So my first week of writing is done. 7 stories are online. 358 stories to go. Okay, that’s still a lot. But a decent start is half the work, right? I am truly amazed by the responses of people on this project. So many people that are reading the stories and feel inspired somehow. I can’t really get my head around that. Thank you to everyone who has joined me on this journey. Thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts. Thoughts that I don’t edit, but are just mine put into words on a screen. In case you haven’t followed my blog this week, here is an overview. I will try to write one every week with additional thoughts, funny stories on how people react to the blog posts or just my personal reflection. Enjoy!
So yeah, my 24th birthday. That’s were it started. When I was celebrating my birthday this week with some friends, one of the really smart ones commented: “but don’t you know it’s technically your 25th year?” I do know. But the tagline about 1 story every 24 hours and then being 24 sounds more logical, right?
Writing about Julie Andrews made me think about Yena. She’s one of my very dear camp sisters. I got to know her when I was 15 and reconnected with her this summer. And what a beautiful summer it was. 8 years ago we were just the most perfect teenagers on the planet. I don’t want to brag, but our level of responsibility and having it all together was unreal. We have both changed in ways that made us more real. We can laugh at our own mistakes, we embrace our imperfections and she still calls me Julie Andrews. Yena is my inspiration. She has already published two poetry books. She’s the real writer of the two of us and what I am grateful to have this beautiful young woman in my life!
With my dad being a politician and spending my years as a student in politics, I will probably write about politics and social justice issues this next year. I don’t want to bore you with endless reflections on how terrible everything is, but I hope you will be encouraged to engage critically with what happens in the world. Peace is essentially not a matter of agreements, signatures and 50+ white males, it’s about the relationships between you, me and everyone else.
I wrote this blog and didn’t really know if people would understand it. Yet this was the one that I got some incredible comments from woman around me that were inspired. That’s when I realised that this is why I am writing. So many people around me in their twenties are getting lost in depression, burnouts or other emotional and psychological exhaustion. Pressure from the outside world, this perfect social media society, gets into our heads and let’s us forget that we are stars. No matter how tiny and with all our imperfections we get to shine!
I love sleep. I love being alone. From now on I get to say that is good for me based on extensive research. How awesome is that? So allow yourself plenty of naps, alone time and just do nothing once in a while.
After writing about resting, I started thinking about wellbeing. One of my friends says I have a baseline happiness. Simply because I am at home with myself. I don’t know if there is some kind of trick or recipe for being happy. I do know that we would be happier if we would be more in touch with the world around us.
I like metaphors. Not just because they are usually so beautifully flawed, but because there is always some way of learning involved. This first week of writing is a practice. I am curious to know if my connections to the world around me make sense to others too. So I would like to ask you if you have ideas, comments or suggestions about how to approach this project. Leave a comment or send me a personal message!
Thank you for bearing with me. For taking the time to read and reflect with me.