Last day of my leave. I want to make the most out of it, but I also want to take it easy. Easy on myself. Not giving myself the pressure that life and everything has to be epic all the... Continue Reading →
So it turns out that even the Netherlands has remote areas without internet access. So when I drafted a blog yesterday during a weekend with church I couldn't upload what I wrote. Now I am in the train on my way home and I am trying bring all thoughts together. I am having quite a few of them, so consider this one a therapeutic rant to get it out of my head and let it sink deeper in my heart.
We always think it's about metaphorical homes. That it doesn't matter where your house is, as long as you are with people you love, it'll be home. I guess that's true. But I realised it could mean something else as well. Your heart is the place of your feelings, emotions, and tells you how your home is doing today.
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.
Finding the perfect job. That was sort of my ideal picture a couple months ago. But first I needed a break, even though I didn't realise that back in September, and now I am not so convinced anymore that the perfect job exists. There is no such thing as a perfect job and the sociologist in me says: 'too many variables'. But there is the search, the hope, the dream that at some point, things are going to work out. In the mean time, I'll let Paulo Coelho quotes inspire me to keep dreaming.