the calming ritual

anonymous asked:

Hi. Can you please give some advice on how to have motivation to study. I really need :(

figure out your purpose on why you’re studying. reasons could be:

- to prove your self doubt that you can and will do anything you set your mind to.

- to make yourself and parents proud, or anyone else in your life proud. think about the end goal and picture yourself with the feeling of genuine happiness when your hard work finally pays off. 

- know exactly what you want and don’t stop until you get it. this involves sacrifices and exhaustion because your effort really does pay off. be stubborn about your goals and flexible with your plan.

those are what i usually think about when i don’t want to study. i also take a deep breath before i take out my books and pens. it’s kind of like a calming down ritual i do before each set when i lift in the gym. i apply what i do in the gym to improve my focus onto my studies. that’s why i dedicate soooo much of my time lifting. i take one long deep breath and look at myself in the mirror with my chin up, shoulders back, and feel confident with myself. even just for 5 minutes of taking notes, answering questions, or revising the material, it will add up. little by little, i promise you it will add up. 

wishing you the best of luck with your studies! xx 

Tips for Cultivating Calmness

1. Try and develop a calm morning ritual instead of starting the day off in a stressful rush.

2. Notice how you tend to automatically respond to a stressful or irritating person or event.

3. Decide to not take things personally; be the kind of person who it’s hard to offend.

4. Develop an attitude of gratitude – and decide to be thankful for the little things in life.

5. Develop healthy ways of coping with stress (as stress is an inevitable part of life.)

6. Single task instead of multitasking (as it leads to fewer mistakes in the end.)

7. Make more time for quiet and reduce the constant noise.

anonymous asked:

HC+ Catherine?

Catherine is something of a wunderkind.  She does love to read like both of her parents, but she doesn’t quite have the same tastes since she’s much more into contemporary fiction.  She’s also an aspiring programmer who wants to work with computers when she grows up.  Alex is nothing if not supportive of her, and he’s proud to have such an intelligent and ambitious daughter whom he can help to foster her passions.  There are quite a few evenings they’ll spend sitting at the kitchen table poring over a textbook on coding and sketching out sequences on graph paper.  He doesn’t completely dote on her since she’s a very independent girl, but he’s always right there if she wants him.  As for Alex passing on his bipolar disorder, Catherine does have it, too, which utterly devastated him at first since that was what he was afraid would happen if he had children.  But they were able to work out a calming ritual for her and a way to channel her feelings into something more productive.  She has a lot of nights where she feels afraid and irritable for no apparent reason, and either he or Lydia (sometimes both) will sit in her room and talk to her until she feels comfortable enough to go to sleep.

Whenever I don’t sacrifice sperm to my uterus, it seems to get really mad at me for neglecting my fertility rites and retaliates with blood and pain after approximately 28 days, which is ironic because that’s what ends up happening approximately nine months later if I do perform the ritual sacrifice anyway. WILL YOU EVER BE CONTENT? I WANT NO PART OF THIS WEIRD RITUAL. CALM THE FUCK DOWN, UTERUS.


Imagine Coulson and Fitz watching you and Melinda do Tai Chi every morning

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The first time it had been an accident on Leo’s behalf. He had woken up much earlier than usual and he had been wandering around on the bus in search for some coffee, when he walked in on you and May, sunken into a silent Tai Chi session. He had stopped in his track, wanting to apologize, but all he could do was stare.

It had been hypnotizing.

So hypnotizing, that he forgot everything around him until a shuffling sound next to him startled him out of his stupor. It was Coulson who stepped out of the shadows, leaning against the wall next to Leo.

“It has a calming effect, doesn’t it?” Coulson had whispered with a knowing smile. “The constant flow of their motions, the calmness behind the ritual-like movements…it’s like a slow beautiful dance.“

Leo had nodded silently, hoping not to disturb May and you. He watched raptly, along with Coulson, how you two went through the exercises. When you had finished, neither May nor you had acknowledged the presence of Coulson. It had appeared that you were used to it. The only hint that you had noticed him and Fitz at all had been the quick glance you had sent Leo.

For a moment he had felt guilty for watching you and May. But the small smile on your lips had comforted his nerves.

The second night, he had set his alarm clock on time, eager to watch the Tai Chi session again. Again, Coulson joined him not much later.

Now it is a daily routine.

Can I have your wayward stare? | Clarke, June 6th 2016

When they finally settle into bed, Clarke immediately settles into a deep, deep sleep and leaves Bellamy alone with his racing, racing thoughts. She sleeps peacefully and completely, tugging a quilt over her shoulders – the one with the big stars on it, his favorite of the quilts Octavia sends him every few months –and turning towards the wall. Bellamy’s left on the edge of his bed with the pile of books on his nightstand. Bellamy picks one up – on Roman relationships with Carthage – and reads the same sentence over and over for an hour before drifting off into a fitful sleep. Bellamy wakes with every noise, every creak of the house. He wouldn’t even call it sleeping, really. He dozes for a few hours. He debates making a cup of coffee, just for the calming feeling of the ritual, but doesn’t, decides the caffeine would be too much of a risk. He’ll wait for his alarm at five to go off. He and Lincoln don’t run on Wednesday mornings, so he’ll be able to garden in peace, hoping that Clarke still is a late riser.

He drifts off for real somewhere around three and wakes eight minutes before his alarm is slated to go off. With a glance to Clarke, who is still soundly sleeping – burrito wrapped in one of the four quilts he keeps on his bed (he prefers to nest in a pile of blankets then sleep under them) – Bellamy turns off his alarm before it goes off and rises out of bed.

Clarke stirs as he shuffles around the room. Bellamy freezes, halfway through tugging on pants. She blinks sleepily up at him – Bellamy? He shakes his head, leaning over to press his lips to her forehead. “I’m going out to garden,” he whispers. “Go to sleep.” Bellamy cards a hand through her hair, smiling down at her – her face is confused with a sleep, her eyes barely open. “I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.” He kisses her, brief and quick, before leaving the room. 

He checks Polyphemus’s bowl in the kitchen and begins making his first cup of coffee. Bellamy reaches for the Veranda – wanting something tart and bright to pull him from his own thoughts. The grinding motion is soothing, Polyphemus twining around his legs as he does. The electric kettle gurgles as the water boils. He watches the grinds absorb the water, rising and expanding and the slow drip of coffee is music to his ears. The coffee is tangy and has its usual, odd, popcorn flavor. Bellamy looks out onto the garden through the window over the sink, curving his hands around his mug – in the early June day, the cabin is cool and the coffee is warm, warm in his hands. 

Bellamy gardens for a long time, the sun rising steadily in the sky. He carries new bags of soil out to the tomato beds and works on re-soiling them. He waters every plant. He weeds – the weeding is nice, vigorous and so completely physical it absorbs all of his thoughts. He ties up some of the plants to sticks, where they are in fear of falling over. He works in the garden till his watch reads 9:00 before walking back into the house. 


i have watched this everyday for. a week.


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flower power: when in doubt, cut it out

title: when in doubt, cut it out
summary: Everyone has their rituals for calming down. For Ino and Sakura, it’s hair.

The problem with spending several weeks together with the same person, and only the same person, is that sooner or later, you will get on each other’s nerves.

It is nothing important, and they haven’t quite fought. Which is what actually makes their current situation so very annoying. Ino knows how to fight with Sakura; how to explode and stew and simmer and then go back to make up again.

But they aren’t angry with each other. There is nothing to apologize for.

It’s just…right now they are a little too much.

“Ino, got a minute?”

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