PTSD as quest to rescue your True Self and awaken the heroin within.
I will be off two weeks soon, and will be working on my self help book, as promised. Last months, since 13th November, I have been building basics of this website. My goal for 2020 is clear, as soon as I am done with second book, I will translate it in English and finally go and knock on the door of publishing houses. In the meanwhile, I leave you with this homework: question your self on what you want to become and to be in 2020, hence in your life, here and now. Did you make your point with your expectations? Disappointed? Feel in a mess? Lost? “Welcome, darlings!”
Healing Identity Issues and Body/Mind.
Here you find three songs for my best wishes in 2020. Diversity is how you feel inside, it’s not only a matter of appearance and body image. In my youth I ‘ve been struggling with anorexia and bulimia nervosa, hence today I respect my body as a temple, despite it’s not perfect and I don’t like it, I madly love it. And nobody can tell me wrong. I wish you make peace with your body, in 2020, as well as your mental, use your body, learn a new practice, try with a class, choose a You Tube channel to start with, give you a chance to stretch your legs, back, shoulders and mind. Your body is your best friend and ally. You understand this better when you get older. And it starts talking, aching and pain cries out loud, cos it’s not happy about bad habits and a sedentary life. Your body wants that you move, stretch and sweat, he wants you kick your ass, not until you are tired, but until you are done. My best resolutions for 2020 include half an hour of fitness as daily routine. Or going for a walk. Or doing some yoga with my heartalchemist Youtuber, in her fashionable outfits, who makes me feel like I was in California. Even thou it’s cold and wet outside my apart. Whatever you choose to do for your wealthy lifestyle, know that it’s up to you. We have a tendency to hide behind “I am what I am” meaning that we cannot change. Often that is an excuse to keep on being lazy and play victims. I know a few people this way and I can’t blame them. I am just saying, this is not my way. In order to become my better version, I always choose the path not taken. I might be able to read you this poem with my new microphone waiting at home for this weekend. And then, silence, and back to my desk for this absolutely inspiring book. You won’t be disappointed. Until then… take care.
The road not taken.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
I am what I am.
This is Me.
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