I just came home. I went out for a coffee with a friend. A sister. We resisted the coffee and cake part and drank some healthy juices instead. It's a simple hour of fellowship and trusting ourselves into the hands... 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.