Thursday 4 March 2021

Life's tainted glasses

The older I get, the more I see, feel and realize that although we are all human, our desires are not necessarily the same. 

Social media, for example, is full of conflicting opinions. People seem to interpret any post or article from the depths of their own pain, frustration or joy. We see the world through our own life's tainted glasses, and of course they all differ. After all none of us has exactly the same life to live. What happens to us and around us, makes us. Moulds us. Forms us. Steers us. 

We're all on a journey of our own, seeking answers of our own and battling battles of our own. Sometimes our views are constricted by the fog of fury, the pain of grief, or the bliss of ignorance. Sometimes we get stuck in thoughts or emotions, we become infected by self righteousness and unprepared to let anyone else in. 

Yet we yearn for connection, we long for love and we want to be seen, heard and acknowledged. I've realized that when we judge others harshly, we mostly come down hardest on ourselves. The more we judge, the more judgement falls upon us, not only by others but also by our own inflicted standards. This vicious circle keeps us in defensive mode immediately triggered by attack mode when we read or watch something that hits a sore spot within us. Pain makes us lash out. The deeper the pain, the more we feel we have to defend it.

What if we allow a little bit of softness into our souls? What if we become kinder to ourselves, more forgiving and less judgmental of our own actions? What if we start rooting for connection and understanding by opening and daring to show our own pain and vulnerability to ourselves and to others? What if being kind and involved becomes fashionable again? After all, kindness is long-lasting, durable and repays itself without effort. 

We forget that behind all acts of anger, great pain plays a leading role. Yet we only see the anger and defend ourselves from it, to avoid the pain it may inflict upon us. Let's dare to tread into our pain level and learn to speak to each other from there. Only then can we move to a place of compassion, empathy and willingness to understand. 

After spending most of this past year at home with my own kids and only visiting friends and family once in a while, I realize that having spent the time apart from them has reset my own sense of connection. The imaginary weight, of having to keep up with everyone all of the time and remaining available for any possible (work) opportunity that may arise, has been lifted. In it's place came a sense of relief, and emotional caring - be-it - from a distance that have allowed me to focus more on myself whilst still allowing plenty of room for others in my life. 

It's like taking the time to do nothing. We're afraid of not being productive if we do nothing, we don't dare come across as lazy or unmotivated, but there is so much energy to be found in taking (a little) time to sit still and do absolutely nothing. Must-do's dissolve into nothingness and a new sense of being is born from this practice.

Change is possible - for everyone and in every way - if we allow it. 

Approach your pain with true kindness, it will allow you to soften the aches and embrace the pains. Not only will you become a more forgiving version of yourself but you'll notice how it impacts and inspires others. Don't force it. Let it happen naturally and in its own pace. The world will not suddenly become wonderful and perfect, but the kindness you gift yourself will create a loving and protective shield around you that will carry you when life gets hard. And life will get hard at times. There is no doubt about that.

So let's try to brace ourselves with care and let's move our backlashing anger to a place where it can quietly simmer down and no longer ignite to harm you or anyone else. 





Wednesday 3 February 2021

Menopausal Blood Bath

I turned 48 just recently and according to my doctor and gynaecologist I am headed straight for menopause. No turning back the clock, no bargaining for a few more menopause free years and no mercy on me. It's come too suddenly, too soon and too harsh! 

My bones and joints ache like I imagined they would by the time I'd be ninety. My hair is greasier than John Travolta's in Grease even though I've tried washing it daily, or skipping days to wean off the daily lust for a clean hairdo - nothing betters the sight of it. Recently I lost a molar due to an unforeseen infection, only to find out that not only is the molar gone, but most of the bone around it has disappeared as well, literally leaving me with a crater, the size of hugeness. This too seems to be a 'symptom' of hormonal imbalance, I'm told.

The image of an old - homeless - toothless - lady haunts my mind ever since. Is that what middle-age brings to the table? A degradation of what once was and will never be again?

I don't mean to nag and yes, there is still plenty of life left in me, but I'm shattered by this sudden confrontation with growing older. 

Sensitive readers I suggest you stop here - what I'm about to share isn't prim and proper, feel free to skip it. Also, this is my experience and maybe not anyone else's...

Blood Bath

Yes, there is no other word for it, PERIOD! Every time I now menstruate - and let me be clear about this as there's absolutely no telling when that will be - the first few days cause a horrific blood bath. So much so that my body feels drained and exhausted from leaking away in such a bloody outrageous fashion. Using pads wasn't enough to safely get me through the night time avalanches, so I've degraded to ordering special underwear to spare me from utter embarrassments in the morning. So, I am now the not so proud owner of a few Modibodi's. (I added a link for the curious readers, not to sponsor them or anything like that). The modibodi underwear is extremely comfortable (thank God), it does what it promises and even though I hate the idea of needing this particular type of un-sexy garment, I'm now grateful it exists. 

Hormonal bomb

Usually when I go through things in life, my natural reaction is to talk about what's going on, share my thoughts and feelings with friends and anyone who'll listen and talk back. 

As soon as I started sharing these menopause experiences with my girlfriends, some reacted saying: 'oh yes I remember' or 'it won't last long, but yes it's a drag', 'argh I know, I'm going through exactly the same'. 

So why? Why do women go through this (mostly) in silence? Why did no one tell me more about this hormone bomb, or warn me or let me know that it can turn you into an emotional monster mom at times, if you let it. Why isn't this a more talked about subject and why do women have to pretend to be fine about this when we're not...

This hormonal rollercoaster turns your world upside down and inside out within minutes - something I vaguely remember from going through puberty. It wasn't great then and it's bloody awful now! Just when you think you've got your life on track, you get hit by the (peri)menopause bomb and the collateral damage isn't easy to avoid. 

Blurry Brain

My brain is in a constant haze of not remembering.... the other day I couldn't even remember if I had shampooed my hair already or not whilst in the shower. The more I tried to remember, the more I drew a blank. Utter darkness, nothingness and emptiness in there. A black hole. The trick is nog getting sucked into it, but looking out for the positives, for the good moments I guess, for that which we remember.

Life as we know it continues

In the meantime, whilst this body massacre takes place, life goes on as we know it. We are still expected to show up on time, to be our cheerful selves, to function without flaw at work and at home, and to be the sexy, confident woman our friends and families are used to. 

But to be honest I don't always feel that way now, I often feel vulnerable, scared, insecure, sad and very much alone dealing with these body & mind changing issues. Life has thrown me (and so many other women) a curveball and I'm not too sure how to handle it. 

I'm not ready to stop blooming! 

Please tell me that its DOES get better and that it's not all downhill from here. 

To the men who managed to read this far...

Good on yah! Please be kind if you run into me or any other woman around my age. Thank you! 





Monday 30 November 2020

Long overdue

This old blog has been seducing me for a while now. It feels like I'm stepping back into my head and heart by returning to this place. I guess that means I might have taken a long enough stroll to the outside world looking to find different aspects of myself as well as my purpose in life. 

I haven't quite succeeded in either of those endeavors but I do feel I've gotten closer than I've ever been before. I guess that's the most we can hope for as each step leads to the next and every experience offers us growth if we allow it. 

I miss the times when I used to share my thoughts and adventures with others through my writing. I felt connected to so many of you, if only by the string of words that I wrote and you read. 

My blog fell to the background these past few years, not because I didn't have the opportunity to write, but because I felt there was nothing left to say on a personal level. As if my inner being had dried up, expired and sold out. As I write it down it seems odd to think that at a time when I was actually most productive (or so I thought) my writer's soul quietly took a seat in the corner, patiently waiting for a new chapter to start.

And a new chapter it is! It may not be filled with exciting new plans, hot dates left and right or even an actual idea of what lies ahead, but I feel - now more than ever - thrilled to enjoy this moment.

The past few years were packed full of action and creativity. I co-wrote two books that were not only published but sold more copies than ever expected. I created my own online platform: Mies; a place where people in divorce situations can find solid advice and read other people's experiences to find relief and recognition. I co-created another online platform: de Wereldwijven - for and by Dutch women all over the world to connect and share their stories to inspire others across the globe. And I translated so much interesting content that I feel I was schooled all over again.

Two of my children (the girls - who are now actual adults) have gone off to college and my son inhabits the 'west wing' of our house whilst I enjoy living in the girly pink side of our home. We get together for dinner talks and laundry quarrels. My parents have moved closer by and my dad was lucky enough to receive a donor kidney at the age of 75. He's healthy and fit, but to quote his own dry sense of humor: the new kidney will probably outlive him. I keep insisting it will give him another 75 years, or so.

There has not been another great love in my life since I last blogged and I think that I've kept busy if only not to notice it missing. Life has a way of offering that what you need, when you need it and not when you don't. My heart took a long break to heal and I can only hope that it grew back a bit more resilient this time.

This year has been a true eyeopener for me, in many ways. It has brought me patience, self-reflection, rest, calm and an even bigger sense of gratitude. It has brought us together as a family and taught us that we don't have to like each other every day to know that we love each other always. 

For the very first time I planted a seed and watched it grow. Radishes, tomatoes, onions, lettuce, raspberries, blueberries, fresh herbs, zucchini, cauliflower, broccoli, parsnips, you name it - I reaped it! I never realized what it would feel like to be a part of nature's natural cycle of life, from beginning to end. All of a sudden life made sense. It made me more appreciative, of the taste, the smell and even the effort it took for a seed to become the food we ate. 

Joy is the seed that grew within me this year. After years of rushing about, stressing out, trying hard not to fail, fearing the future, not knowing if the road I was on was the right one, I was hit by the pause button. But like a long high-speed train, it took a little while for it all to come to a complete standstill, it screeched and bolted for some time before there was an absolute silence. It was this silence that stated the obvious: I needed to make some changes that were long overdue. How is it that you can be so stuck in something that you don't see the signs? Or maybe I purposely ignored them to avoid the disappointment of yet another possible let down? And how right my gut feeling was to know that some things in life are what they are.

Suddenly there is time to ponder again. To imagine a different life, a new road with brighter horizons. That's where I'm at. I'm taking it in, breathing it through and making it mine to explore. This new leap of faith with no definite destination or direction is bound to go somewhere. All that is clear is that it comes from within and it's on its way out. Let's see where it goes.... 




Sunday 8 May 2016

Mother's Day


For my own sweet mother and all the other moms out there including those we miss so very much....




When you thought I wasn’t looking

When you thought I wasn't looking
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.

When you thought I wasn't looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You kissed me good-night
And I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt
But that it’s alright to cry.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty too.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking
I looked . . .
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.




Poem by Mary Rita Schilke Korzan.
Image by Wilma de Lange

Tuesday 1 December 2015

All I ask...


It's been forever and at least a day since I've been round to my own blog. Funnily enough other people do still pop in to check my posts. Thank you for that!

I've been out and about trying to make a proper living and live an organised family life together with my three teenagers and dog - Otis.

I think it's fair to say that by taking the time to actually start setting my own goals in life and getting more involved with what keeps my kids busy, I've learned to appreciate them and myself a lot more!

Some things seem so petty in retrospect. Whilst others, that I should have fought for, I bluntly ignored or pushed aside. Shame on me.

The time of reflection is nearing as Christmas is just around the corner.

And I've realised that :

  • - the less you have, the less you need
  • - the more grateful you are, the more there is to be grateful for
  • - the less time you waste on negativity, the more positive your life becomes
  • - the more you expect love, the less love you'll receive
  • - the less time you can spend with friends, the more valuable a moment with one becomes
  • - anything can happen
  • - at any given time
  • - there are no guarantees
  • - living in the moment is worth so much more than living in the past or in the future
  • - sometimes you end up letting go of people you wish you hadn't
  • - you should never make decisions if not truly from the heart
  • - and life will always, always keep surprising you...when you least expect it.


That's just a short list of my most important epiphany's. To give you my long list would serve no purpose as we each have our own reflections to make in life.

I'm thankful for a year of exciting new adventure, starting up my own magazine together with a team of awesome bloggers. Bringing wonderfully talented people together, just like that.

Life was kind of tough this year, some scars were ripped open again and some may never truly heal. I realise that now. Change is not always for the better, but you must strive to make the best of every change you go through.

It's funny how in the end we remember, not the bad or painful moments, but the times we overcome them. Standing up after feeling defeated. A very important step to take, no matter how many times you fall. Keep getting up, it's always worth it!

A long intro just to let you know....I'm back!
Never really left.
Some things are just meant to be....
Like Living la Vida Loca and me.

And to get back to what I started off with: all I ask... is that you join me here again, whenever you can.

Enjoy!








Wednesday 1 October 2014

For you... I miss

When you miss someone so much....
Your heart aches pains of desperation

When you miss someone so much....
Your thoughts keep wandering off to the realms of all what-if's

When you miss someone so much...
Your body hungers for that unique, extraordinary touch

When you miss someone so much...
Your life feels empty and completely lost for cause

When you miss someone so much...
You owe grace for having been loved

When you miss someone so much...
You learn the difference between what was right and how you wronged

When you miss someone so much...
Your world crumbles into shattered hopes

When you miss someone so much...
You wonder if serendipity will bring to each a soulmate

When you miss someone so much....
You feel true love sometimes prevails even though it has not been yours to have

When you miss someone so much...
You hide within you the excruciating jolts of pain from missing someone oh so very very much.

Wednesday 23 April 2014

Mr. Tinder & Miss Tinderella

So I joined Tinder a little while ago and found myself fishing in a seemingly never-ending pond of eager men. For those of you who are not very familiar with this new dating-hype, let me explain.

Tinder is an App, quick to download and you can easily login with your Facebook account which enables the app to check your friends and likes. This way you can tell if you have someone in common or any interests you may share. Once you've created your account, set up your best picture(s), chosen the age group you're interested in and the radius in which you wish to find your Mr. Tinder (or Miss Tinderella), you can start swiping! 

I found myself mostly swiping men off to the left side of the screen towards the cross, which indicates that you're not interested and wish to see the next potential Mr. Tinder - ASAP! In fact I got so used to left-swiping that my thumb  became accustomed to it and automatically swerves to the left as soon as I reject or disapprove of a guy in real life! *just kidding
At times I got so fanatic about swiping left, that I'd swipe away a gorgeous guy and in a frantic attempt to get him back I'd do a few right-swipes on the screen towards the heart, accidentally liking men I never-in-a-million-years would choose to like. Luckily if they like you back and you get a Tinder-match there's still the option to block them in the chatroom. How friendly I must come across...*gulp

Anyway, once you get the hang of it, you're off and it becomes a great pass-time. You can swipe away through lunch, boring dates, in waiting rooms, and even during visits to the loo. Suddenly men become available to you everywhere and at any time of day. It's amazingly addictive especially since you keep thinking the next guy WILL be the one - but NEVER is...

However fun it seems at first though, you soon start noticing some patterns in the photographs. For example the incredible amount of men that seem to (want you to) think they own a plane, sports car or boat, if you hit the jackpot he has all three of them neatly stacked amongst his pictures. Also, men seem to be sportier than ever these days, some guys include pictures of their skiing trips, surf jumps, sky-diving adventures, golfing rounds, you name it - they sport it! Anything just to get us Tinderella's panting for them.

The real 'eye-catchers' however are the men that wear sunglasses. No matter what time of day or night, it seems they'd rather show off their newest Ray-Ban's than grant us a quick peek into their soul. But whilst some men like to hide, others enjoy propagating what they've got. I've seen the naked buttocks, accentuated sweat pants full of dick-head, naked fat guys, naked thin guys, atrocious selfies taken in bathroom mirrors, which kind of defeat the purpose of a selfie in my opinion, but who am I to judge right?!

AND last but certainly not least, girlfriends' husbands or partners, parading on Tinder without a care in the world, pretending they're single and available. Just being 'one of the boys' trying out a new  App. These encounters DO make my heart skip a beat, not from excitement but rather from bottled-up-confused-anger. It's not up to me to judge their 'drive' to join this type of datingsite, but I don't want to become someone's bait-of-the-day in such polluted waters either! It confuses and hurts everyone involved as sometimes chats grow into conversations that may end up budd-y-ing into more of what never should have had ground to grow on in the first place. 

Strangely enough I'd gotten quite used to all sorts of boundary changing 21st century scenarios, but this has jolted back a sense of right & wrong that I never expected to have lost sight of in the first place.

So to all the Tinder-seekers of the world, may your fairytale not end up turning sour at the sight of your neighbour's current husband scantily dressed in see-through yoga pants, provocatively lying on the table you had dinner at last week.