Your idea on what to focus on when writing your thesis has travelled around the university long before I got a chance to talk to you. The professor looked at me. I felt slightly embarrassed and nervous. Part of me feared that he would laugh at me and say that it was a crazy idea and what have you, but he was kind, understanding and went a long with my idea (at least to begin with 🙂 ). He challenged me to set it up, how, what, where, when until I finally realised myself that it could never work in real life.
Will I ever get there and? I looked at the headline, I had just written down for today’s post. What should I add after and? And there was just something about that sentence I didn’t like. Somehow it triggered something inside me – but what?
It felt mostly like anger, like when people tell you, that you can’t do this or that, that you’re no good at this or that or (my personal favorite) Do you really think you’ll be able to do that? I mean it could possible be too difficult or too hard for you. I don’t think that’s such a good idea for you. I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt and upset again. And I wouldn’t want to sit opposite you in 6 months time and you still haven’t gotten anywhere! Continue reading “Will I – I will – day 8”→
I looked around. It looked like a scene from the Braveheart film. As far as the eye could see injured and dead people. It was indeed a bloodbath. I was the last one standing. I held my sword high in my hand and roared. I felt strong and victorious. Continue reading “The horse and the battlefield – day 4”→
She sat down in front of me. I felt nervous yet calm (is that even possible?). What happened next, I did not see coming. There was no way I could have predicted it. She gave me her necklace. I held it in my hand and was about to close my eyes. I didn’t get that far before the first picture popped up in my head – before my eyes. It seemed so real.
I thought I had to sit there for a long time, focus, close my eyes, breath heavily in and out, asking my guides for help. But the picture just appeared. I wanted to interpret it immediately – what did it mean? How was I suppose to tell her what I had seen? Sure, my ego was keen to analyse, but somehow I instinctly new that I should not do that. I should let whomever had shown me the picture answer. I looked away for a second and then I got my answer and a lot more pictures and little short films. Continue reading “Alone in the tree – day 3 of the Law of attraction experiment”→
But what does it do? She asked. I looked out the window, well I think it cleans the footpath (looking at this strange machine/car/golf car?-ish thing driving very slowly next to us on the path), I said hoping that the 4 year old in the back seat would find the answer sufficient. Cleans the footpath? I turned briefly to look at her. Seriously? She said whilst still looking puzzled. I could tell that she couldn’t understand it, and then I said to her, well it doesn’t make any sense to me either.
We both started laughing. Me perhaps a little more than her. My stomach starting to hurt whilst trying to keep it together and start driving as the lights turned. I couldn’t stop laughing and after a while she told me as a matter of fact-ish: You know what, mommy? The circus is not in town! Which only made it that more difficult for me to stop laughing (and driving, I might add). Continue reading “Happy thoughts and smiley faces – day 2 of the experiment :-)”→
Is it possible to get from 46 to 111 within a very short time? Well I guess it depends, what you’re talking about, right? Can you attract what you want in life? Is there really such a thing called “The law of attraction”? I mean is it really possible and is it something you can learn? Is it difficult? I mean if it was easy, then wouldn’t everyone do it and get what they wanted in life? Are there certain limits on what you can attract? Well I have decided to do an experiment without any previous experience regarding the matter. Continue reading “Law of attraction – an experiment”→
She leaned forward and looked at something on the counter. I found myself staring at her hair (bare with me, I know this sounds crazy, but there’s a point, I promise). Her hair was parted in the middle and combed very tight down the side of her head and then somehow she had still managed to put the two sides of hair back in a ponytail.
The front of her hair was cut quite short, but still long enough to be brushed literately straight up in the air. When you looked at it from above, it looked like her hair was parted in three almost the same size partings. But somehow the three parts worked together as an united unit and she completely pulled it off, by the way.