Life is a highway – a wholesome metaphor for this winding and beautiful journey. And it’s all about learning to drive manual. Getting a feel for when to change gears. Knowing when you can speed up — use the turbo…
Leaving home — travelling — has given me more of myself, more of the world. I gained awareness and openness to things that had never crossed my mind before. I got to know many versions of myself. I lived through…
I’m standing in the space between what was and what’s coming — and it’s quieter than I expected. At first it felt strange – I was more used to a fast paced chaos with…
I’ve been on the run — an escape from “home” — since I was probably sixteen. I noticed early on that I didn’t quite fit, that I didn’t belong. I wanted something else. I was craving more. I knew exactly what I was running from, but never what I was seeking. I carried values, ideals, and dreams…
I‘m probably not the only one who‘s heard these words before — from parents, relatives, people who knew me when life still felt soft and uncomplicated…
Somehow, this fact makes me sad — and yet, it also brings a strange sense of relief. Life wouldn’t have meaning if it went on forever and ever. I think — and this is just my humble opinion…
Yes, life’s a learning curve. I started out running before I even knew how to walk. I dreamed of flying, but was too scared to jump. I always rushed to be somewhere — anywhere but here. But lately, I’ve begun to understand that slowing down and being present isn’t so bad after all — it’s actually where the magic happens…
As much as I thought I’d shed that layer of skin, I’m still a people pleaser at heart. I keep carrying the weight of expectations others might have of me, and placing them all onto myself. When will I finally start pleasing myself…
I’m struggling with my life‘s purpose. I don‘t know what it is – what it should be or what I want it to be. I‘m coasting through life, thinking I’ll stumble upon its meaning – hoping for a deeper well. But most days, I can‘t even seem to find myself. Society made me believe…
At the moment, life — or a higher power, the divine — is throwing me into situations I never planned on handling right now. It’s making me accept help without being able to give anything in return. It‘s making me weak on purpose. Mostly physically, but slowly mentally as well.
Alright, let’s talk about love for a little bit. But don’t expect me to stay on the main road. This will most likely, knowing myself, get messy. I’ll be taking shortcuts, bypasses and service roads…
Seems like I’m entering my soft era — not just in my mind, but in my body, too. And it feels entirely new to me. I grew up in an environment where crying…
Don’t make me stop. Don’t make me sit. Don’t make me stand still. I don’t want my thoughts catching up with me. I don’t want to feel. I don’t want to work through the mess of emotions buried underneath…
Please excuse me — but this time, all I have are questions. Sometimes that’s all there is in my head. One question leads to another and another and another…
If you come into my home, you’ll usually see all doors closed. Because as children, we were told to always close the doors — otherwise the warmth would leave the room. Leave the house..
It is said the first step is always the hardest. And I agree with that.
But once I have the courage and strength to push the first domino in some direction (I’ll figure out later if it was the right one or not), there’s no stopping the motion..