I lost the count of times I would quickly elevate a person to a role model position, and with the same speed become disappointed of him/her. What I have come to embrace is that I shouldn’t regard someone as role model at first place, a statement some of you might argue.
Let me make myself clear. It doesn’t necessarily mean, however, that I don’t recognize one’s professional and personal strength. I might genuinely celebrate one’s bravery, or knowledge or authenticity. Furthermore, I have terrific mentors.
The point is to not to idealize individual. See, we often idealize or glorify role models, forgetting that they are individuals with their positive and negative traits. Especially the latter. As a result, we become blind, and when reality hits us hard, we refuse to accept it, saying, “It can’t happen to him/her.” Yes, it can.
I am very sorry if I was a role model to you. Think once again. You better be your own role model.
@andanotherday
Let me make myself clear. It doesn’t necessarily mean, however, that I don’t recognize one’s professional and personal strength. I might genuinely celebrate one’s bravery, or knowledge or authenticity. Furthermore, I have terrific mentors.
The point is to not to idealize individual. See, we often idealize or glorify role models, forgetting that they are individuals with their positive and negative traits. Especially the latter. As a result, we become blind, and when reality hits us hard, we refuse to accept it, saying, “It can’t happen to him/her.” Yes, it can.
I am very sorry if I was a role model to you. Think once again. You better be your own role model.
@andanotherday
Мне кажется, я уже подзабыл как часто – а еще наивно и быстро – провозглашал людей образцом для подражания, и как часто с такой же скоростью разочаровывался в нем/ней. Однако, я пришел к осознанию того, что лучше вообще никого в ролевые модели не провозглашать. Думаю, многие со мной не согласятся.
Расставлю все точки над «i». Я вовсе не призываю вас не признавать сильные профессиональные и личные качества человека. Напротив, можно искренне восхищаться храбростью, знаниями или искренностью человека. Более того, у меня есть прекрасные менторы, которых я глубоко уважаю.
Я, скорее, говорю об идеализации. Зачастую, люди идеализируют или восхваляют ролевых моделей, забывая, что они тоже люди, с набором позитивных и негативных качеств. Особенно последних. В результате, когда ожидания людей крушатся об печальную реальность, они отказываются признавать ее [реальность], говоря: «Нет, этого не может быть. Это не его/ее случай». Еще как его/ее случай.
Я очень сожалению, если был вашим примером для подражания. Просьба, не стоит. Лучше будьте своим собственным примером. Или как говорил Сократ «Know Thyself».
@andanotherday
Расставлю все точки над «i». Я вовсе не призываю вас не признавать сильные профессиональные и личные качества человека. Напротив, можно искренне восхищаться храбростью, знаниями или искренностью человека. Более того, у меня есть прекрасные менторы, которых я глубоко уважаю.
Я, скорее, говорю об идеализации. Зачастую, люди идеализируют или восхваляют ролевых моделей, забывая, что они тоже люди, с набором позитивных и негативных качеств. Особенно последних. В результате, когда ожидания людей крушатся об печальную реальность, они отказываются признавать ее [реальность], говоря: «Нет, этого не может быть. Это не его/ее случай». Еще как его/ее случай.
Я очень сожалению, если был вашим примером для подражания. Просьба, не стоит. Лучше будьте своим собственным примером. Или как говорил Сократ «Know Thyself».
@andanotherday
Последние восемь месяцев я провел небольшом доме, в своей комнате, где прочитал больше 25 книг, развил этот канал до уровня маленького блога и так много познал.
Все это не было бы возможным без программы Fulbright, которая дала мне шанс и выбрала из сотни сильных кандидатов, а также без возможности улететь в Америку в период пандемии.
Fulbright объявила о наборе. Fulbright — это программа по обучению на магистратуре в американском вузе. Это великолепная возможность, если вы нуждаетесь в профессиональном росте и углубленных знаниях по вашему направлению. Fulbright покрывает все расходы на обучение, перелет и проживание. После обучения вы обязаны вернутся в Узбекистан и прожить как минимум два года.
Лично я жду не дождусь возвращения домой. Это не делает из меня героя. Просто обучаясь в США, я сейчас понимаю, что хочу жить и развиваться в Узбекистане. Более того, я считаю, что такие программы по обмену должны способствовать укреплению отношению между нашими странами.
Подавайте, если и вы нуждаетесь в углублении своих знаний. Заявки принимаются до 5 июня, 2021 года.
Больше информации тут: https://uz.usembassy.gov/ru/education-culture-ru/exchange-programs-ru/fulbright-foreign-student-program-ru/
@andanotherday
Все это не было бы возможным без программы Fulbright, которая дала мне шанс и выбрала из сотни сильных кандидатов, а также без возможности улететь в Америку в период пандемии.
Fulbright объявила о наборе. Fulbright — это программа по обучению на магистратуре в американском вузе. Это великолепная возможность, если вы нуждаетесь в профессиональном росте и углубленных знаниях по вашему направлению. Fulbright покрывает все расходы на обучение, перелет и проживание. После обучения вы обязаны вернутся в Узбекистан и прожить как минимум два года.
Лично я жду не дождусь возвращения домой. Это не делает из меня героя. Просто обучаясь в США, я сейчас понимаю, что хочу жить и развиваться в Узбекистане. Более того, я считаю, что такие программы по обмену должны способствовать укреплению отношению между нашими странами.
Подавайте, если и вы нуждаетесь в углублении своих знаний. Заявки принимаются до 5 июня, 2021 года.
Больше информации тут: https://uz.usembassy.gov/ru/education-culture-ru/exchange-programs-ru/fulbright-foreign-student-program-ru/
@andanotherday
Посольство США в Узбекистане
Программа Фулбрайт для иностранных студентов - Посольство США в Узбекистане
Пожалуйста, ознакомьтесь с англоязычной версией данной программы для получения подробной и последней информации. Коротко о программе Программа Фулбрайт для иностранных студентов предоставляет возможность поехать в Соединенные Штаты Америки с целью обучения…
Sunday read
First of all, go ahead and learn how over focusing on one thing can hurt you, and how you can deal with it in this awesome NPR Life Kit article.
https://www.npr.org/2021/03/21/979183329/too-much-focusing-is-draining-heres-a-better-strategy?utm_campaign=later-linkinbio-npr&utm_content=later-15880428&utm_medium=social&utm_source=instagram
Then, watch how movies about love distorted our perception and understanding of love.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDkVJfF79TM
After that you might want to show empathy to a teenage person who is struggling to find his/her own place in this world.
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/03/25/well/family/teen-anxiety-myths.html?action=click&module=Science%20%20Technology&pgtype=Homepage
And then, perhaps, you would want to go out and take a short bike trip after reading this story about biking transforming communities.
https://www.yesmagazine.org/environment/2021/03/22/bike-education-cycling-equity/
Finally, learn a little more about Easter. Happy Easter, my Christian friends!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5Yy42i-hVE
@andanotherday
First of all, go ahead and learn how over focusing on one thing can hurt you, and how you can deal with it in this awesome NPR Life Kit article.
https://www.npr.org/2021/03/21/979183329/too-much-focusing-is-draining-heres-a-better-strategy?utm_campaign=later-linkinbio-npr&utm_content=later-15880428&utm_medium=social&utm_source=instagram
Then, watch how movies about love distorted our perception and understanding of love.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDkVJfF79TM
After that you might want to show empathy to a teenage person who is struggling to find his/her own place in this world.
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/03/25/well/family/teen-anxiety-myths.html?action=click&module=Science%20%20Technology&pgtype=Homepage
And then, perhaps, you would want to go out and take a short bike trip after reading this story about biking transforming communities.
https://www.yesmagazine.org/environment/2021/03/22/bike-education-cycling-equity/
Finally, learn a little more about Easter. Happy Easter, my Christian friends!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5Yy42i-hVE
@andanotherday
I've been low-key lately. Apologize for that, but I hope it is worth waiting.
In the meantime, I've had my last class with an amazing Pulitzer Prize winning writer. This grumpy, granddaddy mannered Alabamian tirelessly tells us, "color", "show, don't tell" with his Southern accent.
More, he once told the class, "Just read one pretty line before you die." That shot me down. Perhaps, you might like the lines he wrote in his life.
@andanotherday
In the meantime, I've had my last class with an amazing Pulitzer Prize winning writer. This grumpy, granddaddy mannered Alabamian tirelessly tells us, "color", "show, don't tell" with his Southern accent.
More, he once told the class, "Just read one pretty line before you die." That shot me down. Perhaps, you might like the lines he wrote in his life.
@andanotherday
“Bachem, bachem, inja biyo. Man tuba yakta chiza nishon dodani,” she repeated in Tajik every time I would run across the yard because she would want me to stop, afraid of me falling down and hurting myself. As I do, she would lure me in and say, “Let me teach you to sew traditional Samarkand dastarkhan (tablecloth).” Then I would spend hours mimicking her actions and destroying the piece of product.
She wouldn’t say a bad word to me although I would screw everything up. Fixing the parts of the tablecloth that were damaged would take hours of work. At the age of 50, things worked a little different for her, since she was dependent on her glasses, and she needed the income she made sewing items.
That wasn’t the only way she would express her love. Every time she would see my name popping up on her phone screen, she would rush towards it, find the proper spot in the house to locate the signal and follow, “Bachem, chitu tu? Salomati, korot? Zix nashudimi?” That basically meant: “How are you? Are you doing fine?” Every time I would hear her asking these questions, I would paint a picture of her in my head standing there, 300 km away in Samarkand: 160 cm long, in a dress made of velvet with a shawl wrapping her hair. And she loved flowers on those; she even smelled like roses. Although she came from a middle-class family, there was elegance in her actions: her words, her education, her delivery, her rhetoric, her meals, her house and piles of books — all spoke of a woman who advocated for education.
If only life had more mercy toward her. She never complained about her health, but I wish she would. For years she has struggled with food digestion, but didn’t know what was happening. She would keep all the pain, physical and moral, to herself, willing others to rejoice in the best what life can offer. She never even spoke of the abuse she faced as a young wife. Not that her husband was a devil. He was a just but tough man. Everybody has their own life trauma.
Years passed and the pain in her wouldn’t step back. It got to the point where she lost so much weight that she was skin and bones. I remember walking into the room where she lay, and barely recognizing her. Cancer destroyed 95% of her stomach and I could see it by the way her skin had turned white. Even then she lifted her head toward me and said, “Bachem, chitu tu? Salomati, korot? Zix nashudimi?”
Death is the last action a person takes in this life. I guess it happens because a person wants to teach you one last lesson. She was gone in two weeks, but she still lives with me, in the conversations that we had. A half a year prior to taking that last action, she told me, “I know when your soul hurts. I know what it feels like. When you encounter times like this, grab your pen and start writing, because those emotions bestow upon us your thoughts.”
@andanotherday
She wouldn’t say a bad word to me although I would screw everything up. Fixing the parts of the tablecloth that were damaged would take hours of work. At the age of 50, things worked a little different for her, since she was dependent on her glasses, and she needed the income she made sewing items.
That wasn’t the only way she would express her love. Every time she would see my name popping up on her phone screen, she would rush towards it, find the proper spot in the house to locate the signal and follow, “Bachem, chitu tu? Salomati, korot? Zix nashudimi?” That basically meant: “How are you? Are you doing fine?” Every time I would hear her asking these questions, I would paint a picture of her in my head standing there, 300 km away in Samarkand: 160 cm long, in a dress made of velvet with a shawl wrapping her hair. And she loved flowers on those; she even smelled like roses. Although she came from a middle-class family, there was elegance in her actions: her words, her education, her delivery, her rhetoric, her meals, her house and piles of books — all spoke of a woman who advocated for education.
If only life had more mercy toward her. She never complained about her health, but I wish she would. For years she has struggled with food digestion, but didn’t know what was happening. She would keep all the pain, physical and moral, to herself, willing others to rejoice in the best what life can offer. She never even spoke of the abuse she faced as a young wife. Not that her husband was a devil. He was a just but tough man. Everybody has their own life trauma.
Years passed and the pain in her wouldn’t step back. It got to the point where she lost so much weight that she was skin and bones. I remember walking into the room where she lay, and barely recognizing her. Cancer destroyed 95% of her stomach and I could see it by the way her skin had turned white. Even then she lifted her head toward me and said, “Bachem, chitu tu? Salomati, korot? Zix nashudimi?”
Death is the last action a person takes in this life. I guess it happens because a person wants to teach you one last lesson. She was gone in two weeks, but she still lives with me, in the conversations that we had. A half a year prior to taking that last action, she told me, “I know when your soul hurts. I know what it feels like. When you encounter times like this, grab your pen and start writing, because those emotions bestow upon us your thoughts.”
@andanotherday