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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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Note to self: What does honest expression feel like?
It is all those moments that are hard to describe with words. Prisoning the feeling of magic between a few letters. Stealing away the smell of the moment. Maybe it’s presence in awe. Or the wind that passes between the pillars. And maybe I am allowed to write in a way no one has to…
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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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“What does my body already know, that my mind hasn’t caught up to yet?”
Little pieces of paper I keep in my pockets, I pull them out and read: “What does my body already know, that my mind hasn’t caught up with yet?” And suddenly in the middle of the biggest crisis, my instinctive answer surprised me; “That I am always safe, that I have enough, that I am…
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Allowing the feeling to be felt.
Just feeling the feeling and going through it. Nothing else. Even though all my notebooks are full of intentions to live my life more cyclical, I had completely forgotten about this. “What season am I in right now?” was one of them. But maybe I have to ask at an even smaller level. Maybe a…
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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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What is it all about?
The patterns always repeat themselves. I can see it almost literally. The beginning is always difficult, it takes time to arrive into anything new. I start to remember why I do this, cycling around by myself, for those fragile moments. Sandra welcomes me into her home. The few times we saw each other so far…
kesitu. 