I spent a few minutes thinking about a title for this blog, and although I knew what I wanted to write about, I just couldn’t come up with anything for the title. But I know that after I finish the last sentence of this blog, I will have a great one. So, let’s go. ForContinueContinue reading “People Are Always Right…”
Tag Archives: reflection
Coffee with Milk
Six years after moving to Germany, I reflect on resilience, failure, living abroad, and finding happiness in life’s smallest moments, one coffee at a time.
“Der Hund mit dem Licht!”
Today is one of those days when I questioned my work and one of the things I am most proud of: helping people.
Maybe Care is not always Sweet Soup
Fifteen years ago, I thought a missed bowl of sweet soup meant someone didn’t care about me. Today, while learning to say no, I finally understood that care can look different from what we expect.
CHAPTER 18: The Night I Lost Silvia on the Mountain
This is a story about friendship, panic, memory, and the lessons that stay long after the journey ends.
Okay great! This is me giving you an update one week after my worst food poisoning experience…Â
One week after my worst food poisoning experience, I found myself reflecting on what happened during my Berlin work trip. I missed ITB, crawled between my bed and bathroom, and still tried to show up for company events. It was uncomfortable, but it taught me useful lessons about preparation, culinary risks, support systems, and how to turn “I could have done better” into something future-oriented.
28.09.2025
I have seen this photo many times, but only today did I truly understand it. Today, I finally found the courage to run away from what made me miserable — and that “everything” was my own thoughts. This is a small turning point, a note of gratitude to myself, and the beginning of writing more freely and honestly.
How do you know if you are living?
After asking ChatGPT how to know if I am living, I found myself thinking about Descartes, breathing, sleeping, happiness, thoughts, and the strange distance between people. Maybe living is not only about breathing, walking, or feeling. Maybe if I can still question whether I am living, then I am living.