Kick it

The 111th item on my bucket list is to go the airport and book the next flight available. That is something I always wanted to do. But as soon as I think about it I come up with questions such as:

  • Can I afford the flight?
  • Would I need a visa?
  • What about vaccination?
  • When is the return flight?
  • Who cares for my cats?
  • And the kid?
  • Will I arrive somewhere where I can buy the clothing I need? (Airport: check. Stores: nope.)
  • Do I know a language helpful at the destination?

In my fantasy I am so adventurous and spontaneous. And in real life I am so German, thinking about visa and health care. Boring!

But then I realise where you see people driving to the airport to take a ‘next flight adventure’. It’s in American movies. Haha! You Americans, you can fly hours and hours within your own country! How much of an adventure is that? While you travel from coast to coast, I can cross three or four countries and travel to Asia or Africa. O.k., I could also arrive at the airport up for an adventure and end up in Weeze. Where, I am sure, I could not buy clothes or find a hotel before returning home the next day.

If I took the next flight right now, I would end up in: London! STRIKE!!!

And you?

Resolved

Do you make New Year’s resolutions? I have developed the habit of setting goals and planning for reaching my goals, and making resolutions is part of the strategy. However, I am not good in making commitments, so my resolutions often end up as wishes.

This does not mean I wouldn’t reach my goals. You could argue that a good plan is flexible enough to catch a chance and that making a useful resolution is not so much about ‘what to do’ but rather about ‘where to go’. It focuses the mind. I found that not keeping resolutions very often is a sign that the goal was not clear. E.g., like many people I used to make resolutions like ‘do more sports’ or ‘lose weight’. With resolutions like that you set yourself up to failure. Nobody wants to do more sports or lose weight. We want to be fit, feel sexy or release our back pain.

With the goal in mind, keeping resolutions becomes much easier. If you want to learn about setting good goals have a look at Frau Junge’s post. Making resolutions should not be something you avoid because you found you never keep them. Thinking about the direction of your life and whether you are heading where you want to end up is useful. And the beginning of a new year, with the pages still blank, is a good time to do so on a regular basis. Just be careful to set resolutions which are meaningful to you and help you reach your goals.

The most important resolution I made for 2016 is to actually check items on my bucket list. This list currently holds 116 items, and only no. 116 is already done (tried water ski; my left knee is wracked now, but it was fun). I still put stuff on the list whenever I feel like, and I have been working towards some of the long term items (such as performing with my favourite artists) as well as on my patience towards the items I cannot influence, like becoming a grandmother. This year I promise myself to turn to some of the adventurous, cool short term items.

I also decided on my next field study. You will learn more about it in due course.

If you want to, feel free to share your resolutions in the comment section.

Back again: Stroke of Midnight

Ah, a new year! I love this part of the year, when everything seems possible just because I had to buy a new calendar. It feels as if with those 365 new blank pages life gets a reset.

Of course, that’s bullshit. Nothing changes just because the majority of mankind now uses another year when writing down dates. Nevertheless, the end of the old year has been a great opportunity to party ever since. At least until I became a mother of a son who hates parties. And who suffers from anxiety partly bound to time passing by, which makes celebrating New Year’s Eve more of a crisis intervention rather than anything else.

Hence, I spent last night at home. We watched ‘Dinner for one’ together, just as every year. We had nice dinner ourselves and then I was reading a book while the son did whatever he does when he is online with his programming community. At midnight I went down with the neighbours to have some firework, and then made some more food before we went to bed.

Did I mention that I hate that? Although, not hating, no. I am lazy, I like to be on my own and I love spending time with the son. But, that’s not how I want to meet the New Year. Ever since, I wanted to spend New Year’s Eve at a fancy cocktail party with live music and people dressed up in long dresses and suits. I never did. And I have no idea why. Except that I did not throw this party myself. And I don’t know people who do throw parties like that.

But that’s what I want to do on New Year’s Eve: Wear a beautiful dress, drink Cosmopolitan and dance with a gorgeous man when the band plays love songs. And at midnight, we watch the firework and make plans for the next 365 days.

Oh. My. Goodness.

Do you have an idea how long I have been away? I was not lazy, not at all. But I definitely need to re-develop a regular writing habit.

Speaking of it, I used the time away from blogging to do something I have always wanted and now am going to share with you: Last Friday night I had my debut as a comedian on stage, and it was hilarious! I attended a class on writing comedy, and the event last Friday was our end-of-term presentation held in a club in Hamburg with a proper audience. We had so much fun!

So, the first item on my 2015 bucket list: check.

What are you folks up to?

Cheers,

Nae

Pasta and Sugar

I know it’s not THAT unorthodox, given that pasta consists of 75% carbyhydrates. Nevertheless, it is my weirdest treat to shove white sugar over my pasta. 

My Grandpa used to have one ‘proper’ bowl of noodles with sauce, Bolognese quite likely. And then have another bowl with sugar for dessert. So whenever I eat this mix today it is a sweet childhood memory. My Grandpa suffered from lung cancer and passed away when I was 14. He was a warm, generous man, and he had this weird habit of sleeping with his hand on his head, so that his ellbow pointed high in the air. It looked so funny! I recently discovered that my son does the same. He does not share my fling for Grandpa’s weird dessert.

Anyway, if you really want to treat yourself: put pasta and sugar in the pan together and let it caramelize. Mhmh yammieh!

Cheers, Nae73

Called back into being

I have a reputation for demanding a reset button for life. Whenever I feel exhausted I think about changing profession, moving house or burning all bridges. Earlier in life, I have done so every now and then, but now I have come to see it as a stress habit.

However, after weeks of writing a paper, preparing a new module, or another perfect solution delivered which crashes into the manager’s ego, I need a reminder that I am on track. Then I take a long, hot bath. I read few pages of a motivating book, drink red wine, scrub and treat myself with lots of foam. When the waste rines down the drain, I feel like I am called back into being. Sometimes, on very rare occasions, I then get up and burn a bridge.

Cheers, Nae73

Hi there!

The other day I thought about quitting social media. Then I felt that it would be pointless to do so when nobody realises what I do. Maybe I should blog about quitting social media? Err, yeah, you see the problem, I guess.

So, that’s how my life goes: I am constantly confronted with the weirdos of society – including me – and I have been trying to make sense of it for some 40 years now. Life is a social field study – and you should chose whether you are an oberver, or the observed. I don’t know yet where this blog is leading me, but I plan to write about my experiments in studying life. I am curious when things are not congruent. I hate stupidity, and I am going to conquer it. Join me if you wish!

Some facts about me: Management artist, social scientist, comedian, teenage nerd mom, multiple cat owner, terrible friend.

Stay tuned!

Nae73