Even if it feels like one step forward, two steps back...
Another day of realization that I haven't changed as much as I think and how deep some of my beliefs clearly sit. And how patience is simply not my strengths. And how I can always count on my friends to pick me up.
Thursday, 10 December 2015
Wednesday, 9 December 2015
*snort*
I love Bradley Cooper.
I saw the Elephant Man in London.
And this clip made me snort with laughter. The best kind, right?
familiar faces
I am meeting new people all the time. And I like it. I am drawing a lot of energy from it. And I love that moment of meeting somebody interesting (man of the week: NY cop, then turned private investigator, then bounty hunter, then opened in art gallery in Norway and now lives in a tiny village near Rosenheim).
Nevertheless, it also tires me sometimes. And just this weekend, I was missing my friends very much. Not having to have the same conversation (that's what I do, that's where I come from), over and over again.
And just by 'magic' the last couple of days have been marked by reconnecting with some of my friends all over the world. Balance restored.
Nevertheless, it also tires me sometimes. And just this weekend, I was missing my friends very much. Not having to have the same conversation (that's what I do, that's where I come from), over and over again.
And just by 'magic' the last couple of days have been marked by reconnecting with some of my friends all over the world. Balance restored.
Monday, 7 December 2015
on the road
A typical case of 'Don't judge a book by its cover'.
I used to make snap judgments all the time and would put people into drawers on first impressions. Sometimes, even before even properly meeting them, I would form opinions that were often difficult to change. That of course led to a lot of self-fulfilling prophecies: me expecting a certain behaviour from somebody meant of course that I was displaying a certain behaviour, which in turn provoked the reaction I was already predicting...
I'd like to think that I changed. Maybe it's got to do with believing that there usually is something interesting, and/or nice to discover in every single person. Or maybe it's got to do with trying to make the best of every situation. I am stuck with you: well, I might as well try to have a good time.
12 hours in the car is a long time. Tiring but interesting.
And 1 hour can still be enough time to hear about somebody's life story.
When I was younger, I always admired people who were comfortable and at ease with themselves when I just felt massively awkward in most social situations. For some reason, I felt that the ability to chat to your taxi driver stood out for me. Not entirely sure why...
So, when these days, I have a chatty tour in a taxi, I still feel proud of myself.
Which also leads me back to the 12 hour car journey: Which once again made me realize that I am still very much holding onto old beliefs I hold (relating to myself). And it feels as if I need to tell myself over and over again that I have indeed changed. And often still can't truly believe it. Weird.
I used to make snap judgments all the time and would put people into drawers on first impressions. Sometimes, even before even properly meeting them, I would form opinions that were often difficult to change. That of course led to a lot of self-fulfilling prophecies: me expecting a certain behaviour from somebody meant of course that I was displaying a certain behaviour, which in turn provoked the reaction I was already predicting...
I'd like to think that I changed. Maybe it's got to do with believing that there usually is something interesting, and/or nice to discover in every single person. Or maybe it's got to do with trying to make the best of every situation. I am stuck with you: well, I might as well try to have a good time.
12 hours in the car is a long time. Tiring but interesting.
And 1 hour can still be enough time to hear about somebody's life story.
When I was younger, I always admired people who were comfortable and at ease with themselves when I just felt massively awkward in most social situations. For some reason, I felt that the ability to chat to your taxi driver stood out for me. Not entirely sure why...
So, when these days, I have a chatty tour in a taxi, I still feel proud of myself.
Which also leads me back to the 12 hour car journey: Which once again made me realize that I am still very much holding onto old beliefs I hold (relating to myself). And it feels as if I need to tell myself over and over again that I have indeed changed. And often still can't truly believe it. Weird.
Sunday, 6 December 2015
Leytonstone
When I moved to London, our first flat was in Leytonstone. This morning, I found out about the stabbing at the station last night.
I'm not a very well informed person at the best of times, and usually just skim read the headlines online. When travelling, I often completely lose track of what is happening in the world. And I have to admit, I hadn't realized that Syria is now being bombed...
What do we do with all of this information? It's depressing and sad. And my way of handling this is to bury my head in the sand.
Equally depressing and sad, I guess.
I'm not a very well informed person at the best of times, and usually just skim read the headlines online. When travelling, I often completely lose track of what is happening in the world. And I have to admit, I hadn't realized that Syria is now being bombed...
What do we do with all of this information? It's depressing and sad. And my way of handling this is to bury my head in the sand.
Equally depressing and sad, I guess.
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