⌚ tardiness
📴 being on the phone [loudly] in public places
📏 disregard for the personal space of others
Category: Creative Writing
Halfway Heart – Bluma Petersen
I stumbled upon this song “Halfway Heart” by Bluma Petersen a few days ago. At the minute, I’m listening to it on repeat and thought I’d share it with you as a musical snack at midnight. The singer Nadja Alsén’s voice reminds me a little bit of Jewel…
I’m sure glad to have found this lovely, calm song. Have a good night and a relaxing Sunday!!
Wide Open Spaces
I’ve never been a fan of the mountains and struggle to see the beauty in them. To me personally, mountain ranges are enclosures and make me feel confined, even though I’m not claustrophobic, per se. So if you want to go hiking in the mountains, by all means have at it, just please be so good and leave me at home. Thanks a million.
Instead, I love being by the ocean, to feel the sand beneath my feet and hear the seagulls cry. The repetitive sounds that the waves produce, are comforting and relaxing. Not many things beat looking towards the horizon and taking in the vastness of the ocean. Wide open spaces….so beautiful….so freeing…. so soothing 🌊. Have a lovely Saturday!!
Our Favorites
🍽 Kohlrabi and carrots in white sauce with boiled potatoes and bratwurst
🍽 our version of ratatouille [prepared in tomato sauce with veggies we like] and pasta or rice
🍽 German pancakes [not quite as thin as crêpes] with apple sauce and cinnamon
Colorful September
My favorite month of the year is September. The seasons are changing from summer to autumn, with more comfortable temperatures during the day and cooler nights for better sleep.
Not to mention, that it is absolutely beautiful when the leaves begin to change colors. I take in the beauty around me very consciously and appreciate it, before winter comes with mostly grey-ish, drab weather. Cooler days towards the end of September also ring in the season of fall/winter vegetables, and with it oven baked meals and hearty stews, yumm-tumm-tumm 😊.
Magnificently Ignored
Especially during my twenties and thirties I should have trusted my instincts. Instead, I did a magnificent job at ignoring them and paid my dues for doing so. Now, much older and a tiny bit smarter, I listen and place the proper value into those little warning signals from deep within. It took quite long enough, to be sure. And still, better late than not at all.
No More Performance Mask
Gosh, it used to be of utmost importance, that others perceive me as a jovial and pleasant person, someone, they’d like to be around and spend time with. Interestingly enough, the harder I tried to give off a good first impression, the more my efforts seemed to backfire. The feedback I received was rather negative. Most often I was told, that my behavior came across as rehearsed and artificial [which it was, and remains to be due to autism]. And still, that criticism felt like a punch to the gut for all my “hard work”. From then on, I started to be more authentic. That wasn’t necessarily well received either, but I began feeling more like myself instead of a performer.
Nowadays I can’t claim indifference about how others perceive me, but I’m not putting on the “out-in-public-performance-mask” anymore. I’ve learned throughout the years, that I’m not “everybody’s cup of tea” and that’s okay because I don’t aspire to be. No one’s arm is being twisted to like me. Trying to be true to myself is the ticket, I think. Those around me always have the option to either take me the way I am, or to steer clear. Have a lovely Sunday!!
Yawning From Front To Back Cover
The book I’m currently [and forcedly] trying to get through is by a German author named Manuela Inusa. The book is entitled “Blumenmeere” which roughly transaltes to “flower seas”.
Iris is an up and coming artist known for her paintings of girls holding, or being surrounded by flowers. She learns, that her boyfriend is cheating on her with her best friend since childhood.
In an effort to save the friendship, the two women meet for a clarifying conversation. Instead they separate in anger, and Iris becomes witness to her friend’s death, because she carelessly runs
into the street and gets hit by a bus. Lost in anger, sorrow and self blame, Iris moves in with
her grandmother who raised both her and her sister. And of course, in due time she meets a
new man, who happens to be just the kind of guy she was looking for all her life…
What a traumatic start, to be sure. Unfortunately, the way this story unfolds is utterly predictable. The book becomes unnecessarily long-winded and boring. [That’s just my humble opinion].
It is rather disappointing that Iris’ reflecions of the past, including her own behavior, don’t lead to the understanding, that she is at fault as well. She continues to blame her former best friend. And of course she meets a new man […and yada, yada, yada…] the story will probably end with “happily ever after”. I won’t know, because I’m going to find something else to read and make a junk journal out of this book. Yep, I like that idea ☺ Hopefully the next book will hold my interest from front to back cover. Thanks very much for your visit to my blog today. Enjoy your weekend!!
Lovely Alternatives
I would absolutely love to go back to the USA. However, I’m talking about the beautiful PRE Trump country I left in April 2014, to be perfectly blunt. Now, with everything we hear about America in the news here, no thank you, I’m so disappointed to say.
Lovely alternatives to America would be Canada, New Zealand or Scotland. Question is, when can I leave? 😊 Have a great day!!
No Progress At All
Lesson learned: self assessments are not to be trusted [in my case].
Oh my word. Just the other evening I thougth to myself, that I really made some headway with regard to being more flexible throughout any given day. I was under the impression, that unforseen situations no longer cause as much havoc, and disrupt my entire day as much as they still did, let’s say two years ago. That’s what I thought. But the proof is in the pudding, as we know. And what do you think? I was proven wrong yet again.
The cause for this morning’s changed routine is not relevant now. But it ended up affecting the entire day, my mood, my productivity, in short everything. I was so disappointed in myself for not having made any progress at all. I do try, but apparently not enough. So, while this is a discouraging setback, giving up is not an option. No matter what, I have to persevere. Even if it won’t get better going forward either, perhaps I can be proud of myself for sticking with it.
Trivialities & Intricacies 
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