Germans have funny accents. I am German, I'm allowed to say that. Although I sound slightly 'North American' or as the British Boy likes to call it 'Pseudo Yank German', I have difficulties with my 'v's and 'w's - especially if I am tired and or had a couple of drinks. So, vodka turns into wodka (that's interestingly also how it's spelled in Germany - hah, betcha didn't know that! Right? I mean, this is a useful and informative fact... it is, really...) and visitors turn to wisitors, especially when she's from Germany.
But first things first. This whole week was a German week. Firstly, my trip back home to the fatherland. I thought it would be my dad who would drive me up the wall, but it turned out to be my mom that made me cry this time.
Here is my check in for the day of the drama:
I am thankful for spending a productive day at
work, for having a great conversation with my dad, for feeling loving and
non-obsessive about food and for having had a fantastic eve with my friends.
At the moment, I feel very sad, because my mom is sad and I cannot help her. I tried to fix it, but I cannot control or force her to do what I think would be right. I want to accept that what I think is right might not be what she needs and more importantly that it's her stuff, not mine.
I also feel extremely full after a day of big eats, big portions, hefty food and I feel pressure to work for work.
I am a commitment to balance. I will finish one task, then stop and be kind to myself.
At the moment, I feel very sad, because my mom is sad and I cannot help her. I tried to fix it, but I cannot control or force her to do what I think would be right. I want to accept that what I think is right might not be what she needs and more importantly that it's her stuff, not mine.
I also feel extremely full after a day of big eats, big portions, hefty food and I feel pressure to work for work.
I am a commitment to balance. I will finish one task, then stop and be kind to myself.
In the end, I managed to keep that balance and the fact that I have awareness around that is great. Upon my return from Germany, I managed to see my German friend Christin and we had dinner at Thai Square in Islington. To be honest, I am not too impressed with that chain, it is quite pricey for food that just lacks a bit of oomph and vibrancy.
Thai Beef Salad |
Either way, with Heidi here for 5 days and we spent quite some time catching up and talking about our lives, our ambitions, our dreams and perspectives. Food was yummy too - for breakfast we had fruit salad, yoghurt and oats with toppings. By the way, I am so proud of the lilacs I took without permission from a public park - they remind me of spring and with the shitty weather I needed every possible crutch to remind me of spring.
Cappucchino, fruit salad, yoghurt & oats |
Roast potatoes, carrots, parsnips, onions and asparagus & peas. |
Pheasant breasts, protected from drying out by bacon, and the vegetables. |
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