Yes to everything 1.5

A year ago I watched Shonda Rhimes give TED talk about saying yes to everything. It was a great talk but I must say I was not on board with this idea. The every thought that I may say yes to things that were scary was my main reason for this hesitation. I did however take on the challenge but even without fully committing to it yielded good results. Most notably taking part in a group exhibition. I am continuing with this idea moving forward and this time fully committing to it. Stay tuned.

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drunk descending a staircase, in high heels

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you

skipped steps
in your descent

lost time
lunging

oops, oh
there you go

he’s alright
she’s alright

we’re all alright
but down you come

down we
all come

eventually

Inspired by Kijo from https://kijopoem.wordpress.com/

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Not lost in translation

I have never been one to jump into a fight. I generally eschew pain and bruises. Some may see that as cowardly but from a very young age I learned that there were two other options diplomacy or flight. You know, live to fight another day and so on and so forth.

Now for the most epic battle ever. Not even. I was nine years old running around in the sand filled playground at my Schule in the Berlin one brisk morning. We would line up at the foot of the ladder and climb up then slide down shrieking in delight. I remember that day I was wearing my favorite bright orange parka trimmed with brown fur. I run around the slide to the ladder and waited as my classmate climbed up to the top. I followed suit and started the climb.

Just as I reached halfway up the ladder, I felt a tug on the hood of my parka. It was so hard and abrupt I was disoriented for a moment. I barely broke my fall with my elbows when I hit the sand. The entire playground froze. They waited to see my reaction, would I let out a loud cry? My eyes started to well up with tears as I scanned the playground looking for a sympathetic face. Then I saw him out of the corner of my eyes, snickering with the other boys. The culprit. The author of my humiliation. I would show him. I sprang up and landed the hardest punch I could muster squarely on the side of his head. He yelled out and started to cry while his friends stared in horror. I too was shocked at his reaction, he was the one who always made others cry.

To my surprise I was not reprimanded by the teacher. My fellow classmates told me how grateful they were that I had stood up to the bully. It wasn’t something I was proud of since I was typically an agreeable and quiet child. I was also afraid that he would retaliate one day. So I was quite shocked when I was invited to his birthday party a few weeks later. And from that day onward we became good friend.

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Shapes of Women: Warrior (PROMPT) — ART + INT

Read about how I learned to see myself as a warrior in the story ‘Munchkin Land’ or skip below to the PROMPT. Being of bookish, quiet character, I never thought of myself as any sort of warrior until I explored this prompt. Munchkin Land I went to an all-girls primary school. If you don’t recognize […]

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Summer Vibes

I thought maybe at some point living in a place where the sun shines almost 300 days out of an average year would get old but was I wrong. I relish the sun anew every day. This past weekend I just went with the flow and enjoyed a wonderful summer afternoon. Sunshine, Jenga, rum punch and live reggae music. Hello summer!

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