Gratitude Alert

So this will be something like story time with Luna. Today I visited my grandmother, she lives near Zagreb and my mommy was also there. After finishing lunch, hanging out a bit with my family, me and my mom had to go to catch a train back home.

The train station is walking distance from my grandma’s home so we walked and after some time, before us there was a man and a little girl which was his daughter and they were clearly very poor and were begging from house to house for food and old stuff they could sell or old iron. They had like a little cart loaded with all stuff they gathered from different homes and they took a break because the girl was thirsty. The father opened this juice for her to drink and then we crossed paths with them. The girl returned the juice to her father and she said Good Day to me and my mom and wished us a Merry Christmas. My heart broke at that point.

It’s nothing unusual to see a scene like that in Zagreb where people beg for money and food but something about this little girl was just breaking my heart. It’s always cold in Croatia during December and I was really happy to see that she was well dressed during this cold day. She had boots, a hat, a thick jacket so at least she wasn’t cold. I honestly wondered if they had a place to sleep.

After a few steps the girl talked to us again a bit and then she and her father went on. She was happily jumping and skipping next to her father as he was pushing the heavy cart filled with stuff. The girl started singing We wish you a Merry Christmas and her father joined her. My heart was breaking for them but the sight of them being happy with what they had and singing together on the street just made me feel…something. I can’t put a finger on it or describe it with a word. It was like a general, pure, not corrupted feeling of being in the presence of pure gratitude. I honestly hope they have a warm place to sleep in.

Now we fast forward a bit to me and my mom arriving to the train station in Zagreb. We stopped at a shop to get some water and then we went to the station. There was a woman with a suitcase, a big bag, a dog she was holding on a leash which was tied to her wrist and her baby was in a special seat that resembled a child’s car seat (to give you a better description). As my mom and I were approaching the station I observed that woman for a second and realized she was looking around, not paying attention to her child. The child leaned towards her, extended her arms for her mom to hold her and the baby girl fell out of the seat and, thank God, landed on her feet and not her head. I just stopped walking and stared at that event. I could not believe my eyes. The child wasn’t hurt, I understand that children fall a lot, especially before they start walking, but this girl fell because her mother was not paying attention to her. I do not believe that a parent can have his focus on a child 24/7 but this baby was in a seat and was NOT TIED IN ANY WAY OR SECURED IN THE SEAT and her mother was not paying attention to her. The girl of course proceeded to cry loudly.

I observed her mother for a while after. She put the baby girl on the ground and the baby was holding to the seat while the dog was running around her. The child could clearly not stand straight and she was craving her mother’s attention. All she did was extend her arms to her mom wanting to be held. I felt this sudden urge to go and take the child and hold her in my hands but I knew that well… that is not really socially acceptable and that her mother would kill me. She then proceeded to put the baby on the train station bench, she gave her a cookie, the dog was also taking bites out of that cookie and started to jump all over the girl’s feet which didn’t look very safe since a child cannot hold her stability while sitting. Her mother seemed very annoyed and frustrated as if her child was a great inconvenience for her. That whole scene just made me so angry and then it made me remember the girl I saw just half an hour prior to that event.

I spent my ride back to my apartment just trying to wrap my mind about the two events I witnessed today. How can someone clearly live in great struggle and go singing down the street, while someone else who clearly has a lot in life can behave as that mother did. She didn’t look as if she was going to beg for money or food. Since she had a suitcase, a child in a special seat and was well dress I am assuming she has a warm home and food on the table. How? Just how?

It made me think about all of the things I personally own which I take for granted and do not realize how incredibly lucky I am to have these things. This day was just a big red gratitude alert and I wanted to share it with you all. I think that every now and then we need to be reminded of how blessed we are

Hope this wasn’t a boring post for you guys.

Sending love and positive vibes,

Luna

Positivity Press #57

Let me tell you a little story that happened this week to me. It was Thursday. I worked my morning shift and after work I went to grab some food and a beer with my friend from work. We spent a few hours together, talking, everything was great. I went on a tram and after a few stops I felt dizzy. It wasn’t pain. It was like I couldn’t actually feel my body. I just felt weak at the knees. I started walking slowly to the exit even thought I wasn’t near my friend’s apartment. I just had to get the fuck out of there because I couldn’t breathe. My body was just going numb and my face, legs and arms were tingling.

When I got off at a station, I saw a bit of space on the bench and I sat down. There was like 4 older women to my right and one to my left. I was just getting worse. I have problems with my thyroid and I knew it was one of those damn attacks I have because of it. I was clearly, obviously struggling to even breathe and no one asked me if I was okay. There was a bunch of people around me and no one noticed or even cared that there was someone sitting beside them suffocating.

I had to take off my jacket but since I was running out of air and my hands were numb I just couldn’t. The one that was sitting next to me turned her head and saw me struggling to take my jacket off. She asked me if I was feeling alright and helped me take my jacket of. No one but her even noticed me.

She was older and didn’t really know how to use a phone but she asked me if I want her to help me get someone to pick me up or even get an ambulance to take me to the hospital. My friend wasn’t answering me. I knew that within 10 minutes everything would stop but I felt like I was going to die.

The woman just sat there with me until I felt better. That’s all. This little act of kindness where she just sat next to me helped me get through my health problem. This is all it takes. Not a grand gesture, just this little act of kindness which made it easier for me to get through. I can’t even describe how grateful I was this woman was there and I think we can all learn something from her example.

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365 days streak

This week we reached another milestone. For the last year, 365 days, we have had at least one post per day on this blog and this is really our milestone because there were your works published as well as mine. This consistency and interaction on the blog has really made a difference. I just want to share with you our accomplishment.

So in the last year we have had approximately 108,900 views on this blog. That’s a lot and I can’t even begin to count how many comments we have had, we are reaching 4000 subscribers as we speak. It’s all so amazing. This consistency really paid off and it just warms my heart when I read how much you all communicate with each other in the comment section, give each other advices, praise each other’s works. I never thought that, when starting The Poetry Bar, it would amount to so much and that it would actually create this amazing community of writers. Thank you again and here’s to us!

Positivity Press #43 – Gratitude

 I’m so grateful to have supportive people around me. I don’t think we appreciate truly decent human beings until we don’t have any in our lives. I’ve only had two people in my life who were unconditionally loving and caring. A friend of mine pointed out that most of us think we love unconditionally, but we don’t. There always seems to be some little part – conscious or subconscious – that has reservations. So when we find someone who cares enough to step in (or out) when we need them – someone who’ll kindly tell us what we need to hear instead of what we want to hear so we can pull ourselves out of our own craziness, we’d better value that person. They are a rare human being.

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I’m the birthday girl!

Hello everyone!

It’s not like I’m attention seeking or anything, but like I am a little bit so I think it’s important for me to announce that it’s my birthday today!

You all have already given me the best gift ever which is your participation on this blog. I love you Poetry Bar submissions, your positive thoughts for The Positivity Press and how you can be vulnerable and share your stories for #savingme to encourage others to fight against abuse.

Just seeing all of the support you give each other in the comments fills my heart with joy and happiness and this blog just became such an important part of my life and I want to thank you all for it.

Sending love and positive vibes,
Luna

Positivity Press #37

Hello everyone!

Yesterday I had an encounter with an older woman on my tram station and it just got me to thinking and I wanted to share it with you here on The Positivity Press.

This weekend has been a bit crazy for me. I attended my cousin’s wedding and since we are Bosnian the wedding never ends, there was 450 people there, I was tired because I worked in the morning and then traveled for more than 2 hours to get to the wedding etc. Then on Sunday I was demolishing the floor of my apartment with my mom. My legs are covered in bruises and cuts because I am clumsy and I had to work with a lot of sharp things and since I had to take all of that garbage in front of our building (you can guess I live in a building without an elevator and on the last floor) I got sore muscles. I’m not in shape. Fuck it.

Then yesterday, on Monday, I spent most of my day in Zagreb because I worked the afternoon shift, my train schedule is awful and I just wasted the whole day. But there I was, in Zagreb, waiting for my tram and an older lady came and asked if the seat next to me was taken. I told her she can sit and I noticed that her clothes were a bit worn out and that she seemed very tired. She told me she wasn’t feeling well to which I replied that it must be the heat because it’s very hot in Zagreb. Then she replied saying that she had a mild stroke a few days back and that she was going to the hospital on some type of observation. My jaw dropped when she told me that. I wished her good luck and then I noticed that she was alone, having had a mild stroke, on her way to the hospital with her stuff in two plastic bags. And there I was, with Nike shoes on, my smartphone and lunch in my bag complaining about going to work. I am going to be quite honest and say I was ashamed of the fact that at first I thought she was going to beg me for money or to buy her a tram ticket or something like that. I would have gladly done so if she asked. I was even thinking about asking her if she wanted me to buy her some water since it was very hot outside but I was scared she would get offended. I feel shitty now for not asking.

She even apologized for telling me she was going to the hospital and then it hit me that she maybe didn’t have no one else to tell it to. Maybe she didn’t have family, grandchildren or someone else to take care of her and I complained about being tired from attending a wedding that was full of my cousins, uncles etc. She was going to spend the night in the hospital, I was going to sleep in my bed. I could go on with this.

That short conversation with her made me think about how many stuff in my life I take for granted, how much I complain and make myself blind to all of the things I have in life like health, clean air, clothes, technology, education, family, job. I think that a lot of our own misery comes from taking people and things for granted. That’s actually the message I wanted to share through this story. Appreciate more. Love more. Be more grateful.

I don’t think that you can’t have worries because someone has it worse than you, but I think we should all focus on the good we have in our life. That woman made me feel grateful for going to a job that’s going to provide for me, made me feel grateful that my health is in good condition, and maybe she was grateful to be able to tell someone what happened to her, just to let it out. Notice these little things and allow them to teach you a lesson.

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#savingme – GUEST POSTS WANTED!

Guys, guys, guys! Look what happened! Just look!

And I am going to use the first selfi I ever posted to Instagram to explain my reaction when I saw this. I can’t believe we came this far and I am so proud of us!

Now, you know what’s coming. Another project. More guest posts. More engagement. More sharing! For now we have the incredibly successful Poetry Bar which is still very much active, we have Positivity Press to keep us grateful and happy and now that we’ve hit 3000 followers we are going to have #savingme

You are probably wondering what #savingme is. In my post The story behind the name Luna I shared a part of my domestic abuse story with your because it was necessary in order to explain why I chose the name Luna. It was so incredibly hard for me to open publicly about my childhood and what my father put my family through but I felt so relieved. It gave me strength in a way and your comments just blew my mind. I felt so loved and so empowered in my work that I decided it’s time we all speak up and give support to each other.

#savingme is our new project, our new guest post column where all of you lovely people will be sending in your stories about abuse whether it be domestic abuse, rape, school bullying etc. When you send in your email you have the right to say if you want the post to be anonymous or if you want me to share your name and the link to your blog. The email to which you can send it is: savingmestory@gmail.com

I know it’s hard but writing it down, opening up let’s out all of the bad out of your heart, you feel less resentment and create a space in your heart that can be filled with love and supports from others at this community.

I really, really, really hope that we will bring this project to life and I just want to thank you all for this few months that have been amazing! I love you all so much and hope you have an amazing weekend.

Just to repeat again, send in your stories to savingmestory@gmail.com

Sending love and positive vibes,
Luna