Samba in my Pajama

After a long work day followed by a ramble through all the buzzle and Christmas lights, with thoughts of why hes so silent, why he doesn't reply, do I always end up being the girl whos left behind... With these feelings in my chest, ghosts of the past and all the other challenging yet to come quests, I turn on the radio and soon I can feel how my little body starts moving to what I hear. With my washed Slash resembling hair and mismatched pajama, I find my self dancing to some Samba. Life is pretty great You know, Your own validation is the only one you need, so get up and Never stop dancing from your heart to this beat.

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Go - Do it for You (about the fear of solo-travel, not about crossing the Serengeti)

Solo-travel and exploring on your own often seems to be something that's considered too big of an hurdle, an uncomfortable area we`d rather avoid. As wolves we are more comfortable in a pack. I used to think like this myself. The thing is however, that we often (as singles in a busy world) find ourselves alone when we would have the time for an adventure. Schedules don't fit. - Then there's of-course the differences in interests as well, and as being without a partner no one is "obligated" (please take with sarcasm :D) to go with you on your holiday to extraordinary locations and events. But hey, that said; - what a perfect time for you to do exactly what you always dreamed of ! All I want to say is go for it. Don't sit around waiting for "maybe another time" due to the fear, and I'm not talking about the fear of being scared that something might happen on the way (that doesn't seem to be the first thing that pops into

Grandpas legacy

My grandpa passed away some years ago. For a long time during my teenage years and some into adulthood I felt light-years away from him, in our morals and teachings to follow. I was only looking at him like a priest, with his bible, a hungry need for being in the spotlight (he was a well liked radio host, preacher, author, playwright, ceremony holder, documentary film maker, pilgrim arranger, met the pope once- you name it). When I was feeling down at the age of 17 he wrote me a letter about watching more of TV7 (a local conservative evangelical christian channel), he told me it made his days brighter and that I should try it too. PS. He was not conservative, I think. We never talked much- not really. He had 3 grandchildren. I do not think that he ever really knew me, and neither did I take my time to view him as a person behind the priesthood which he so often talked about . But when I look back on him now- as I found myself and stand supported, I can see past the job he had chosen (

To all my busy friends, show up in my life too- it matters

I would run cartwheels right where I stood if you showed up at my doorstep, if you suddenly sat in the audience during my Indian dance or Improv theater performance. I would remember it forever if you showed up at the airport to say goodbye for now or welcome back, I would love for you to ask me where in the world I am at. I would love for you to reach out to me and ask us to read the same book simultaneously and then meet over coffee to share our thoughts, It doesn't take much time out of your schedule or much effort of sorts, just a suggestion, a thought. I would love to go out for a joint run or jog- maybe for once right here in my hood- you could use my studio apartments little one person shower, My home, my little wonderful life- You know you are welcome here too. Meet me in my life, see where I live and what I do, it might not be marriage and children, or a big suburban house with a yard, but it is me, your friend- still hanging on at the other end. Someone who shows u

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