The way it is according to moi

​ This is rather embarrassing or it could be interpreted as a huge breakthrough. I suffer from human hangovers. Maybe I’m secretly allergic to humans. I do wish it was that easy, to mock a self diagnosis. But it’s not. I’ll explain in sec.   Just know that I’ve thought being a hermit could be really cool. Also when watching the film: into the Wild. I thought, this is the life. The book was written in 1996 and the film came out in 2007. Sean Penn directed and the soundtrack is amazing! It’s by Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam.  Ok, let’s jet into the human hangover (hopefully you are now reading as you have Eddie in your ears) I cut out toxic people out of my life a good decade ago. It’s more like 15 years or more. I’ve gone one step further and cut out family too. There are very firm boundaries and I operate within this only. If I don’t maintain these boundaries I suffer the consequences big time.  I’m going to give real life examples of what human hangover means / feels like ...

Friday July 17th 2024 - Alexandra Palace Park I have an hour until Richard Ashcroft come onto the stage. I’m also alone so nobody to talk to. This is not Glastonbury where so many people actually go in their own. I personally don’t see that very much at outdoor gigs and other festivals. It’s cool though, I’ve been to this park many a time in my life so really I feel like I’m in my back garden.  I saw my homeopath this morning, this was our 4th appointment this year. She’s been practicing as a homeopath for 30 plus years and she’s very good. Every time I see her I get more excited about starting my training to become a homeopath. The thing that’s so fascinating about Homeopathic remedies is that it’s one remedy can work on so many different aspects of a persons life.  As per usual in my life, it all leads back to my upbringing and family relationships. We know that I’ve made solid boundaries, but I still feel. Via homeopathy, I’ll be working in the sadness and anger when it com...

​ I went to sleep last night listening to a podcast about morning light and your circadian rhythm. So this blog entry is being written while watching the sun rise. (Also I don’t wear sunglasses, do your research and read about the correlation between skin cancer and sunglasses) Day 5 Aruba. I woke up and went to the gym. I lasted 15 minutes. This is not something to phone home about but it’s something. It’s the pesky air conditioning and I could feel in my throat, it was starting to hurt. Exercising with a scarf is not a thing. Maybe it should be.  Then my mom braided to French braids on my wet hair. The lady can’t help her self with the comments (I’m aware the apple hasn’t fallen that far from the tree). She said that I looked like a Mexican school girl. What does one do with these random comments your whole life. You just say ok. She then says, it’s a not a bad thing.  The next move is when it all turned to shit. Wet hair close to scalp and in air conditioning in the breakfa...