WOO YOUR LIFE & RELATIONSHIPS
We all want to change something in our lives.
But from knowing to acting can be far, aren’t you agree? We get stuck in the middle–remember your New Year resolutions?
Is it our motivation or will-power we need to strengthen?
Or is there something else to help us to take that crucial step? [Read more…]
My very first guest post is published on Purpose Fairy!Hate and love. Deepest secrets of the Universe and a human brain. Stories we make about ourselves, and stories we tell.
Nothing seems to be permanent. Everything’s changing like waters in Flensburg fjord–from light to darkness through the shades of grey, and back again. [Read more…]
That nasty, nagging voice inside your head.
“I can’t do anything right. I’m not good enough. I will never pull it through. I’m useless.”
Argh…
It doesn’t matter how much you try to do your best – it never seems good enough. The voice is almost always there.
Your diligent inner critic.
It mocks you in the morning, your rumpled face and tousled hair: “You look awful! You need to get to bed earlier.”
It keeps you from taking opportunities and trying new things, crippling you with self-doubt and apathy: “You will never pull it off, just forget it!” [Read more…]
“I’m coming home,” Josie chirped when Annabelle answered the phone. “What can I get for you, Mom?”
“And why would I need you, useless as you are?”
Mother’s words cut through the distance, piercing deep into Josie’s heart. Numb, she hung up and tried to steady her trembling hands.
She made herself a cup of tea, grabbed her ticket from the table and tore it into shreds. She sat in silence for a while sipping her favourite oolong, feeling nothing but pain. [Read more…]
Tell me something.
How often do you look forward to seeing your mum only to be stroked with the iron splints of her criticism?
Sigh.
“What took you so long? Now I’m late,” she greets you at the door.
You sprint into the kitchen to fill her fridge with homemade goodies you’ve spent hours conjuring up. She waits impatiently in the doorway, her eyes glued to your back.
“Leave it, would you? I must go.”
You swallow the humble pie and help your mother into the car. [Read more…]
Let us forgive each other – only then will we live in peace.
~L.N. Tolstoy
Mama is dying.
Slowly disintegrating into an unknown existence. First her mind, and now also her body.
All she remembers is her name.
And me, her daughter.
Sometimes I wish she were already dead to save her from pain and feeling embarrassed. She would be horrified by her looks, wicked games of the dying brain and the damn dependency on the others.
I know Mama too well. [Read more…]
