EDU PSYCH LAB

Educación, Psicología & Ciencia


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My life as a narrative

“My life as a narrative” was born during a rainy day, in North Island, in old Europe. I know that North Island or “Te Ika-a-Māui” is one of the main islands of New Zealand. I apologize for the geographical mistake but being a child I baptized the island as “Isla del Norte”, and as you well know, bad habits are hard to annihilate.

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Photo: My North Island. A wonderful place. (2015)

After a few weeks I noticed (thanks Google for that) that a psychologist wrote about this topic during the 80s – Bruner J.S. The book – Actual minds, Possible Worlds (Harvard University Press) became a best seller and an influential theory at the epoch. The book was born one year before I was; being published the same day I came to this world. Sigue leyendo

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A bridge between Poetry and Education

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Learning through poetry… is it possible?

Poetry is not only poetry. Poetry promotes literacy, emotional resilience and builds community. The words we use in poetry can destroy giant walls. It can cross the boundary of our fears, untie knots, find whatever has been lost, even ourselves. Sigue leyendo


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Painting with watercolors of education in Germany

25 th January 2015, Frankfurt am Main

From here, a wooden table located in front a high window surrounded with white frames, I started to think how necessary is to bring back the arts and music to the school. I am watching through the window five kids playing in the playground, while the snow is falling down slowly on the top of some random pieces of art. There is some graffiti in black, intentionally located there, which says: Give love back!

Unfortunately, I am not an artist; maybe an amateur in some disciplines as creative writing or painting. I am learning to control the creative process in writing activities (such poetry, stories…) but I do not with painting. The reason is simple; the inspiration comes and suddenly disappears. Sigue leyendo


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Una taza de té con Hikari: Dependencia y Psicoterapia I

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Cultura y dependencia

El concepto de dependencia depende de la cultura. También la interpretación de los miedos y de las vulnerabilidades. Mis conocidos polacos, en raras ocasiones hablan de sus miedos y valoran enormemente el concepto de “yo independiente”, como un rasgo varonil que muestra madurez y preparación para la vida. Sin embargo mis conocidos portugueses, no se muestran tan reacios a mostrar algunas pequeñeces relacionadas con sus miedos. Sigue leyendo


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El investigador que hay en ti

rat_cartoonEl estudio de la mente es complejo. Analizar por qué las personas se comportan de una manera determinada, estudiar las diferentes variables, realizar inferencias, llevar a cabo estudios científicos…

Hace aproximadamente un año que comencé a crear este blog. La finalidad última era aprender, así como dar rienda suelta a mi pasión por la escritura.

Sin embargo, después de haber dedicado unos años a la Psicología y haber experiementado en diferentes areas creo que por fin ha surgido en mí la necesidad de focalizar mi atención en un tema que realmente considero apasionante, la Psicología cognitiva. Sigue leyendo


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Go where the magic happens

comfort-zone_51380055e087c34c09dc3c5dPerfectionism is an adiction, it is an insidious thing that destroys our happiness and even kill our productivity. The true sign of a perfectionist is the never ending discontent with ourselves and our work – “It is not perfect. It have to do

I know what are you thinking right now, “you work hard to achieve the best results you can“. Seems like, somebody has instilled us the work ethics and responsibility (the “must be right now” attitude), maybe our experiences taught us that it is the best way to behave. And It is good, but there is a dark side in perfectionism, when the fear disables us or keep us from getting things done or undertake a new stage in our lives. Sometimes we procrastinate because it is never good enough, because we are scared and worried about mediocrity.

I can say this because I started three books in my life and I have finished one of them because I assumed somehow that will be absolutely imperfect and full of mistakes… and I am still struggling. Believe me.

This is the reason why I created a personal “Fear Free Zone” and I started to be aware about how much affect the perfectionism in my future productivity and even my life and my perception of balance and happiness . And I started to get involved in activities which I couldn’t handle 100%, useful activities that will make me grow as person, pushing me out of my comfort zone. – It is being hard. For sure, but at the same time I am adding much value to my life, I am getting things done. I am now writing in a language different to mine and trying to be more fluent each day – of course it is not perfect and I need to improve but maybe is good enough to express myself in this moment or to be more productive at work. I traveled alone, I designed things, I teached to kids and families, I got involved again at university and research, I write pretty much and I enjoy more . Next week I will travel to Romania and I will be part in a project related with communication. Fear is not place to live.  

The first step in combating perfectionism is to deliberaty be imperfect. Failures teaches humility, relieves the anxiety of perfectionism and the most important “programs the mind to think of alternatives”.

Make small mistakes and don´t fix them. Instead, you may just find yourself being imperfectly happy.

Just, Try to Do it!

Go where the magic happens


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Muros, barreras y otras vicisitudes de la vida

girl-in-the-autumn-rain-photography_106794La primera vez que tuve que comunicar una mala noticia quedará por siempre grabada en mi recuerdo. Era más joven, y llevaba aquel mensaje enredado en mis manos cruzadas mientras recorría el pasillo de un hospital. Creía que aquella cápsula rígida de alguna manera heriría tanto a otra persona como un arma afilada, pero aún así debía ser entregada. Tenía forma de cáncer e iba dirigida a un señor de mediana edad de la planta tres. Quise depositarla encima de la cama y salir corriendo, pero todavía hoy recuerdo la respuesta de aquel valiente.
Vicisitudes de la vida. Ahora sí que voy a disfrutar de mis nietos y mis hijos como nunca. – Descubrí asombrada que no podía dejarle allí solo.

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