One last journey to and from the clinic and I spent the rest of the day recovering from a week of emotional ups and downs. Monday – I spent doing stuff people do, when they return from a holiday. Tuesday – I was a bundle of nerves waiting for Mr. M to come out of the operation room. Wednesday – I switched from worrying for Mr. M’s wellbeing, shopping for a suitable shirt to match with the pants I planned to wear for the interview and mentally preparing myself for it. Thursday – I was full of adrenalin before, during and after my very first job interview. Now we’re back to Friday, when I felt like doing nothing.
While I was digesting all the experiences I have made and feelings I have felt this week, I thought that it was terrible that I did not have the chance to digest the moment immediately after it happened. I admit that this week might have been extreme. However I have the feeling that we do not dwell on our emotions for long, especially if these emotions are unpleasant. For example I find it frustrating to watch the news on TV after something tragic has happened. One moment the newscaster is talking about thousands of people losing their lives because of a Tsunami and with the next breath the Sports segment is introduced with a smile. Continue reading
I do not expect flowers or chocolate or candle light dinners on Valentine’s Day. I know that Mr. M loves me and I think it is a total waste of money to spend them on overpriced perishables like roses. Don’t misunderstand me, I love roses for their sweet sensual smell but most of the roses sold on Valentine’s Day are deep red, lovely to look at but do not smell at all. Mr. M and I love dark chocolate and we always have some in the fridge. I don’t have to wait for Valentine’s Days to enjoy a good dinner in the company of my loved one. But this blog is not about me dissing the commercialisation of love in the name of St. Valentine. This blog is about love and dealing with the fear of losing one’s love forever. Continue reading
My condolences to the family of Whitney Houston.
I vividly remember sitting in front of the TV, watching The Bodyguard. Her supposedly terrible acting skills did not bother the teenager me. In fact I thought the movie was great and learned of the singer Whitney Houston for the first time. How often have I tried singing the karaoke version of the song I will always love you! But her powerful voice and musical talent cannot be simply copied. Continue reading
Today I had my very first skiing lessons. Mr. M wanted to ensure that I have the perfect conditions to learn how to ski. Therefore he booked a private tutor for three hours and the ski slope in Wintermoosalm is perfect for beginners. The ski school even promises fear free skiing but I guess I am Manfred’s (my ski tutor) first total failure. After the first lesson I am not better off than before the lesson and unfortunately it would probably remain my only attempt till our next winter holiday. Continue reading
Do you remember the time when you were 15? I remember going to school, taking part in a Talent Show, having crushes and not spending any thought on life or death matters. I was deeply shocked reading an article about a 15 year old, who was tortured to death by his own sister and her partner. He and 2 other siblings were living with their parents in Paris and were visiting their sister in London for Christmas. The boy was tortured over a period of days during which he reportedly begged to be killed. (Topping, 2012) I cannot imagine how it must feel like to be abused like that by a loved one. 😦 A special prayer goes out for Kristy, his family and all other victims of violence.
All dreams and hopes can be extinguished in a moment triggered by an unforeseeable chain of events.
Topping, A. (2012, 01 05). theguardian. Retrieved 01 07, 2012, from http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2012/jan/05/boy-tortured-drowned-sorcery-claims