It's a Thursday evening. Only 101 days left of my writing project. So I'd better make them count, huh? I'm listening to some Norah Jonas music. The power is off tonight. It went off a bit after 6. I'd just... Continue Reading →
"Did you realize that last week was your half birthday? You're now 24,5 years old" a special someone told me yesterday. I honestly forgot. Completely. Last Sunday, April 2nd, was my half birthday. I don't really think half birthdays are... Continue Reading →
It's Sunday evening. I am watching Call the Midwife on BBC one. The intro of the series starts with an opening from diary of a midwife. "Chapter 1. Why did I even start this?" It's exactly the thought that I have been having during the past week. I wasn't feeling well, didn't have much energy and didn't really have any inspiration. But this weekend I also saw some special friends that I hadn't seen a long while. Most of them I hadn't seen since I started this blog, but quite a few of them have been following my stories to my surprise. Some asked me how I managed to keep it up. The answer came to me somewhere on the walk through the city. It takes practice. The practice of love and loyalty.
Giving advice. I don't know how I feel about it. I have friends who ask for advice. What do I say? I try not to overthink it, but I also want to carefully consider my answers. Sometimes I hope don't take what I say to seriously, but it does come from a good heart. Having said that, I am currently writing up some notes into a coherent document with ideas about leadership.
Good friends are those that can ask you critical questions. I still remember one of those moments. We were getting of the car. Not at a random parking place, but on a boat from the UK back to the European main land. My friend asked me: "Don't you just have too many close friends?" My instant response was no. I mean how can you have too many friends? But once in a while, when I sit down in solitude with a cup of tea and write a letter to a friend far away that I wish I could talk to more often, I start to understand that it isn't always possible to be friends with everyone all the time.
Sometimes I get surprised by how many people like a certain blog that I wasn't so convinced about in the first place. Like the one from Sunday about my home made bread. So today I was thinking about why that is. What makes blogs about tiny, seemingly insignificant moments in my life, worth while to share? What I have noticed over the past few months is that I pay more and more attention to details. Of course, I use this blog to vent about big ideas and important thoughts, but mostly it is just little random moments in a day that catch people's interest.
When long days become late nights, you know that blog writing isn't going to happen anymore. After I came home last night (a.k.a. very early in the morning) from an evening with friends. During the card game we played I already realised that my brain didn't really function anymore, so writing a proper blog wasn't going to happen. So jeeij! You get to read 3 blogs during your weekend! One of the things we talked about was our future lives. Time is a weird, flowing thing. We all have awfully detailed pictures in our heads. Not of ourselves. From each other.