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“Who did I want to be as a kid?…and am I anything like her now?”
Challenging to answer at first. “I wanted to be so many things…” An opera singer, a writer, I wanted to be Frodo and Hermione at different stages, a princess at many. I wanted to become an archaeologist, an athlete, a hero. I was inspired by expedition adventures as much as romantic love stories. What I…
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Maybe it is just okay to be scared?
Scared to open up and get hurt. Scared because I have no clear path of where to go next. Scared of loosing control over my body. My reasoning keeps on talking into myself, why all of those are irrational. And my tired self just wants all of them to disappear. Yet is that really what…
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Transforming fear into growth.
When I feel the fear I think I am all alone with it. When I name it in front of someone else for the first time I feel shy and nervous. “How embarrassing to admit…” I think. Until I give words to my feelings. And then they are met in resonance. I relax, I gain…
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Where to set your Boundaries.
Lately I noticed, I only react once my boundaries are crossed long time ago. Only then I notice where they where or should have been. Or at least thats what it feels like. How many people tried to interfere into my peace today. Too many. Why is it so hard for me to hold my…
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What if I just allow myself to get there?
A bit stressed because I feel like by now I have to have the perfect format for this Blog figured out. At the same time I am well aware, that this is neither possible nor necessary. I have this neat picture in my head. Sharing value to you who reads. Short, to the point and…
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There is no reason, not to grow.
Kafka said something in the lines of: “When you live you don’t write.” I picked up that sentence in my last year of high school. Somewhere in between a lot of books I didn’t feel like reading. I certainly didn’t feel like reading Kafka, but since I heard that phrase I sympathized with him, nonetheless.…
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Another face of freedom – Sitting with myself in silence.
So much happens, I barely have the time to digest it. Think about it or write about it. Thousands of photos are piling up in my phone. And in my note book I place phrases and words, hoping they’ll make me remember all these thoughts later on. But now that I sit in someone else…
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Trading Comfort for Growth
I am no longer asking: “Why am I doing this?” Meanwhile other people still ask me: “But why are you doing this?” “Irgendwie muess mer sich ja beschäftige…” (Somehow we have to find a way to pass our time, no?) I tell them, and it shuts them up. At least for a short moment. And…
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“That’s just not who I am.”
“That’s just not who I am.” – or is it really? Some people are rich and some aren’t. Some have a six-pack some don’t. Some people just have good luck in life and some life with bad luck. Some people are happy and some aren’t.
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The spell is broken.
Where have you been today, one year ago? From time to time, I like to go through the photos on my phone, pick the exact day one year ago just to see how far I have come since. There are phases. Phases where there are mostly screenshots of ideas or sentences, concepts that resonated with…
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