Day 363 – Scared

I don't like to admit it, but I am scared for lots of things. Scared to get seriously sick. Scared to share. Scared to fail. Scared that I am not good enough. Scared of what will happen next. Scared of being lonely. Scared of lossing people I love. Scared to quit.  This blog. It's almost... Continue Reading →

Day 216 & 217 – Pure emotion

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it... Continue Reading →

Day 169 – Scared of scarcity

I think many of us are scared of scarcity. Afraid that we don't have enough. It seems to be deep in our nature. How often do you wake up with the thought: "I haven't had enough sleep." Or throughout the day you think there isn't enough time to finish that one thing at work, do... Continue Reading →

Day 144 – Dare to fail

That's what my day started with. Dare to fail. Next to a couple pressure moments in silence and a Psalm, I read a book with very short notes to get you thinking. There's 365 of them. I am reading them together with my blog. The main reason is not to confuse my brain too much by all those numbers. I admit, I read those little quotes and notes. Usually I forget what it said till the next day, but today it sort of stuck with me. Daring to fail. It's harder than I thought.

Day 102 – The road to success

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.

Day 95 – New rhythm

Who am I? Or mainly, what am I? Am I still a student? Or am already integrated into a citizen like lifestyle? I am confused. By now it really got to me that I am not studying anymore. But to be honest, I am definitely not used to the regular life of a real housewife. Okay, let's not get there too fast. But my point is clear. I am in a transition phase and I need to accept that.

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