Do not listen to others. Follow your inner voice. Cover your ears and repeat “Me, me, me, me, me, me, me”. Continue reading Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Let them have it. They are allowed even if they have a roof over their head, food in their belly, healthy loved ones; even if they seemingly have it all. Don’t pull, don’t push. Tell them it is OK to feel lost, to not have the answers or the strength to look for them; tell them it is OK to complain, it is OK to cry, it is OK to feel overwhelmed by sadness. Continue reading Be sad
If you Jacknicholson me, I might go all Eastwick on you but this has nothing to do with me having mastered The Craft. Well… it is a superpower, a blessing and a curse, but despite what some think it is not magic. Continue reading I am a witch
I recently told someone I was too romantic to cut my grass on a regular basis.
– I love it when it is outgrown and fluffy. When I say “I’m romantic”, I mean it in the literary sense. Romanticism, with nature representing the character’s state of mind. I realised yesterday that my garden echoes the chaos in my head. Continue reading The Murky Window Theorem
Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I put on a nature documentary, preferably on marine life. There’s something about the sea that is smoothing and allows me to tune off. The other night, I found an episode on high seas I hadn’t seen. As I started it, the contradiction of my action hit me yet again: deep water scares me. By this I don’t mean I get a bit hesitant when it comes to swimming in open waters; as soon as my feet cannot touch the ground, terror runs through my veins. It floods my muscles and I feel them spams while I frantically swim. My mind spins out of control at the thought of something huge – most certainly a shark but why not a behemoth never before seen – grabbing me from the darkness below. Continue reading The Whale and The Shiny Little Thing Paradox
You know I’d rather trust my instincts. You know I look for goodness in people. You know that I do that with life.
You all know that and still I sometimes forget.
Continue reading La Vi got inked
I knew I was different as a child, I just could not place how. One day, I saw a documentary or read something about gifted children and thought “That’s it. I am a genius.” I fantasized somebody would recognize me as one and I would be put in a special school where I’d learn a lot and have friends (little 9-year-old me was pretty lonely and depressed, remember?). It did not happen. Continue reading La Vi is gifted
My speech is faster in French than in other languages. My words are hit on a tapan* in Macedonian, half-munched in Spanish, careful in Dutch and round in English. I only speak in metaphors in French, English or Spanish. I am direct in Dutch and Macedonian. My many languages give me so many identities… or am I giving my many languages an identity? Continue reading La Vi has many voices
I was too sensitive, too chatty, too touchy, too serious, too complicated… I was too much to others because I was too little to myself. Continue reading La Vi is not too much