Being Not Alone Joy

I'm grateful for having people I love so much. For everyone who regularly shows me their interest in my life...and for those who almost never do that now but I am happy to know these people are somewhere anyway...maybe thinking of me at least sometimes...I'm grateful for all my happy memories. For my peace. For my still nights and warm bed. For my strawberries. For the hot weather...For our new president who I hope will finally bring Ukraine back to peace.
I'm grateful for loving life the way it is...bitter and sweet. :) All tastes! ;)

                            I am Back to My Joys...

Hey everyone! :) I am finally back....Where were I? Were I unhappy? Well, I was....sort of...and still am in a way. I have many reasons to cry about. I don't want to shower you with all my sorrows...I'd better fill your reality with some sunshine instead. I hope you don't mind, my dear unknown readers from different parts of this huge planet. :)

I hope you'll also be parts of my every day happiness. I can also try to bring some happiness into your life...how? Hmmmm...verbally? By sending you my smiles...prayers...and...who knows how else? Maybe you can see me in your dreams...:)

Okay, let's get started. Let me count my joys again. My happiness. My moments of being grateful to God.

Sending you my love! :)

Yours,
Daria

                   Me, sitting in the sunny rain at the Orthodox Church in Kharkiv (May, 27th)

                              Big Sister Joy

Today is 19 years since I last saw you. The last moment when I touched your eyelashes. When I last kissed you goodbye. That was a grey morning. I don't clearly remember everything. Everything was too tearful. I felt lonely and abandoned by you. You didn't say anything. Simply left me. Alone.



I am still missing you. Years haven't changed my loving you. My needing you. Now I look at the only picture of you left. You were smiling there. We're apart now. Just memories left. No one will take them away from me. No matter how many more years I'll have to live without you. I believe one day I may meet you.


I'm grateful for having my little sister. She's not with me anymore. She passed away in 1994. People say time heals. Maybe. It is easier now. But I still wish she were here, by my side. It was worth having  a sister. Even though we were destined to say goodbye. I'm grateful for all the good days I had with my little sister.

                             Left: Me with a doll.  Right:  my little sister Katia with a teddy bear

                                                   Me and my sister

                                            I was seven and my sister was five there

 Death doesn't change a lot. There's something stronger than that. This connection. It is invisible. But it is forever with me. It is what makes me wake up and smile. It is what makes me feel warmer when it's dull and frosty outside. I'm grateful for being forever a big sister. 

     HAPPY November Day or Nine Years Ago...

This is exactly nine years since my life has changed. Forever. There was not a single day when I wouldn't speak/write/listen to the English language. This day nine years ago I met my first native speaker friend and teacher. Nine years ago I still had no idea that I'd ever speak English, know many nice people from all over the world and become a translator and a little bit a teacher. I did not know English would ever bring me that far...

                                    Me, my dear friend Joel and my mom seven years ago...

I can't help but thanking God for everything. For the right moment, the right person. Everything is a like a big chain of happy events in my life. Everything is like a big complicated puzzle...Now I am just speechless looking back at all my challenges, at all those moments I never thought I'd ever experience and people I never expected to meet.
Today nine years ago I started my new era. I started my new today. Not all of my dreams have come true. But what I never dreamt of - is my reality now. I do not really deserve everything I have. Someone Above decided to make me happy. I didn't get the right functional legs or hands. I was supposed to be a couch potato for the rest of my existence. I was not expected to be independent at all. Now I can do pretty lots of things. English has give me the wings. I can fly with my thoughts. I couldn't come to most of my good friends. They came to me instead. My words have brought them to me.
There are some songs which are closely connected with that amazing time nine years ago - 

I am happy to be where I am now. I hope to be brave enough to change my life soon again. This part of me nine years ago will always stay with me.
I'm grateful for having English...I'm grateful for November 2004. I'm grateful for every person in my life I've met. I'm grateful for their patience with me. I'm grateful for being in love with languages. I'm grateful for just being. Life is beautiful. I know it now. :)

P.S. Today is ONE year since I've started my blog...I'm sorry for my huge pause. I didn't post my joys last month much. But I promise I'll catch up! ;) Just stay tuned up! ;)

         What I am Born to be Joy!

This Monday was a happy one for me. It has brought me my thirty minutes of true happiness. It has showed me again what I was born for. I am born to be an interpreter. I am born to bring the light of understanding where there is this loud darkness of silence. I'm born to be an invisible helper. I feel happy to switch my restless mind between different languages. 

I had my honour to be an interpreter for my friends from  the "Equal Opportunities" Club for people with disabilities in our city and English guests. It's funny - whenever I translate people's thoughts - I feel as if I can fly. I forget about my limits, my sorrows, my fear. I am just free. Like a fish in the ocean. 

I'm grateful to God for presenting me this day. For giving me this chance to choose the art of my love. For the English language. For angels on Earth like my friend Marianna. For strangers who smiled back at me without even knowing a single thing about me. For this miracle - my happy thirty minutes which is my happy eternity.

Happy me in Zaporizhzhia yesterday!

                                       Marinna's mom, Marianna and I  

              To Be a Translator Joy...

30th of September is my holiday. I have the right to celebrate it since 2005 when I planted a seed of my big dream...of becoming a translator, someone who's supposed to connect people, like the electricity which connects cities, countries, continents...When I look back I can hardly believe I have graduated from the university, obtained my two diplomas, survived many sleepless nights, cuddling with cough and fever, getting butterflies in my stomach before each and every exam...and now it's been almost three years since I'm an officially a translator...
My work makes me tired, sometimes stressed and annoyed but it's like being in love with someone - even he drives you crazy at times or breaks your heart - you love him not a little less. So, that's the same about my art of love. I'm grateful to God for being what I am today. For having my tools - dictionaries, the Internet, Skype...and most important - people who inspire me to keep on learning, teaching and raising up after every fall. I'm happy to play with words and clear out the sky for someone. ;) I am happy to rescue people who're lost in this huge world of languages....

                                             My Rainy Monday....

Honestly speaking I don't like these endless September rains. I feel stuck in my room. I feel like a disharged battery. I long for the sun...I know it's somewhere above - just behind these heavy sky blankets. But...alas! I can't reach it, cannot feel it. Only dream of it. That's what I have to do. Spend my time. Work. And...dream away. To my warm August days which slipped away. Forever. But I am happy about my summer. It was good. And my warm memories are forever with me. :) That comforts me. :) I'm a greedy memory holder! :D (I am sorry for my strange English! It must sound upside down!).

I'm grateful for my rainy day. For my good friend who made me feel sunnier. For being able to smile through my window that is covered with sky's bitter tears...