“All my life I have looked for a meaning. I ran once around the world, looking for it everywhere, missing the Olympic Games by 0.45 seconds. I spent 400 dollars on the suit for my first interview. I have lived on 400 dollars a month. I cleaned toilets. I cried and screamed in therapy. I made friends and I lost sight of them. I stayed in five star hotels and I put myself in a mental hospital. I fell in love many times. I had my heart broken the same amount of times. And was always on the run – looking for the answer: What am I here for?read more
Have you noticed how babies cry with ease? They don’t have any filters, images or ideas about themselves. They don’t think about what their sadness could mean. They are just expressing what is in the here and now. You see, a baby cries in the moment without thinking: ‘I will not look good when I cry.’, without analyzing: ‘Is this a good time to cry or will I upset someone?’, without judging: ‘I should …read more
We have learned (and finding loads of literature) about the goodness of compromise – the art of compromise. We believe that compromising will get us ahead in life. We mistake compromise for love. We think great relationships need compromise. We all grew up with this belief system. We drank it in our mother milk.
But does that mean it is true?
We all have it: that imaginary picture in our head of ‘Who we think we are’. Thoughts of our self image make us feel either happy or bad about ourselves. Often they circle around in our head while we add non stop commentary. In reality, thoughts pass through the mind and don’t need to mean anything about ‘who we are’. A thought just comes and goes…read more
“The crazy thing is that I didn’t know it. I really thought that I was the one constantly being rejected (mostly by men). That I just wasn’t sexy enough, or too much or whatever story I could come up with. I didn’t see that in my fear of rejection I was being harsh and unfriendly. I was pushing the people away who just wanted to be close to me. I played my games (of being a true bitch) so that nothing and nobody could hurt me. And to top it all I thought of myself as … “read more
Lost in the perceptions of reality: In my teens, my insecurities blew totally out of proportion. Thoughts like ‘I am stupid, I am ugly, nobody likes me, nobody understands me’ were constantly catapulted through my mind. I didn’t really have any understanding, perception or even seeing what is real. I remember that so many things were overwhelming me. For sure I believed every single thought I had about myself was true and consequently I experienced …read more