Have you ever made that dash move, and changed something substantial in your life? Moved to another country, quit a job, left a partner, went on a long travel. Chances are you felt a bit uncomfortable at first. Change makes us feel insecure and quite fragile. Which is probably why I remember so well the first moments of any changes in my life, the first days at a new place. I am a natural worrier (thanks genes) and a melancholic soul, so with changes comes always the feeling of missing what I had. Already before the big change I start feeling uneasy because suddenly I see all the good things in my life, ignoring the rest which made me want to change. BUT here is the secret (probably not so much a secret at all): Change is good! 99.9 % of the time, changes are great. Yes, you lose some good things - but Newsflash! The world is full of other good things!! For example, if I would have never left my first place in Spain where I lived and worked for 2 years and which I absolutely loved (especially since I was coming from grey Germany where I had hated 99.9 %), if I had never left (because I couldn't ignore my heart much longer who in the last months there was telling me something was rotten) - I would have never ended up in a much more beautiful place (where I live and work right now). If I had never left my beloved cat in Italy (broke my heart but he is living with a good friend and has a fabulous life in the Italian countryside), I would have never lived in Malaysia, would have never met the amazing people I met, and would have never launched my own healthy food line. Change is not always for the better, but usually there is something good, no matter what we do or where we go. The world is full of beauty. And still, change feels uncomfortable. Which is why I advise everybody to still go for it. Feeling the fear and doing it anyway is the best way of growing, learning and becoming more resilient. And resilience is something we all need more. Because one thing in life is for sure - Change. Nothing stays the same forever, loved ones leave or die, money comes and goes, and also you will change, get older and one day might get sick and, yes, you will die, too. As funny as it sounds but the realization that we all gonna die one day, helped me immensely with my depression. Don't take life too seriously, Caroline. Nobody gets out of here alive. This is why it is good to get used to change. You cannot hold onto anything anyway. Nothing really belongs to you. Not even this body and the air you are breathing. What a freedom! If you never say goodbye to the best things in your life, there are things you don't appreciate at all Once we commit ourselves to doing it, we change. We change ourselves from just sitting on the fence thinking about it to actually jumping in the field making a mad dash or a slow walk. When we get beyond that bend in the road, we see opportunities that we didn't see while sitting on the fence. We see opportunities that we couldn't have imagined. Easy Choices, Hard Life. Hard Choices, Easy Life.
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Photo found on pinterest: https://es.pinterest.com/pin/556616835171684279/?lp=true When living and working in a yoga retreat center, chances are you are surrounded by 99.9 % women. Which can be lovely (women power! Female sacred sisterhood!) but it can also be a plain nightmare. Too many vaginas that all get in sync with their cycle - do I have to say more?
Common topics in our all-female kitchen are breast tenderness, men, pregnancy tests, lack of men, male genitals and how they compare to carrots, cucumbers and courgettes, female genitals and how they compare to ripe figs, men, the lack of men.... I don't quite believe this is just happening in our kitchen, I think it's a kitchen thing world-wide. Cooking has such sensual vibes to it, that it seems very natural to exchange about sex practices, favorite shags, and how long it has been since your last time. But in our kitchen the lack of men is sometimes overwhelming. I often catch myself glancing out of the window to see a hot dude from behind, getting all excited - until I realize it's our same old maintenance guy. Anything male catches our attention, and the few men that are actually working here, must be in absolute paradise. They are surrounded by young beautiful women, many of them yoga chicks, in their teeny weeny yoga tops and leggings, lush hair, and bendy bodies, often topless at the pool. It is no wonder that Spanish people think our yoga center is a cult, or a mystic heavenly place full of willing half-naked women. Somebody had told us just recently that he got asked by a Spanish mechanic from the neighbor town about the work here, and that he heard that there are lots of women running around naked on the lawn - no wonder he was asking if we had any open job positions. Well, for a girl working here, especially one that is not a skinny super young yoga bunny, it can be a bit daunting at time, with all that female energy. Our lovely shop keeper for example is taking it to the next level, by giving menstrual cycle workshops, and selling yoni eggs and vag necklaces in the shop. There is even a book where you can have a look at the different types of fannies that nature has ever produced. Don't get me wrong, I think this all has it's place, and it is wonderful empowering women about their feminity and their yonis and all. But I even catch myself labeling leftover roasted vegetables as "Roast Vag". Sometimes all you need is simply - cock! |
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