, but it is sort of a way to ask if someone is okay. A kind... Continue Reading →

Day 167 – Grasp the little moments

Sunshine on the wall. Bright pink tulips. I know that the moment will be gone in minutes, so I grab my phone and take a picture. But in a matter of seconds, I forgot about the picture. The sun disappeared and I continued with what I was doing before. Later I remembered the picture and I posted it on Instagram. Remembering the inner smile and the sense of urgency that I had to capture the moment. But I seem to be too busy to hold on to it.

Day 122 – Saying ‘no’

I don't know about you, but I find saying 'no' one of the hardest things in the world. But I do believe that being successful, or even just simply not getting a burn-out, is to say 'no'. Today I received a beautiful, hand-made wedding invitation in the mail. I want to attend that day and share in the joy of a new chapter in the life of friends, but on the same day is important family event celebrating 60 years of marriage of my grand parents. Both on opposite sides of the country. I can't be in both places at the same time, so I am going to have to say 'no' to one of them.

Day 97 – Time, you are enough

Enough time. It is the endless battle between the clock and me. In general we are on good speaking terms, but somehow the perfectionist in me always seems to want an extra hour of sleep, but also an extra hour to finish that email or call that friend. Time. It always helps me to think that everyone has the same amount of time in a day. Time in minutes and hours is in the end some sort of man-made construction. Nothing to worry about, but why then does it occupy my thoughts all the time?

Day 94 – New old city

Today I cycled around in Utrecht. The city that was my first home outside my parent's place. I moved here when I was 18 and started with university. I lived here for about 3,5 years and then I moved to Spain. I loved my time in Utrecht and came back regularly. To see friends, to have dinner here or just to walk around in these city streets. Today I cycled around in my new old city.

Day 88 – The infinity of camp

So today was Amsterdam filled day! Tourist in my own country. Not that we could see much, since the whole city was filled with fog. Yet Amsterdam has something mythical. Some streets and houses seem like they came straight out of a fairy tale. The bridges, canals, houses, history. They make Amsterdam just a little bit different than any other city. 

Day 82 – What leek tells me about self care

Fresh leek and some potatoes, making my own curry sauce and put it in the oven. That's about all it takes to get a nice meal ready. On Tuesday I wrote about sharing meals. Today I cooked one again. Preparing food is just a part of every day life for me. Because I am fortunate to have food every day. But then why do I keep forgetting that it isn't normal.

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