1. May 2016 by swissfitchick
Week in Review usually involves putting up with my shenanigans and the strange place called my mind – thank you for flying with me here. Because you may run the risk of me tainting YOUR mind – but let’s be honest, if you are a long time reader, this happened years ago. Together with me losing mine. The mind, that is.
This week, I almost lost it for a second time. It was weird one in its purest form. The week, that is.
It called for friends, a moderate amount of booze and DANCING. Peeps, I was in awe.
I can not even put into words how grateful I am to have found the passion of writing which is my supreme way to express myself, to forget about time and space and other shit that is bothering me. Many times in the past year I was torn between cutting off the blog and completely disappear from the internet or keeping up with the letters – which thoughts in most cases attracted someone to send me an email, giving me the clear feedback that I can not stop writing. Oxymoron or accident? Who knows. I am still here.
As usual, I spent time this week at the gym, which is my other lover to get rid of parts of my hyperactive nature. I had fun flipping tyres and posing. I mean not roll-on-the-floor fun, but it’s a good way to spend a Sunday afternoon for sure.
My free intro course on my new super baby just went down the mud, which means, I have to do some self-education on YouTube. It makes me cry. It feels wrong and I am impatient and helpless and hopeless with self-studying. Plus, this guy in the video advertises a red soft release cap which makes me cringe. Just no.
I want and will go out next week to use this Beauty and I am a little intimidated and anxious about if I will manage to get the shoots I wish for. Always worth trying, right – no one starts off being excellent, I figure. I will do some more #Insta research on themes beforehand – the best learning method I find. Clearly, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and my preferred strategy to become a better photographer, writer or whatever I am looking for to be when I grow up.
I spoke to 3-4 of my friends and them some this week, of who each one of them was just about to freak out, melt down, slap everyone in the face, being sick or cry. I myself spent the first week with a super high fever in bed for the fuckin’ THIRD time in two months, plus some other mental struggles. Saying that my inner balance was challenged may or may not be an understatement.
I am blessed by having an opera singer and musician as a flatmate. Right this second while I am writing this, she is playing my great-grandfathers piano which releases floods of words pouring out of my phalanges. Creative inspiration at its finest.
For reasons unbeknownst to me, I can not recall any exciting meals or foodprep this week. Wait, I had a fever. Yeah, that is an ideal occasion to go on a forced diet which consists of bananas, yogurt, bananas and yogurt and then some yogurts and bananas. With the unfortunate circumstance, that #publicbanana is impossible when home and sick.
I did however stock up on pancakes as soon as my blurry fever mind found clarity again (when did that happen? I think the mental clarity is already gone again) and I cooked a lazy frittata. Lazy in a sense that I mix random leftover junk from the fridge, toss it in a skillet and put it in the oven. Done.
Btw, in my opinion, mental clarity is overrated.
Thank you for your kind compliments on my English language when I mentioned that I take private lessons. I am a perfectionist, even more so when it comes to language. Growing up with a German, History and Philosophy professor and a musician called Dad, it was out of the question that my language was his favorite subject to pick on me, together with the music I made – so his talents and passions definitely took a big impact on how I approach these skills today.
What were the vibes this week? Are the stars being Drama Queens? Did we not empty our plates? Did someone spit a chewing gum into the Universe?
Here’s to a new week. Keep smiling. I will try to do the same.