Monday, February 29, 2016


Last week I met a friend of mine for dinner. Well, maybe not a friend. More like a colleague. We used to work together, back in the days, and hadn't seen each other in a while.
We had a nice evening, talking about what happened in the meantime, about our private lives and our jobs. She still works at the same place and therefore I knew a lot of the people she was complaining about (SMILE). It was nice. We had some very nice laughs!
Only while driving home it suddenly hit me how I am no longer the person I used to be when she and I were working together. I have changed. My life has changed. (BTW she said so herself a couple of times throughout the evening so it's not just in my head :-).)
Do you know this feeling? It's not about judging and comparing.
No, it's about using them (meaning the people of my past) as some kind of mirror.
Talking to them and remembering who and how I was back in the days.
Realizing who and how I am today.
Noticing the difference.
Realizing that my life goes on, my self goes on.
And that it's good.
Very good.

Friday, February 26, 2016


Class after class. Week after week. This is what I am learning!

Thursday, February 25, 2016

About Contemporary Art

Whenever I have the opportunity, I go to exhibitions in museums. I like that very much. Ever since I took a history of art class and got to know a bit more about paintings and painters. I loved that class! I didn't become an art connoisseur though. Not at all. It just made me appreciate the genius of some painters. The beauty of some paintings. And that art could be a mirror of  history.

Contemporary art though is a different kind of story.
Somehow my history of art class back then stopped at the painters before or just around WW2 so I don't know anything about contemporary art.
Nevertheless, I am still visiting exhibitions of contemporary artists.
I don't have to always "know" about something to enjoy it, right?

I have had some nice surprises along the way, some of the modern art just blew my mind. I still don't know much about it but I can appreciate an idea, a vision, a dream.
On the other hand were the bad moments. Moments where I stood in a museum, looking at "something" and, well, all that came to my mind was: "Are you kidding me?".
No, honestly. Sometimes I felt like ... my nephews could have done the exact same "thing".

Having said that, I know that great artists like Van Gogh or the Impressionists were not popular during their time either.
Who am I to judge what will last in time and what will not?
Maybe some of the art needs to be looked back at to be understood.
And maybe some of it will simply be forgotten.
Hopefully, some of it will be forgotten!

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Friday, February 19, 2016


We've been lucky so far. Winter wasn't harsh and we didn't have much snow (I call this lucky - I know of plenty of people who call this unlucky!). But then, as soon as I am getting ready for spring (mentally and fashion wise), the weather turns and here I am, wearing winter stuff again.
For instance. My weekend in Milano. The weather was very nice and it felt like spring. I bought a very nice jeans shirt that goes wonderfully well with my white jeans I already own. Then I found a pair of college shoes that will top my outfit off.
If it were spring already.
Which it hasn't been since I have been back.
So, every morning I open my closet, look at my jeans shirt, my white jeans and I long to wear the outfit.
And every morning I am forced to choose one of my winter outfits.
Oh well, I have never been known to be a patient person (I am working on it), especially when it's about a new outfit. I buy a new item and want to wear it immediately. Even as a child I was fighting my parents all the time because I wanted to wear my new shoes (my new everything ... you name it!) right now, not next Sunday or whatever day in the not so next future.
Some things really don't change (SMILE). I can work on them, but deep down I am still this child who wants to wear her new outfit RIGHT NOW.

Friday, February 12, 2016

True Words

A rough translation:
In the past I always thought that people who were silent didn't have much to say.
Today though I know that they have understood that all the talking is for nothing if there isn't anybody who understands them.

You may talk and explain as much as you want.
Anyone will pick out what suits them best and will only understand as much as they want.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

There is not Always a Way Where There is a Will

Shortly before I turned 30, I didn't do well in my head. I was not happy with my life. There were these same issues, these same topics that had been going round and round in my head for what seemed like an eternity. I was sick of it. I decided on a therapy. I needed help. It was time to get my thoughts and my life straight.

My therapy lasted about 1 year and it was one of the best decisions of my life, even though it was hard. All the crap that had piled up in my mind and in my heart? Incredible. It was liberating to talk about my issues - and sometimes it was just painful.
I learned that there are things I can change. I can change the way I act and react. I can change the way I look at feelings or people. But I learned as well that there are issues that are simply not changeable. I learned to live with them (obviously, it's a work in progress!).

Back then I was convinced that everybody could "change", could make their life "good again". I did it, some of my friends as well, so everybody could, right? I knew that it wasn't always easy and that sometimes it took time. Where there is a will though, there is a way. That was my credo back then.
Oh my. What a black-or-white kind of girl I was!

Today, I see it differently. I still believe in what Lao Tzu says (see below) but I also know that for some people it's not that easy. I know now because I have friends who struggle with anxiety. I know of people who are burned out, are depressed, struggle with additions of all kinds (alcohol, drugs). Some can't get through their day without psycho drugs.
I know that these friends or friends of friends are not doing it on purpose. They are not pretending to be sick. They want to get better. They simply can't.
Maybe there would be a solution to "their problem". I don't know. I am no psychologist / psychiatrist.
It's not what this post is about.
It's about that I've learned not to judge.
My black-or-white attitude was wrong.
Life is not easy on everybody. Unfortunately.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Exception to the Rule

A couple of days ago, a friend of mine was telling me about her 2 months trip to Asia. She was enthusiastic about having visited Angkor Wat and she told me that she wanted to visit the temples again - one day.
Really? I said. You're visiting places more than one time? I don't, I stated. I don't like to.

Sitting in the train to Milano on Sunday, I thought back to this conversation. I had lied to her, I realized. Involuntarily. Because I do like to visit some places again. Maybe not Angkor Wat. But Milano any time! Most of the places I have been to, I don't want to go back. Either because I didn't like them in the first place (rarely the case!) or because, on the contrary, I liked them so very much that I am sure that going there again won't evoke the same feelings (in addition there are so many places I haven't been to that I can't spend time on visiting places again!).

Milano though is one if these places that I could visit again and again and again.
I think it's one of the most underrated Italian cities. It isn't a place like Venice or Rome or Florence where you come across art and history every second. It has history and art (obviously) but it's just not that in-your-face!
What do I love about Milano?
Well, apart from the amazing shops, I love it that I can stand in line to visit an exhibition in one of the many museums and meet only a couple of tourists (Milanese actually like their museums I found out!). Milano, I believe, is more a business destination than a pleasure destination. I like it that people are friendly but businesslike. I love it that most people are really chic (it always gives me plenty of ideas on how to dress). I love it that even though it's a "big" city it's still small enough to allow me to walk around its center. I love the international flair of the city and that the crowds are not tourists in sandals and T-shirts but chic Milanese!
Well, you got it, right? It wasn't the last time I spent time in Milano!