Thoughts on a Saturday Evening.

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Versteckspiel – Artwork Mischa Schenkel

Hello and Happy Saturday!

Since the Reiki seminar and many hours spent with Martina and Uwe with tons of conversations it finally clicked in a bunch of departments in my brain. Certain things make sense – more sense than ever before. It has been a bit over one year now that I attended Reiki seminars or have seen my Reiki Master on a weekly basis. I also practice meditation. On top of that, with my upcoming birthday next week I figured that it is time to stop worrying about certain things in life. Worrying what others might think for example, dumb rules prescribed by even more clueless people and just this certain knowledge who and who I don’t want to have in my closest circle are some essentials I have been dealing with. My motto is live and let live; however, having been on this planet for quite some time now I am pretty much over a lot of things. 

I worried for a long time what other people might think of me, my life and their opinions. It is not important at all what others think and I realized that whenever I listened to it, my life was full of negativity. So I just stopped worrying about it. Simple as that because it is just a waste of time.

If you followed my blog for a while now, you know that I am not into fashion at all. Germany’s/America’s next Top Model? Who the hell cares. The fashion they are wearing walking up and down the catwalk… who the hell cares. I am discovering my body and what looks good on me – what I feel comfortable wearing. Not what anybody tells me that is suppose to look good. I don’t want to fit in just because. Some people try to fit in all their life and don’t understand that it is not important at all because those people you think you need to belong to or impress are just so boring and empty. Empty shells! I don’t want to be like anybody. I want to do my own thing – the way it suits me fine. 

I also stopped worrying about my ex(es). We broke up for a reason. Why holding on to any feelings, emotions and whatnot. It is over. I have to move on no matter what he thinks of me. The same goes for certain relationships with friends. Some people are just bad for me and I don’t want to be around them anymore. Sometimes it is just better to go separate ways – deleting virtual Facebook friendship only means you don’t want to see anything this person posts anymore. Keep in mind, this is just virtual. 

We all make/made mistakes. This is life. However, these mistakes do not define me. They are just pieces in my life that shaped me into who I am right here and now. This is all and it is okay. All these “mistakes” won’t hold me back – they don’t ruin my life. They were necessary and I am in a way even grateful for them.

Social Media. Social Media is not real life. If anybody “likes”, “retweets” what I write or “unfriends” me on Facebook, I don’t care. It is all good, I am fine. 

I had, hands-down, the best Reiki session today. It was so eye-opening and made me realize that my body is perfect the way it is. I love myself; it is my body and that is all that matters. Yesterday night at Samba I saw women who did not have the “perfect 90-60-90” body; however, they danced and had this self-confidence that blew my mind. It was perfection. I felt love. If you don’t love your body, you KNOW how to change things in your life to make it perfect for you. I mean, we all have the opportunities, options and knowledge available to make a change. Whenever it comes to status symbols: Who the hell cares if I carry a real Vuitton or Chanel purse? Only fake friends, right? It doesn’t make me a better person. It does not define me. As far as makeup goes: WHO even knows and sees if I am wearing Chanel or Maybelline makeup? 

Sometimes, things are out of my control. I cannot change it. These are the things I don’t worry about and waste my energy on anymore. Maybe this is food for thought. Maybe not. You decide. 

[And yes, Jean: I want Versteckspiel – the Original by Mischa Schenkel as a birthday gift! :)]



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