A demanding day, for me personally means, that I was exposed to a lot of overstimulation for too long of a period, without an opportunity to get away and calm down. After such an experience, a dark room with either just moonlight or another small source of light and my favorite songs via iPod is the best way to recharge and process this overwhelming day . ππ§
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Mount Everest Is Waiting
“Oh what fun, the Mount Everest of laundry is waiting to be dealt with today!” [sarcasm end]
Fellow Animal Lover
I will never forget the day, when my mom and I flew back to Germany with Aubree. Besides the worries about my new beginning back home, O’Hare Airport with its hustle and bustle was challenging enough. But being anxious about how my little puppy girl would get through that 9 1/2 hour flight was yet another emotional difficulty to be dealt with.
While my mom was at the check-in counter I stayed with Aubree, who was in her kennel and quite worked up due to all the commotion around her. And obviously, she picked up on my nervousness as well. I tried to keep both of us as calm as possible, with very limited success. Then, a man came to get Aubree. That’s when the crazy reached a new level. I could no longer keep it together and a full on panic attack became unavoidable. The man tried to calm me, by showing me pictures of his own dogs at home and promised, that he would personally keep an eye on Aubree for as long as he possibly could. After getting my cell phone number, he send me a video about 30 minutes later, holding my sweet little girl in his arms, cuddling her, smiling big. That really helped me relax a little bit. To this present day, that was by far the sweetest gesture of a complete stranger towards me. And I’m so unbelievably thankful to him, for his kindness. A fellow animal lover, who did what he could to help Aubree and myself get through this stressful situation. Aubree was perfectly fine, when I finally got her back in Frankfurt. She was all excited to be back in momma’s arms, and ready to explore her new environment. πΎπ―π
Breaking Free
I had a happy childhood, but grew up overprotected. My parents did what they were supposed to, and raised me to the best of their abilities. In hindsight, they guided and guarded me a little bit too much. Although, I think every teenager feels micromanaged by their parents. Am I wrong?
The best decision I ever made for myself was, to break free from this sheltered environment and move to America with my ex-husband. When we divorced in 2001, I was on my own for the first time, which was scary and exciting equally. Suddenly I was responsible for my own life, knowing precious little about anything. There wasn’t anyone to take charge, make decisions, plan for the future. Uh-oh! It was up to me, the good, the bad – all of it. I learned to love my independence right quick, even though this newly found freedom came with lots of trials and errors. As I got myself established in America, and through amazing friendships, I truly started to get to know my “UN-micromanaged-self”. It may not have taken a different continent to become an individual, but it certainly didn’t hurt either. Moving back to Germany in 2014 feels like 10 steps backwards from how far I fought myself forward. Still, I learned what I am capable of, and I can always look back on that time in America with pride and joy.
Holy Nightmare
That would be Australia, I’m sorry to say. Surely the country is beautiful, the people friendly and lovely. Not only is it way too hot over there for my well-being, they also have way too many of these slithering, creepy animals I am terrified of. They’ve been causing more nightmares, than I care to admit. As wonderful as this country certainly is, regrettably, I will never visit. Sorry! ππ‘
Back To Balance
I don’t want to count, how many times I was in an emotional freefall, and my mom caught me before I hit the bottom. I’m sure it took so much more strength on her part, than she really had to spare. But to this present day, when I’m falling she faithfully catches me. Not only that, she holds on tight, until I am emotionally balanced again and my “inner workings” are back to neutral.
What would I do without her? I can certainly say thank you, by taking good care of her now, that her health is slowly declining. Momma, you are still my hero π―ππ₯
A Snippet Of Conversation
Life: “Go ahead and make plans. I’ll be sure to ignore them”.
Me: “Yah, I know. Lesson learned, thanks”.
Joyous Moments
π§ listening to my favorite songs
π¦ seeing butterflies
π² a walk through the woods
π¦ listening to the birds sing
π my clutter-free apartment
Um, What Was That?
Besides German, English, French and basic math, high school didn’t teach me a lot. Listening to the teachers and reading books didn’t do anything for me. The knowledge I was supposed to gain didn’t stick with me because even to this present day, classroom education is not my way of learning.
Oh, right. What school did teach me is, that some teachers are really cruel if they don’t like you, or, that others really don’t give a rip whether or not you learn and understand a subject, because they only show up for this mandatory circus to cash their paychecks. [We did have a couple of awesome teachers, too, who really cared].
Everyday life was, and still is, the best and most valuable teacher. There have been some hard lessons in the past, but you best believe, that they will stick with me til kingdom come.
Um, high school?….Wasn’t there something?…..Oh! Thank goodness a very long time ago!
Peaceful Coexistence
It is one thing, to admire pretty flower beds, or generally a well maintained garden. Being on the same level with creepy, crawling creatures in the dirt is quite another. And for the longest time, that was a very loud and clear “no thank you!” for me. Even with a good long shower afterwards, it still felt as if one or more of these bugs would be crawling on me….do I have to say it? Eww!!
However, I have been working on my attitude towards gardening. I don’t think I will ever love it, but I do appreciate the feeling of satisfaction, when the flower beds are weed-free, or, when I finished cutting the grass. With regard to the creepy creatures: I am well aware, that I am invading their habitat, and I’m going to have to make peace with that, if I want to continue helping my mom. Do I still feel them crawling all over me? Oh, absolutely! To overcome this feeling of disgust will be a marathon, rather than a sprint I guess. But I am working on a peaceful coexistence. πππ
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