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Gerrianne Pennings

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Day 229 – Relieved

So how do I get unstuck? How do I make the right decision? I must admit that I’ve always been really good at putting pressure on myself. As much as I want to give myself time and space to come... Continue Reading →

Day 159 – Rollercoasters

I love rollercoasters. The adrenaline. The rush of blood through your veins. The wind in your face. And then the solid silence after you stand with two feet on the ground again. It's one of those metaphors for the life... Continue Reading →

Day 122 – Saying ‘no’

I don't know about you, but I find saying 'no' one of the hardest things in the world. But I do believe that being successful, or even just simply not getting a burn-out, is to say 'no'. Today I received a beautiful, hand-made wedding invitation in the mail. I want to attend that day and share in the joy of a new chapter in the life of friends, but on the same day is important family event celebrating 60 years of marriage of my grand parents. Both on opposite sides of the country. I can't be in both places at the same time, so I am going to have to say 'no' to one of them.

Day 107 – Butterflies in my stomach

Do you know that feeling? Butterflies in your stomach? I see you all thinking. "Is she in love?" Okay, I'm not in love. Or maybe I am. But I am keeping that information for myself. At least for now. I want to write about a different type of butterflies. The butterflies you get when you wake up after a good night sleep and are motivated for a new day. The butterflies you get when you are starting a new project. The butterflies you get when you finally clean up your room, ready to move to new destinations. The butterflies that I feel when I find my purpose.

Day 86 – Melting cultures and families

I'm struggling with this one. My thoughts are there, but the words don't seem to fall into the right place. But what I am trying to bring across today has to do with the afternoon Christmas walk. Tons of families went to the nearby castle to walk around while the men were blowing traditional midwinter horns. It's an old craft. The long wooden horns are still hand made. The tradition gets passed on from grandfather to father to son. In the clear and crispy air, the sound carries far. Since it was a beautiful and clear day, the walk attracting many people on this second day of Christmas.

Day 77 – Dressember

Earlier this month I wrote about participating in #Dressember. A world wide movement of women (and men) who were dresses every day in December to raise awareness and money in order to restore dignity to all women. I wrote about it on one of the first days of December, I think. Anyways, it's 17 December today, so we are a little over halfway. So here are some of my personal reflections.

Day 56 – I want to know

I want to know. I want to know what I am supposed to do next. Which path to choose. Which way to go. Which decision is the right one. I don't know. I want to know. Call me impatient. Judge me for my willingness to be in control. Sometimes, or quite often, I just don't understand myself. I am trying to make sense of what is going on in my mind and heart and I simply don't know. I know that the path is out there, it just covered in mist.

Day 50 – To choose or not to choose

The first 50 days are over! I freaking did it. Wrote 50 blogs so far. And you know what? I am proud of myself for sticking with it. This weekend I visited one of my dear camp sisters in Maastricht. I wrote about that yesterday. She asked me: "how do you keep finding inspiration?" Being at day 50, I decided to engage with that question. How do I find inspiration to write? To be very honest with you, it's as simple as making a choice to write about what happens. Observing the little things in life, like the sun breaking through the clouds while crossing the river in Maastricht and connecting those observations to wider thoughts somewhere floating around in my mind.

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