Authenticity is one of those terms inflationary used with a highly subjective meaning. For many people it’s associated with what they say, how they dress or the group they belong to. Not having given much thought to authenticity much of my life, I’d suggest a different connotation. One that is more of a felt sense of my core needs being met - or not. (…)

This is an awkward time for me - one in which there are so many ideas and inspirations and therewith opportunities flowing my way, and yet, I don’t feel the need or the capacity to catch and hold them. (…)

I would have never expected that being disillusioned feels so clarifying and freeing as it does to me these days. The illusion that I’m releasing is that of a childhood that has worked entirely in my favour, (…)

Ich bin dieser Tage zerrissen zwischen einem tiefen Gefühl der Verzweiflung und großer Hoffnung, einer Art Aufbruchsstimmung und dem Gefühl des „endlich kann es losgehen“. Was ich damit meine, ist, dass es für mich noch keine opportunere Zeit gegeben hat, um in meine Selbstbestimmung zu gehen und die Liebe in mir wieder zu spüren — und das, was mich von beidem getrennt hat. Ein Erfahrungsbericht. (…)

I woke up this morning, thinking: “Man, I’m excited for what this life brings me.” A thought that, as much as I remember, has never crossed my mind in the past 37 years of my life. It was no thought that came from a place of exhilaration or a sense of abundance. It was rather a statement amidst the experience of growing and profound care for who I am, how I perceive this world and my place in it. (…)

These times are terrifying for me. While the socio-political narrative implies that we’ll soon be back to some type of normalcy, some type of “better,” this is an experience that I don’t share. While I don’t intent to ponder about the “rights” and “wrongs”, I wonder how I can use this time of upheaval, of transition, and of renewal to prepare myself for what is shaping up, sensing that the “shaping” is much more in our hands than many of us assume. (…)