I grew up being taught that following your gut feeling is a big thing. My dad was a great man. He was a kind and smart man, who took risks by following his gut feeling and grabbing opportunities by the horn although it was considered being totally crazy. He ended up being right for following his instincts and it all turned into a huge success.
Sometimes I wonder if opportunities like the one he got presented way back then still come around the corner. I wonder if times have changed so drastically that the big ones are simply not possible anymore. While thinking about it I came to the conclusion that they still are. In different ways. But we all have that one big opportunity lurking just behind the corner from us, waiting for us to be ready, to see it, to take it on and to run with it. To build something from it. Maybe to crash and fall but learn the lesson. To grow with it. We just need to see it. And when we do we need to be gutsy enough to say yes to it. No matter what others thing.
As with so many things what is right for us might not seem right for others. And that is totally fine of course. Imagine we all would run after the same thing, the same man, woman, color, food, place. We all have our preferences, so unique as we are. So we all encounter our own chance of a lifetime. So while it might not make sense to others it might be crystal clear to us. And that’s when it takes balls. Right? That’s when you have to stand your ground and zone out the many critics trying to tell you that you are wrong. And that will be the biggest challenge of them all.
Trust in yourself. Trust in your instincts and trust in the opportunities that come your way. Maybe they might not be the big thing just yet but step by step they will get you ready for it. So that when the one big opportunity, the one of a lifetime comes along, you will be ready to say yes to it. With all your heart. You will be ready to run with it, no matter what it will take. And in the end it will all be so so worth it…
Normal is a very big word. Don’t you think? Because let’s be honest: We all kind of define normal in a different way. Yes, I agree, there are the standard norms that society dictates, which in itself can already be challenging, but then it quickly starts getting complicated. Just think about how often we use the word “normal” when we tell a story, describe and compare something…
I can’t stop thinking about an episode I encountered when my daughter was not even 2 yet. She was a bigger baby, and by bigger I don’t mean it in a negative way. She was a big baby. The kind of baby that is hard work to give birth to. Not the normal (see, there it is…) kind of size baby. While in baby swimming class, which was just a normal thing to do back then, I met a group of women. Some were Australians, one was Canadian, one was American and one was Eastern European. Now we all were normal looking moms but the Easter European one, who seemed rather skinny. Our kids were quite similar in shape and size. We got along. It was normal to hang out for a cup of coffee after swimming and often we caught up for a coffee outside of the baby swimming. While most of the moms in that class were first moms, my American friend already had a son who was about my son’s age. So that was pretty handy. But back to my Eastern European friend…
Now she has a couple of degrees. She is a smart cookie. And she knows it. While I’m still in contact with her, I wouldn’t say we are friends. We don’t catch up. It’s the random “hi, how are you” every now and then. There are many reasons for it but I guess they can all be listed under one topic: Going to far.
One morning we caught up for coffee and I was handing my daughter a snack. It was not an unhealthy snack. It was the normal fruit and biscuit combination most moms offered their kids during the morning. And then the lecture started. I was told that I need to cut out this and that from my daughters diet. That it was not normal that she was such a big baby and that I need to watch out. Funny enough I just had a visit at the nurse the day before for our regular check (something that is done here in Australia) and she said that my girl is well underway.
I don’t know why people think it’s okay to tell other people what they have to do. But looking at the pictures of this woman’s daughter on Facebook now I can tell you that I’m sometimes tempted to write to her and say that I think it’s not normal how thin her girl is. That I’m worried about her skinny thin arms and that I wonder if she is feeding her enough. But that would be bitchy… Looking and listening to some moms I see I wonder though, if that would not make me more normal… And then I wonder if I actually want to be normal…
Hello Monday! A new day, a new week and as always (like with any other new day) a new chance to make things happen. Whatever you want to do, whatever you want to achieve. It’s time to kick off this week on the right foot.
So let’s do it! Let’s kick off this week on a positive note. How?
• Mention something that you consider being good in the comments
• Or write a post about it on your blog (please don’t forget the pingback if you do so I don’t miss out and also share the link to it in the comments below). Something good that happened to you recently, or something good you will experience in a little while, or something good you know will happen soon. Something that makes you feel good.
• Share this post and invite your followers as well.
It before we do, as always, let’s do a little happy dance…
Another round? Sure! Just go for it! Dance like nobody’s watching and when you are done here is what I like to share with you today:
“I’m actually not feeling that well today but on the mend. And it was so beautiful to experience how my family looked after me. How they took care of everything that needs to be taken care of. While I was happy to see this, it also made me think about how long the kids will actually need me. While I know that they will not need me in the same way they did over the last years, I know that I will remain a part of their lives. And that my role will go from cleaning their behinds and feeding them to being there for them in a different way. It’s beautiful when you feel needed. Beautiful though as well, when you realize that you are no longer needed in the way you were. Everything changes. Everything develops. Life doesn’t stand still and moving along is a wonderful thing…”
While standing on the sideline of the soccer pitch, watching our girls do what they do dearly love, I realised that love truly is everywhere. Don’t worry, I’m not going all hippy on you now.
But think about it!
In your 24 hours there is a lot of love. Love for your family, your kids a d partner if you have such people in your life. Love for your pet(s), love for food, drinks. Your hobby. I mean you have to love your hobby, right?
Love for a song, your favourite cloths, your pillow. Love for a kind of music or a specific song. A movie, a TV show…
And hopefully there is a lot of love for the most important person: Yourself.
I’m trying hard to keep up with the #atozchallenge but traveling back from overseas, kicking off the soccer season, trying to unpack and clean up and eating bad sushi doesn’t make it easy!
I’m typing this from my bed, feeling like I’ve been run over by a truck after a not so great night. The nice thing is to see how much my family cares for me and how the kids just take over the chores I usually do in the morning.
They are keeping up with everything too and I’m having a huge proud mom moment here…
Yup! Momma uses the jerk word. And I’m not talking about jerk chicken or the spice today. Nope. I want to say something about jerks. Because they are out there. And although I really like people and always want to only see the good in them some of them are jerks. Right?
Like the one who physically attacks his teenage nephew who stands up for his aunt while she gets verbally abused.
Or the one who reaches out to a woman under falls pretense to try to meet for coffee and then wants to have sex with her. After all she agreed to meet.
Or the one who was lifted into way better positions in a company by his friend although he simply wasn’t cut out for the job but then backstabs his friend and gets him fired.
Or the one that cheats on his wife for years but lives from the salary she brings home.
Then there is the one who says one nasty word after another to someone until that person feels like they are not worth living anymore.
I bet you could add on to this list. Because we all know at least one jerk out there.
So please: Don’t be a jerk. Be better. Be kind. Be honest. Be fair. And make sure we are not suddenly surrounded by jerks but by wonderful people. Just like with Yin and Yang it needs both of them. But I for sure hope that it will be at least balanced.
We all struggle with insecurities. We are our harshest critics. We are the ones that see what we think are our imperfections.
When we open up about them though, we often end up surprised about the fact that others don’t see them. Sometimes it would be nice to see ourselves through someone else’s eyes and maybe realize that what we consider imperfect is actually far from it…
I know I shared this song before but I find it a strong message about how we see ourselves and how we are seen by others…
When I was younger I felt happiness could be achieved by reaching and owning certain things. You learn though over your life and today I know that happiness comes from within. Maybe reaching some goals, being able to purchase certain things will feed into it but true happiness has a lot to do with being content about who you are. About feeling complete and at the right spot, in the right place emotionally. All the material stuff is just icing on the cake. And that only if you actually like icing on the cake. I mean, who doesn’t… but what matters is how much you actually can stomach.
Sometimes a pebble you pick up somewhere means more to you than the diamond you can go buy.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying don’t try to buy the diamond. It’s the steps that get you there and the consideration of what it will mean to you. You can’t buy happiness is basically what I’m trying to say. It’s a process to achieve it. One step at a time, until the circle closes…
Isn’t it the best to hear your kids giggle and have a great time? Don’t you wish you could giggle as silly as they do sometimes? Just be childish (in a good way) again?
We went on a roadtrip the other day. A simple day trip but a lot of driving involved. It was such a great time and it suddenly got pretty silly in the car. There was heaps of giggling going on and silliness. Maybe, from the outside, people would think we were childish.
I think sometimes you just have to allow yourself to goofiness. The “weirdness”, the silliness. Just don’t take life so seriously and just have fun.
Isn’t it a great feeling when you finally found what you were looking for? No matter if it was the chocolate Easter eggs you hid a year ago, the fireworks or sparklers you bought for last years NYE, the dress you so desperately wanted for a discount, the rare ingredient for your dish or the love of your life. In any case you end up feeling happy.
You feel happy because you found that one thing, that item, that puzzle piece. You found the missing link. You found that one piece…
Recently I walked over some pebbles. In a way they were all the same. Same color, same kind of shape, same material. And yet so different. Different in size, weight and maybe in shape. I looked at them and wondered what makes us pick that one. The one piece we thing we want to pick up and take along? What makes us feel like we found the one piece?
And it’s the difference that speaks to us. Even if they are similar they all speak “a different language”. They call for us. And so we pick the one that is right for us. Even if others don’t understand why. Because we found the one. We found each other…