Tuesday, January 31, 2012

This is what I do

People often ask me what I do for a living. Well... that is pretty hard to explain. I don't feel the need to do anything. I like what I do now. I like to hang out with others and I like to talk about diabetes. So I attend workshops and I teach others about diabetes by giving similar seminars. There are several invitations to go out there and spread the word on diabetes. I like to educate people. Probably the teacher inside of me? I don't know. I'm not a professional diabetes nurse and I do not pretend to be one. The seminars I give are based on my own experience with D and the way I look at it. Giving medical advice is not my job and I won't go there. There are professionals out there to fulfill that need.
I hear that I can be a great motivator and I want to use that given to help out others. I want to let other diabetics know, that life isn't over after being diagnosed. Okay, it's a chronic disease and diabetes complications are not to be waved away. That's not what I come to talk about. I want to educate, to reassure, to inform and to spread awareness. I want to comfort people, reach out to them and refer them to a doctor who can help them move on and get good treatment.

You have no idea how good it feels, when someone comes over to you and tells you they have better control over their diabetes because I motivated them. How well their HbA1c has become since they started to count carbs and got better information on how to treat their diabetes. It's heart warming to hear that a teen is doing so much better since she started pumping insulin. The joy of her parents was overwhelming and I can relate to their concern. It's so wonderful to see someone bloom and grow because of your interference. That's why I do what I do. And I do it with all the warmth of my heart.

The other week, I went to visit a nun, who's been a T1 diabetic for 26 years. She had no idea that her not recognizing hypoglycemia actually had a name: hypo unawareness. She didn't know what carbohydrates were or what they did to her blood glucose. She had no idea there were appliances like insulin pumps, to help you get better control. So we had a good talk and last week, she was in the hospital to learn how to count carbs and to get to know her insulin pump. She was in tears by my visit and so happy she had finally met someone who understood what diabetes is about. I was proud to see that she had followed my advice, since she was going through her carb counting book to search for the carb contents of her dinner. She had so many questions and tears of joy and relief were rolling down her cheeks.. And that's what I do..  It may not be a job to you, but it's what I'm good at. It's what I do best. And it's what I like to do.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Pleased to meet you

I often wonder how people get to meet one another. Over the years, I have met so many people but I keep forgetting how we met. I try to focus, but sometimes I really can't figure it out. Who addressed who, what lines did we use to introduce ourselves? How long after that first meeting did we meet again? The years go by and I forget. Memories build up and some fade away. Some friendships get more intense while others extinguish slowly as candles. Do you ever know in advance if an encounter will turn into a deep friendship? I'm glad we don't know. We wouldn't do our best to get to know the other person if we knew in advance the friendship wouldn't last. I honestly don't believe all friendships have to remain as intense. Even less intense friendships can be worth maintaining. You don't have to see each other every week to be good friends. I nurture my friends. Pleased to meet you. When will I see you again?

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Do you want to know my secret?

I don't know how you feel about having or sharing secrets. Are we entitled to having secrets or are we supposed to make someone a partner in crime or not have any secrets at all? I don't know. Secrets don't always have to be huge secrets. Sometimes there are smaller secrets you just want to keep private. Just because other people wouldn't understand. Or just because you don't feel like sharing them. Because you want to keep some things to yourself. Because they are private. Because it's too delicate to share. Because it's a part of you you don't want to share with the rest of the world. Not everything needs to be told on the Internet. Not everything has to be brought right out in the open. Let me have my secrets. I let you have yours...

Saturday, January 28, 2012

I think I wanna marry you

Congratulations, my friend. This very right day, your youngest son is getting married to his beautiful girlfriend.. It's been a rough year and nobody had an idea this marriage was going to be scheduled this soon. Hearing they are getting married today, brings joy to our hearts. He's still amongst us and he will be for a very long time. Marriage will do him good. He will have different goals in life, a wife to cherish, a household to take care off. Day by day, he will grow stronger. He's getting there. With a lot of love from his wife and family and help from his friends, 2012 will be a fresh start. Bruno is not invited to the party. We all prayed for him to go away. We don't need him. Your son can do without...
Have a wonderful day. Keep the Kleenex handy. I'll be thinking of you all..

Friday, January 27, 2012


I'm tired. Exhausted. The nights are getting shorter and shorter. CGM is what I need. This tool would be so helpful to help me get better diabetes treatment. Not that I'm not doing well now, on the contrary. But still, I want a better standard deviation in my blood glucose numbers. I would like my CGM to warn me when my numbers are going up or down. I poke my fingers 8 times a day, but that's not enough. So I sleep little and poke at night as well. To get better numbers...

I need to get more sleep. No more late nights on the couch, between sleeping and being awake. No more alarms on my insulin pump, to tell me it's time to check my blood glucose. It is quiet in the house though at night. I can watch all the TV programs I like. I can cook late night meals and surf on the Internet and chat with my friends. But I do need to get more sleep. My age is chasing me and it's telling me to stop poking my fingers at night and go to bed earlier. I have to listen to my body. It says: last check 01:00 AM and no more couch sleeping after that. Off to bed! I'll give it a shot.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

I got a hangover

Can't remember when I had my last hangover. I'm not much of a drinker. You could call me a social drinker. Over lunch/dinner with friends, I like to have a glass or two of Chardonnay. No more, just one or two glasses. That's even more than I can handle. I like the taste of Chardonnay. I don't drink beer, I don't drink liquor. I don't like the taste and I don't like the control you loose once your body is intoxicated. So alcohol is not the best option for me to enjoy a good time. I look around me and see how people enjoy their beers and shots of liquor, but it can't charm me. What is more fun than having good conversations and plenty of smiles? No need for alcohol to have a good time...

There are people around me who have a lifetime warning when it comes to drinking. They have a problem with alcohol. It's dangerous for them to drink and they decided to give up on alcohol for life. I don't have that intention, since it's not really a problem for me. But I do admire their decision and I'm glad they found another way to cope with things in life. It made them better people. We all benefit from their sobriety. They are no longer obnoxious or over emotional. They cope better with problems and they don't sleep in late after a terrible hangover, because the only hangover they have, is a big grin on their face from having a good time without alcohol..

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

A bit of silliness

I'm 40 years old. The silly years should be gone by now. But they are not. I feel young and vibrant and full of energy. I've been told numerous times how happy people get by my laughter and joy. It makes them smile too.. Every day should have a bit of silliness. A joke, some teasing, a ridiculous situation.. it doesn't matter - anything that makes your heart tick and keeps you up and going. Life is so much nicer if you don't take yourself that seriously. There's plenty of misery out there. Don't make your own life miserable as well. I love to laugh. Not one day goes by without a funny twist. That's exactly how I would like to keep it. I don't fear the future. I don't fear growing old. Because I'm convinced my heart will remain young and the laughter will keep the wrinkles away..

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Yo hablo español

Was I 14 or maybe even 16 at the time, I don't recall the exact age. I know that I took Spanish classes for a couple of months or maybe a year. It was a great way to get out of the house and have a good time with friends. The classes were at night. I don't even remember where the classes were, but that's not important. The thing was: I loved the words, the pronunciation, the way the teacher taught us about the Spanish culture. I don't recall much from my Spanish classes, but some phrases keep coming back.

You are being given the opportunity to learn Spanish in between classes in school. I'm so happy you decided to sign up. Languages are important and they help you understand other cultures and customs. I hope your teacher will be enthusiastic to make the classes worth following. It will be a good preparation for you to go abroad. Because that's what you want to do next year. You applied for a student exchange program. Spain, Italy, Luxembourg. There was a motivation letter that gave me goose bumps. We keep our fingers crossed for you, so your application will be accepted. It's keeping them long to decide. It would be a wonderful experience for you to fly out and discover a totally new country. A chance to be more independent - although you're already doing real well - and indulge yourself in a different world. Good luck sweetie. You'll get there.

Monday, January 23, 2012

E quella notte mi sono resa conto che vi voglio bene

That night I realized that I loved you..

At times, we don't always realize how lucky we are to be able to love and be loved. There's love at first sight, the love of your life, love for a friend, deep love that hurts when you think of it, the love for your children, the love for life, unexpected love, butterfly love, ... so many forms of love but beautiful nevertheless. Do you ever mesmerize over the different kinds of love in your life? Do you tell your loved ones that you care for them? Not the daily "I love you", that's not what I mean. But that one special "I love you", that warms your heart whenever you hear it out of the mouth of someone you truly love. Those are the love you lines that stay with you and keep you warm..
Valentines Day is coming up soon. A day to celebrate the different loved ones in our life. It's not always about your beloved partner. I like to tell my friends too. Because them too, they matter. Being surrounded by special loved ones, is a wonderful feeling we should cherish..

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Why are you so shy?

Lately, I have encountered some new people who told me they were shy, not very outgoing and they found it difficult to socialize. I was curious about them.. It ticks me to know why people are shy or why they hesitate to meet up with others. So we met. Eye to eye at first, no other guests. And it clicked. Okay, I admit, they were a bit shy at first, but isn't that normal when you meet someone for the very first time? We chitchatted and the conversations went well. It's no problem to have a brief silence every now and then, that's okay. We understood each other and then no words have to be spoken.

We met up again. I invited another shy person to accompany us. We all met and mingled and as soon as I saw the other two get into a conversation, I sneaked out to the bathroom, so they could have a talk by themselves. It was good to see them chat and smile when I came back. They are not as shy as they think they are. Being shy is not a problem. It's only a problem if you make it one.

Build up that self esteem. Go for it. You got the right attitude, the knowledge, the looks. There's no reason for you to stay at home. Someone out there is waiting to meet you.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

A shoulder to lean on

Human beings are not made to live by themselves. We like to have a partner, a family, friends, colleagues.. It's just not natural to spend your life on your own. That doesn't mean you can't have time by yourself, you absolutely do need me time. It's just that, having people around you that truly care, makes life even better.
If you're lucky to have a mentor in life, go for it. Mentors can be great stimulators. They help you see things in a different dimension. They are there for you, when things aren't going right and they will be there to cheer for you when you have made your next achievement. Don't underestimate their importance. Mentors make you feel good. They know what your weak spots are, but they are very good at finding your talents as well. They are the mirror to your soul. Might or may be confrontational, but that's okay. In the end, you will benefit from being open.
We all need a shoulder to lean on. Even the mentors do..

Friday, January 20, 2012

Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?

Sometimes it's scary. The thought of you going out with your friends. I still like to stay up to come get you in the middle of the night. I don't trust other drivers. I've been young too. It's great to go out with friends and have a couple of drinks. Drinking and driving is not a good combo, but I'm very aware it happens all the time. I know we need to have faith, and we trust you. But we never know what the others do and how well they drive, let stand if they drink and drive.

So don't worry. I don't mind coming to get you. I want you to have a good time and enjoy yourself without having to worry about how to get home. So for some more time, you're stuck with your mom as a driver. But I think you don't mind...

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Pop the question

Late the other night, I got a very strange text message on my cell phone. It said: "Are you interested in a date? I offer you 500 euros. Greetings, Pascal." Apart from the fact that I had no idea who this P. person might be, this text message was beyond proper behavior. I was appalled by the message and the person who sent it. Not knowing where it came from or where he got my number, it freaked me out. What a stupid thing to do! Where do people get the nerve to assume that you are waiting for text messages of this order? I was not happy at all. Not one time did it cross my mind to accept this offer. It was disrespectful and way out of line. The person who sent me the message, had no problem leaving his number behind. I could call him and let him know I was not flattered by this text. I didn't. Because it wasn't worth the effort. But yes, it freaked me out. He didn't mention my name in his message, so I assume he randomly chooses cell phone numbers to forward these messages to. What a sick mind.. I don't mind people popping questions, not at all. On the contrary: I love to answer questions. But this is not one of the questions I had in mind..

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Sorry seems to be the hardest word

Isn't it strange, how hard people find it, to say they are sorry? We can talk about almost anything, but it's so hard to step down and tell someone you were wrong.. Not good for your image maybe, but still worth trying. Saying sorry can solve more issues than you think. It's just a simple word, only 5 letters, but so meaningfull.

I have no idea why this subject crosses my mind just now. Nothing has happened that needs to be apologized for. I'm not expecting any excuses from anyone either. It's just that I woke up this morning and it was what was on my mind. Sorry seems to be the hardest word, but it can make you feel a whole lot better afterwards..

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Blue Monday

For the first time, I heard that the third Monday of January is considered Blue Monday. All over the world, this is the day when most people feel depressed, sad or even desperate.

I was watching this program on TV. A Chinese business man had survived two suicide attempts, after his companies went out of business. He thought his experience could help other people and he started to give seminars to suicidal peers. His classes were packed and the audience was focused. There were coffins in the auditorium. The attendees were asked to have their "last" picture taken and to write their own eulogy. They changed the clothes they were wearing for graveclothes, before they crawled into their coffin in deep silence. The lids were being put on top and the coffins were nailed down. For some time, they were being left inside their coffins, to reflect over their lives. Meanwhile, their family and friends were gathering in the same room, to attend the fake funeral. The "dead" person could hear the grief and the sorrow of their beloved ones. It made them aware of how fortunate they were to have so many wonderful people around them. Not of one the attendees has made a new suicide attempt since the classes they took. Spooky.. but effective..

Monday, January 16, 2012


As a mom I have to say things over and over again. Mostly unpleasant things like chores and curfews and homework and cleaning up bedrooms and picking up wet towels. I guess that's part of being a parent and having teenagers around. And then again, I realize how fortunate I am. Our girls are responsible and they are not that obnoxious that they fight us or refuse to do things. Okay, they talk back every now and then and they have an opinion of their own, but that's part of growing up, right? Something I like to repeat over and over again, is that they are loved and wanted. Isn't that more important than nagging about their imperfections? So sweethearts, bear with me if I nag about your cluttered room. Just see it as things moms just have to nag about. I love you girls xx

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Working out

Just a bit too much fat around the belly and the shoulders a bit too broad. That's what the holidays did to you. You're not supposed to look like this. Your nature is to be lean and skinny. We want you to be healthy and look your best. So hubby decided to give you an extra work out every day. He already takes you and your friend Rebba for long walks, but obviously that won't cut the deal for you. Rebba is ship shape, but you're a bit too heavy now..

It's not that you're lazy or so. You really look forward to the outdoor games. Hubby lets you race around the backyard, chasing your ball. You are so fast and it's amazing how well you jump and get that ball. After play, you come inside and although your condition is pretty good, your heart pounds dramatically and your tongue is ready to lick the saliva dripping on the floor. You recover fast and then you drop your ball in our lap, to make clear that you're ready for some more fun. I have no idea why you put on that extra weight, but still, we cut back on your diet again. You are being fed twice a day and the food you get is already diet food. We do have a small suspicion though, that you may eat the food of your friend as well. She doesn't eat that much and she could care less if you would eat hers. She definitely won't fight over it.

Let's hope working out will do you good. Hope to see you in better shape soon.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Funny habits

Just the other day, a friend and I were talking about funny habits when it comes to food. How we like to eat certain things in a certain way. I told her about peanut M&M's and how good they are when you first nibble away the chocolate coating and save up the peanuts for last. Or how you peel off the upper cookie from sandwich cookies, so you can lick the chocolate center, before you indulge the cookies. Isn't that strange? I asked around and so many people have their own funny habits. What do you eat first when you are having dinner? I prefer to eat my veggies first, while others like to take a bite of everything in a random order. Our oldest daughter always saves the best for last, while the youngest prefers to eat the best first. Why do I eat the topping of the pizza before I chew on the crust? Perhaps because I hope I will be full before I come to the carb part? I dunno..
So what's your special habit? Do you eat things a certain way? Doesn't matter what. I would love to know!

Friday, January 13, 2012

Just like in the commercial

Aren't we all susceptible to commercials and what they represent? Small children choose their cereal because it comes with a free toy they want to have. Can you honestly state that you have never bought some article because you liked the commercial so much? Sometimes we dislike a commercial and it keeps us from buying the product just because it's so annoying. I must say that some commercials are really funny and although I don't always remember the brand it stands for, the ad stays with me for quite some time.

When I got to see this video on Dyson, it really made me smile. I thought it was hilarious and the person who came up with the idea, is probably a very funny guy! I don't need a new hoover and it won't make me buy Dyson, but I know this commercial will be watched several times by millions of people. It's already a hit on the internet.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Telling tales

When the girls were little, I used to keep diaries and scrapbooks on their adventures. They love it when we tell them about their childhood. They have tons of pictures and there are plenty of stories to read. They get to keep their scrapbooks in their room and I'm sure they have read them over and over again. Some stories are being told all the time. Maybe it's time to dig up the scrapbooks and have another peek in them. I'm sure I have forgotten many stories, but it will all come back to me once I see the pictures. We have lived in several houses over the years and they all have their own tales. I remember Lana coming down the stairs - at the age of just 2 years old - holding her newborn sister Eva in her arms. It made my heart stop for a moment, but she was real careful. I didn't like the sight of socks on that slippery stairway, so I asked her in a calm voice to sit down  and to hold on tight to her little sister. That's exactly what she did. The story has been told numerous times since.
There are several video tapes on the girls as well. Birthday parties, footage of ordinary days, days out at the zoo or the amusement park. We no longer make any video tapes any more, since our last camera broke down. But the girls make plenty of pictures themselves nowadays. All of their pictures come with stories too. I hope they will remember them, since they don't write them down.
I have no more than 1 photo album of my childhood and no stories to go with it. So I need to rely on my own memory. Going back to my teens isn't that hard, but the years prior to that, are tough. I like stories and tales. That's why I write them down.. just in case I forget one day...

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Do it for you

For some time, you were lost in diabetesland. You didn't take good care of yourself, didn't know how to lower your A1c. We got diabetes around the same time. The difference is, you were 11, I was nearly 31. I have deep respect for all youngsters who have to deal with this condition growing up. Being a teenager is not easy. Being a teenager with diabetes is harder.
You're 20 now. Counting carbohydrates and taking better care of yourself. You poke your fingers numerous times a day and you are learning so fast. I'm proud of you! We like to chat on a daily basis and our conversations are so hilarious. Not meant to be seen by others, but very funny nevertheless. We understand each other, don't we?
A couple of months ago, you asked me about my insulin pump. Not that you wanted one, no way. Just out of curiosity. So we met for the first time. And we met again, accompanied by another pump carrying diabetic. His pump is different from mine, so you had the chance to see both. I had the feeling you were no longer that opposed to the pump. I'm not trying to persuade you in any way. I don't have to, since lately, you told me you wanted a pump too.. Now it's up to you, to convince your care takers that you're doing well. You have to show them that you count your carbs, that you interact with the advise your glucometer gives you and that you inject your insulin. You're doing so well! I'm proud of you! I'm pretty sure that pump is waiting for you in the hospital cabinet. It's just a matter of time. Be patient. It will be yours.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

A beautiful moment

Anatevka, Russia.. Tevye, Golde and their five daughters try to maintain their family and Jewish traditions while their lives are being shook upside down by outside influences. Tevye has a hard time controlling his three older daughters, when they decide to move house and move further away from the customs of their faith and their tradition.

One of my most favorite musicals ever. Tonight, Lana and I are going to the theatre to enjoy the Dutch version of this must see classic Fiddler on the Roof. I'm so looking forward to the music, the scenery, the costumes and the atmosphere. It will be a wonderful night out and I'm glad one of my daughters is joining me. It's a late birthday present and a last minute decision, but we'll be in time. Maybe I'll watch the movie today, to prepare myself to a wonderful evening. Let me doze off and enjoy the songs..

Monday, January 9, 2012

How do di do?

So many times, we ask people: "how do you do?".
This is not America. Over here, you're supposed to answer the question. A simple: "fine, thank you" is not always sufficient. But sometimes it's all the other person wants to hear. Do people always want to hear how you are really doing? Do they want to know things are not that fine? Maybe not. But then why bother asking? People are not always interested in your well being. They are just trying to be polite and friendly, by asking how you are doing. It's not always that obvious to tell the other person what's bugging you. Maybe it's not even the best choice to pick just anyone to confide in. How about you really select someone to talk to? Someone you feel comfortable with, someone who knows you better than anyone else? Someone who's up to your stories and won't withdraw after two sentences? It's not always easy to find someone, I realize that, but telling the whole world about your misery is maybe not the best solution. Your cry for help is being heard, but not by the right people. This is just too much.. I know a very big part of your life is not the best life, but there must be some joy, even for you. Try to hold on to that joy, so your mood gets better. It's not that pleasant to talk to someone who keeps treading that same old mill, over and over again. There's more to life, no matter how hard life has been on you. I hope, that one day, you will be able to say: "fine, thank you" when people ask you how you are doing..

Sunday, January 8, 2012

I could've danced all night

How you led me over the dance floor. How my gorgeous dress swirled around my body and made me feel pretty. The music was just perfect and the night was even better. We were in the middle of the dance floor and the spot lights were highlighting our steps. The crowd stood around us and they were happy for us. There was magic in the air and the stars were sparkling in the night. You had your hands around my waist and my head rested on your shoulder. It felt like home.. I wished the song would never end and our dance could go on for ever... At least, that's what it felt like in my dream. I don't dance. I don't even like to dance. I love to watch other people dance though. The feeling dancing gives you is probably very intense. I wish it were different but it isn't. Maybe in some other life..

Saturday, January 7, 2012


Things are not always what they seem. Although I'm not much of a number person, the number 21 has been on my mind quite a bit lately. I have been mesmerized by the importance and the meaning of the number and I have talked to several people about it. They all have different opinions on the subject. Some say they stick to 19. I'm not sure yet, what my preference is. Sometimes I think 19 is a bit too much, but then again: why not pick 21? Why not go for the best? Maybe 21 was a bit more work, but then again, the result was better too.
My favorite number on the CD is Rumor has it. You should get the album too. It's worth it. Trust me.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Happiness in a bowl

I have another lunch meeting today. Well, maybe I shouldn't call it lunch, but just an all day meeting. We never know when our meetings will end, so it's dangerous to call it a lunch meeting. We might even have a lunch and a dinner meeting, depending on how talkative we will be.

Maybe I need to figure out what it is with gay men and diabetes. This week, I will have seen 4 diabetic gay men. That is so strange!!! This morning I have an appointment with my hairdresser, who happens to be gay and diabetic. I'm sure he will want to know all about my lunch meeting with my two other gay diabetic friends yesterday. And if he were able to join me for lunch today, I'm sure he would. But I need my other friend all for myself this afternoon. There are too many things to discuss in private. We get along real well. Let's say we connect. We understand each other and our friendship is worth the ride to Antwerp. We have met before and we realize every time that our meeting wasn't long enough. Who says men don't talk??? Real men talk!

Looking forward to this day. I'd better get going so I don't run late. See you in a bit!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

I need somebody

We all need someone we can confide in. Someone to tell our darkest secrets to. Someone to feel safe with and share our innermost thoughts with. A shoulder to cry on, a buddy to hang out with. A person you don't need to talk to, in order to be understood. You know, someone who can read you without being told what's up.

I have wonderful people around me. I can't imagine not having good friends to talk to. I guess I would really feel lost.. My friends are so diverse in age and personality and their homes are spread around the country. It doesn't matter how old someone is or whether they are male or female. It's all about the friendship. Cuddles are never that far away. I have some pleasant meetings coming up. Looking forward to that.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Can't you see where I'm coming from???

It is no longer funny.. Getting comments from different people about my weight, is beginning to freak me out. I used to be bigger and that was not a happy period in my life. I said goodbye to the extra pounds and it's been quite some ordeal to get where I am now. I feel great! For the first time in a very long time, I feel like an attractive woman and I like the person I see in the mirror. Is it that hard to comprehend what the weight loss means to me? I will never be skinny and that has never been my goal in the first place. I wanted nothing but a healthy weight and a corresponding Body Mass Index. That BMI is not reached yet, but I'm fine with the BMI I have now. This is the weight that goes with my body. I eat well and I eat healthy. I'm not starving myself and I'm not withholding from eating yummy things. On the contrary: I hear so many people tell me how they envy the meals I prepare for myself. They are not boring or low calorie. I fancy the food I eat and I'm more conscious of what I feed myself. Why do I need to eat fatty, fried food and mayonaise or indulge chocolate cakes? I didn't eat that kind of food before the weight loss either and I'm not going to now. My stomach twirls when I smell greasy food. Just let me enjoy the Asian cuisine, my veggies and home made ravioli in chicken broth. After all, I have worked very hard to get where I'm at now. Please don't spoil the fun for me..

Monday, January 2, 2012

What if?

What if.. this world would come to an end in 2012?
What if.. cats would bark and dogs would meow?
What if.. I were not a woman but a man?
What if.. diabetes would no longer exist?
What if.. the world were square?
What if.. we would no longer have access to the Internet?
What if.. we woke up and spoke a different language?
What if.. we would work all night and sleep all day?
What if.. nobody would ever tell a joke?
What if.. cab drivers wouldn't like to drive?
What if.. we knew the answer to all questions asked?

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Coincidence? Not...

Things happen for a reason. I don't need no confirmation to know that we meet for a purpose. People come into our lives to teach us things and to show us other perceptions. People come and go and they always teach us lessons we need to learn. They sometimes come back into our lives as a different person, to teach us the lessons we didn't learn from the previous encounter. That is something I believe in.. I don't believe in some God or religion. I believe in humanity and goodness, friendship and love. Nurture your teachers, accept their interference. Open your mind to new opinions and indulge yourself in different objectives. It doesn't matter if people disappear every now and then. Don't regret having met them, because they were there for a reason. Embrace those encounters, embrace the advice brought to you.

Mindreading is very interesting. Feeling connected with others is special. Thinking about the same things at the same time is not that extraordinary - it happens all the time if you are willing to accept it. Don't ignore your gut feeling. Stick to your intuition and open your heart. How often did your phone ring after you gave the other person a thought? Did you ever run into someone after that person had crossed your mind that same day? What about typing the same text message at the exact same time? It may seem odd to you, but to me, it's not that awkward.. It feels good, it feels familiar. It's what I believe in.