Revisited – Old Or New

I posted this as a Blast From The Past before but felt so strongly about what I described in the post again that I simply can’t help myself sharing this post one more time. So often we find ourselves torn between the past, the present and the future. While I try to stay in the present, sometimes it needs something or someone to take me back from hanging out in the past or thinking about the future too much…

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Blast From The Past – Out Of Reach

Do you sometimes feel that things you want to achieve seem so far out of reach? That the one person you want to be with is out of reach? That your dream job is out of reach? Is it making you freeze? Does it create fear? A feeling of missing out?

I bet we all deal with feelings like this, in one way or another. What I found out over the years is that you have to let go of this incredibly weight that the fear of missing out on something or someone can leave behind. And I do know how hard it is. But it’s even harder to carry the weight it all brings along.

I hope you don’t mind me sharing a post from a couple of years back about that fear of missing out…

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Blast From The Past – Spice Up Your Life

“Sugar and spice, everything nice…” Somehow I can’t stop thinking this. Spices play a big role in my cooking although I have to admit that I’m not the most adventurous cook ever. But there are definitely spices I use all the time and love in my dishes but also love what they do for you. I’m still learning in this regard on a daily basis and just read an article about spices and herbs and their health benefits again. So I thought I share an oldie with you as a Blast From The Past…

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Blast From The Past – 4cm Are Not Much

Friends! I had this crazy momentĀ  two days ago and I remembered the posts I wrote about my son being only 4cm shorter than me and then another one that I’d like to share today as a Blast Of The Past when I wrote about the fact that he got taller than me only a short time after I mentioned the 4cm difference. And now I find myself at the same point again with my baby, with my daughter! We recently measured her and there they were, the 4cm difference between her height and mine. What a moment that was!

See, when my son got that tall I had a wow moment because he is our first born and it’s mind-blowing how fast they grow up. But now it’s my baby. Our second one. Our last one in that sense. The baby you expect to hang around just that little bit longer. I realized that that little bit longer will be a thing of the past soon too.

They have to grow up and they have to spread their wings. They have to head out there and make their own experiences. They need to find their way in life and grow up further. But man… I feel like time is flying pass me way too fast. The kids grow up way too fast. It has nothing to do with their height. While they are still kids they are speeding towards adulthood so fast and I wish I could slow it all down for them. But hey… we’ve all been there and we all ended up here. It’s just normal. So I hope they will appreciate their childhood and what is left of it and make sure they get the most out of it before they are officially adults as well.

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Blast From The Past – Favorite Childhood Memory

It’s still cold here in Australia but the sun is getting stronger again. The combination often makes me think of fall days in Switzerland and today while standing in the park watching soccer my mind took me back to my childhood. To some of my most favorite moments. TheĀ  picnics, the hikes, the horses… my dad. So I’d like to share this post as a Blast From The Past (on many levels) today…
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Blast From The Past – About Stealing

Do you believe people belong to people? Do you? See, I don’t.

While I see why we use the phrase “I belong to you” and it makes sense in a way, it should never really mean that someone truly belongs to someone. There is no ownership. We are individuals and while we most likely feel happy to find someone that suits us and completes us, we will always remain individuals. Free and independent. Just the way it should be.

We link arms, we are partners, we move on and grow together but we never are a possession of the other one. I hope you don’t mind if I bring up a post I shared with you previously in regards to this. Happy weekend you all…

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Blast From The Past – Bumble

I recently read that the bumble be is now officially threatened from extinction. And it made me sad. Sad because we manage to kill off another species, sad because I love watching bumble bees fly and sad because of what the bumble bee stands for for me: A massive inspiration and motivation. I remember the day my friend who is in a wheelchair since an accident skiing mentioned that quote about the bumble bee not being able to fly but how it doesn’t care or know and goes on flying anyway. It’s this thought that keeps me going so very often. Let’s make sure the bumble bee is not going extinct. I hope you don’t mind me sharing a post about bumble bees from back then as a Blast From The Past…

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Blast From The Past – A Transplant

There is so much going on in relation to the word immigrant. And all of it made me think about my very own situation. I had a bit of a interaction with someone that was a Facebook buddy of mine. She is originally American living in Australia and had a good go about why the current policy in regards to the immigrants in the US is the perfect approach. She also mentioned more than once that people who are not American or are not living in the US should simply shut about about the immigration approach the current government has. It was then I felt the need to make a comment about the fact that she is nothing more than an immigrant as well and if she would appreciate being treated the way immigrants currently are in the US. I immediately got unfriended. Which to be honest is not a big loss.

But it made me think.

It made me think about how many of us are actually immigrants. How many of us have moved or have parents or grandparents that have moved. All of us, we are immigrants. And while I totally understand that in a country like the US you could claim that everyone who is not of Native American descent is an immigrant I believe you don’t even have to go that far. Look at the president. His own wife is an immigrant.

Shouldn’t we appreciate the fact that we were able to move to a country we chose to move to and are able to live there? I, in fact, are super grateful that I can live in Australia and raise my children here. Not because I come from a country that is unsafe to live in. Oh no. But because it was a choice. Now imagine you don’t have that choice but you have to move because your life and your family’s life is not safe were you currently are.

I don’t want to turn this into a political discussion. I just want people to think. Think about where they might have come from. And it really doesn’t matter if your background is Irish, Swiss, Syrian, Russian, English or Mexican. Think about their heritage. I want people to think before they judge. But that is probably a big ask…

I’d like to share the following post as a Blast Of The Past explaining a little bit how I feel living in a country I was not born in…

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