Caught by a particular thought 

Sometimes it just happen that you want to turn off all the thoughts, that are running through your mind, right? But this isn’t that easy done as said. I catch myself in returning to some thoughts, that I usually want to ignore, all day long. Like, no I have more important things to do as always thinking about things that I can’t change yet or anymore. Why people are like that and how to get rid of this thought carousel? Right, it’s not easy. But a way of learning. You can control it by focusing on other things. This is what I should do now. Melt away negative thoughts and do something nice. 👌 
Cheers!  

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Coming in hot

arid, clouds, daylightOkay, I actually force myself to write everyday. But, damn….time flies by pretty fast and I have the feeling, that I literally achieve nothing in my life. DAMN IT.

And I’m lazy atm.

I don’t know why, maybe it’s the heat, but I get up in the morning and wanna return to bed and sleep until I don’t feel that tired anymore. It’s hot over here. Very hot. At least,… I make myself think that it’s the heats fault, and not mine. Lol.

But the truth is, that most people have a lazy time in their lives, haven’t we? On some days, you feel so energetic, that you think you could reach anything imaginable and on some other days, you’re a huge shadow of yourself. Nothing more. I’m latter at the moment, but I keep thinking positive. I will get my energy back. I’m sure about that.

 

Cheers!

 

 

Learning by making mistakes 

Close-up of TextI have to admit, that I really make a bunch of mistakes: in writing, in art, in music. I don’t get how people work without mistakes, anyway.

As expected, you really learn a lot from your mistakes. You accept them, and get better and better. I have a great example: My first portfolio was a HUGE mess. I didn’t know what or how to set my pictures that good to make them look somehow appealing. I needed a portfolio the fastest possible way, as I had a presentation about my work. It was, well,….for me, as a perfectionist, just terrible. The people, who looked at my book, they were amazed. Don’t ask me why. I really hated this book. Everything about it. I just wanted to throw it away as soon as I returned home.

I, happily, ignored the fact that I’m gonna need a new portfolio for some month. However, a few weeks ago, I realised that it’s very important to finally made a new one. So I started. I created and did. I worked days over days, I deleted, I re-created, I cried, I laughed.

Yesterday it came to me in book form and guess what? I WAS SATISFIED. I can’t tell you how much. I saw my book and was happy. I looked into it, and the happiness was ongoing. I made something right. Yes. After hours of desperation, I finally did it. So, the moral of this story is: You totally need mistakes, or how do you think, you would get better elsewise?? Make mistakes, write wrong, play wrong, sing wrong, paint wrong. Every mistake just bring you closer to a whole. It will bring you to a feeling of “finally achieving something”. Sure, mistakes will make you cry, sometimes maybe even put shame on you. But take all those experiences and let them flow into your new work, into your better work.

Dalí once said: “No tengas miedo de la perfección, nunca la alcanzarás” or in English: “Have no fear of perfection – you’ll never reach it.” and I think that’s it. (Although, in my opinion, he’s perfect. But that’s a matter of opinion, anyway. Right?)

So, with this, I wish you a happy Friday. Create things, make art, play music, write stories. Just be aware of everything and accept mistakes. Improve yourself, everyday a little bit more and be happy about it then.

Cheers!

 

How to handle Egoistic neighbours?

There is this special neighbour of mine. She’s actually a very lovely and nice young woman. Nice, at that point, that she greets me. Lol.  I never even talked to her more than three words, but anyway, she seems very kind.

But I have a particular problem with her. She’s egoistic. How do I know that, although I never really talked to her? Well, it’s all about the way, she parks her car.

Yes. That’s it.

We have a, I just call it like that now, “communal bridge” in our neighbourhood. So, when it’s heavily raining and even hailing (which it does often atm), the people, who does not have a garage (like me!) can park their cars under that mentioned bridge. Nice idea, right? But this just doesn’t work, when stated lady parks her car across the whole thing. Isn’t that weird? If you would park your car just straight to the bridge wall, three cars would have space to stand below. But, no….Lady Egoist, she (who has a carport, by the way) takes all the space. So, I really wonder myself, why she is doing that? If anyone can tell me the answer, please go for it!

I will not give up, you know? The next time, I see the friendly Señorita, I will ask her if she may not be that egoistic. But in a nice way, of course, as I’m a peace loving human being.

 

Cheers!

The time, you spend waiting

When it comes to waiting you can either be good or bad with it. 

There are people, who actually enjoy the time, while waiting on something. Maybe for an appointment or a date. Whatever. They use the time between doing things, to actually relax and enjoy. 

Doing nothing? Like, really just sitting/standing there and look around, be aware of your vicinity. 

I’m kinda more the other type. I am the one, who hates doing nothing. It really goes on my nerves. I rather sit there (as I just do at the moment) and write something. 

So, here I am, trying to pass the time until my appointment is about to begin. It’s hot over here, there are some people waiting as well, which give me the insight, that I must wait longer and longer. Gosh. 

Maybe I should start to work further on my book. I should do that now. 
Cheers! 

The story of your life

The Last Bow BookWe all have stories in our heads, but there is ONE story, that actually could be the story of your life. Not because you are such an interesting person, NO, because it took you almost your whole life to finally finish it.

For this particular story, you would do anything, just to get it finished someday. You sit to your writing devise (whatever this is) and work, you stop, you work again, you get ideas, you fail, you gather information and ideas, you write again, perhaps you have a writer’s blockade, but then: You continue.

This goes on and on and on, but someday (hopefully) you reach your point, where you are able to say “I finished the story. My baby is born.” (ignore me)

So, I try to keep motivated, while writing, but to be honest, if you work on a very well researched story, the story almost writes itself without help. You are just the one, who type it down. The story takes over your brain and you keep on writing and writing. That’s lovely, right?

 

Cheers!

 

Reality and time, time and reality. 

Why reality and time doesn’t really exist. 
First of all, because everybody has their own reality. What’s real to you, doesn’t mean it’s real to someone else. That’s a fact, isn’t it? 

Secondly, time is so totally irrelevant that I sometimes really need to laugh about it. Like, wait…. I just got up in the morning, how could it be that late already? Or, wait. Wasn’t it just afternoon and now it’s the next day? Time flies by so damn fast and we focus on so much unimportant things. It’s ridiculous. What I want to say is: life is way too short to worry too much about useless things, it’s way too short to do things, that you don’t like to do.  

Time literally slips through your fingers, you can’t grab it, nor hold it and you can’t stop that. You simply can’t do anything against it. You need to be aware of this and try to enjoy as much time you have. 

Now go and do something that makes you (and maybe someone else) happy and enjoy your time.

Cheers! 

Learning a foreign language 

To speak more than one language (and hereby,  I mean your native languages.) is not only important, because you are able to communicate with more people, no, it’s also important because whenever you are learning something new, your brain has something to do. It works and works. You get smarter.
In our app filled time, it’s very easy to learn different languages. We have plenty of applications, that help you with that. You can sit by your breakfast and instead of checking emails or social media, try to check your language app. Believe me, this is a gorgeous way to start into the day.

 
Cheers!

The fear of flying 

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Okay as a person, who’s not really into flying, I need to admit that I already flew very often in my life. But it doesn’t matter how often I do so, I still have this fear inside me, when entering the plane.

So I tried to take a closer look at it. Why am I afraid? About what exactly? Where my fear did even come from?

My uncle is a hobby pilot. He owns a small plane and flies just for fun. That’s weird. Even more weird is that, as he’s my godfather as well, he named the aircraft after me. Nice, but, still…. Weird. I never flew with it, by the way. Because, yes. I kinda hate flying and to sit in a tiny plane called Luis, where you can feel every gust of wind, never really was a dream of mine, to be honest.

Then I took a glimpse at my dad, who always wanted to be a pilot as well, but, at last, decided not to spent all his free time learning it. He decided, it’s way better to relax and accompany uncle Armando.

Anyway… It still doesn’t really gave me any insight where my fear of flying even came from? Sister loves  flying, Cousins, they all love flying, etc.

Then… My Mother. She’s afraid of flying. She never did it. Because she doesn’t want to crash. Good reason, I already thought as a child. She told me the most horrible stories of what could happen, while in the air. This was the total counterpart to my father, who always fancy about the freedom, while in the air. 

So here I was. A young kid, one parent told me, how flying is a piece of total freedom, that makes alive. The other, how desperate and fearful you must feel, when you know the plane is about to crash and there is not really a chance of rescue.

And me? Well I think I’m the perfect mixture between them. I’m kinda afraid of flying, as I think about the last few seconds you would realise the absolute certainly that you gonna die, when crashing. But, happily, on the other hand, I see the chances to reach foreign countries the easy way. Not that romantic as my pilot uncle would hold a torch for, but still, I can weigh the pros and cons of spending some time high above in the sky.

For me, it will be in July. I hope I’m still positive tempered, when arriving at the airport. Wish me luck!

 

Cheers!