Tuesday, November 24, 2015

And difficult choices at that

Dear future hubster,
have you noticed how life is but a sequence of choices?
If I put on sunglasses to walk to the bathroom across the parking lot, I feel stupid. If I don't, I look angry. Not to mention wrinkles.
You understand my dilemma, don't you?

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Then we can move on to the Global Goals

Dear future hubster,
let's focus on the important things. Can we stop this three kisses on the cheek business already? It's tiring, confusing, and utterly unnecessary. One is largely enough. In most cases, that already is a generous gesture. I'd rather just wave.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Literally or figuratively

Dear future hubster,
I don't know how much it tells about my commitment issues, but I never fully unpack.

Monday, November 16, 2015

To keep your balance, you must keep moving

Dear future hubster,
sometimes, when you spend a weekend in a haze, captured and overwhelmed by what is happening in the big world, and in your own little world, and first you're shocked and your emotions overtake and overbear your day, but then it pushes you further down the road to question your patterns of thinking, the way you form your opinions, what you consider important and why - you spend those days entirely isolated from the outside world, looking out your window at the rainy streets, feeling that everything is so unreal.
But then comes Monday, and Mondays, dear future hubster, are powerful creations. It still rains, you're still processing the mandatory regular changes of your own little world, but in the meantime, you have to go on with your mundane routines of putting on clothes, getting to work, declaring "there is cake in my office", fighting with the coffee machine (and losing), pushing paper and interacting with people. 
And then you find yourself reminded that despite all bad news, or no news, existential crises, moments of dark self-doubt, of loneliness and bitterness, there is a life out there. One we can't ignore, but one we can and should make a little better every day. One that may not be a victory march all the time, but one that is real, come rain or sunshine.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

And then you're responsible for your rose

Dear future hubster,
have you ever considered how making (new) friends is a deeply unnerving experience, requiring quite some courage?
Basically, you meet a person, observe them for a while, evaluate their pros and cons, and at some point you decide. You decide to willingly make yourself exposed and vulnerable, and say:
"Hey, you, person! I kinda like you. So here you go: all my dirty little secrets, teenage crushes, barely acceptable political views, complete ignorance in most domains, questionable choices in the 3M (music, movies and men), cheap wisdom and childish manners, on a silver tray. Over to you. Please be gentle, this is all I have."
And all this leap of faith based on what? That it worked out last time you tried? 

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

It's where your spare contact lenses are

Dear future hubster,
if you've been on the road for a certain amount of time and are longing for a real bed and not having to dig in your suitcase every single morning, then it doesn't matter that you're not citizen of the country you're going back to. When, after 5 hours of waiting in transit, finally they call your last flight for boarding, you will say, and mean it: "At last. I'm going home."