THIS ... 🙌

Most writers don't "grow up"!

 A little while ago a writerly friend "complained" on her blog that

some (grown up) people suffer from what she calls a 

never-stopped-being-a-child syndrome.

Now I confess that for all those serious, successful and perfect adults someone who gives in all the things they deny themselves for the sake of being "adult" must be utterly annoying. 

They remind them of what they can't have.

Oh they'll be quick to tell you, that they wouldn't WANT to be that way. They wouldn't want to be caught dead imagining.Well usually what bugs us most is something we want.

Reverse psychology.

Something a grown-up inner child merging on inner teenager shouldn't know.

I even say it out loud.

Especially when I am told to grow up at last!

All my life I tried to follow this "grow up"! 

Trying to fit into drawer and being the way I was expected 

was actually very damaging and in the end brought me down. 

A child once told me most adults are just children behind bars. 

Another called those "real adults" buttoned up people. 

I found both extremely accurate. 

Locked away - from the magic, the fun, the pure joy of living. 

Nowadays I acknowledge that I am the SAME person I was when I was little. My body aged somewhat, but the inside stayed the same. "We" have more experience and yes in certain situations we acknowledge that we should follow certain rules, but in others I won't and I don't give a button if I'm called crazy. I'm not bad at playing adult, but no way I will become what others see in it! I will talk to cats, birds, my characters on the sofa and even my Grandmother and her new friends wherever she is now. I will stop in the middle of the sidewalk to rescue a bug, snail or admire a flower breaking through. And I will laugh when I feel like it. 

As a writer I can be as crazy as I want. 

As a person I choose to be as much child as I feel I need. 

My inner teen demands it. Now.

"So perhaps as long as the energy of your childhood is channeled in a suitable way, then never growing up could only be good for us."

Yes, Anna, it is.

I don't suffer from never-stopped-being-a-child syndrome,

but I really did when I tried to change it.

I'm not good at adult. Thank you Peter Pan.

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End Bullying - stop teen-suicide!

So this is basically what I have been doing 

all the weeks and weeks and weeks

of NOT writing:

My mind has been filled with all these stories and my nights have been busy with talking to kids who have no place to go but are engrossed 

with thoughts of leaving for good.

It's been tense months since April 2nd 2015 

when Raymond Howell Jr made just that decision.

I should have been able to continue as usual.

To feel sad, but move on without another glance.

After all every day news are full of  sad stories.

Heck, my entire life is one unbelievable movie script.

Pathetic some would say. And did.

Sadness only touches in small doses, 

it never moves when there's too much.

And still I'm here.

Why?

Because helping others takes the focus from your own.

And THAT's the pain I can't deal with.

How to Keep Writing When No One Gives a Shit...

I HAD TO REPOST THIS. 

This just sums it up so well.

Not many will understand or be able to relate. 

Well, one person obviously does.

This is blogged from Jennifer Garam:

No one cares if I write.

No one’s waiting for me to publish my next essay. No one’s waiting for me to overcome my low self-esteem or manage my depression and anxiety or move through my fears or stop doubting myself or get a good night’s sleep and drink enough water and caffeinate sufficiently to sit down and write. No one was waiting for me to quit my day job when I did a few months ago, and stop putting off what I most love to do and make the time in my life to do it.
I don’t have an agent or an editor expecting the completion of my manuscript, no publishers are wooing me with six-figure advances for a book deal, and nothing I’ve written has ever gone viral. No one is compulsively refreshing my website, checking for my next blog post to be published. I don’t even have an article assignment or deadline at the moment.
I write pieces and send them out. Sometimes I will get rejections, which are usually very gentle and non-personal—it wasn’t right for them, and please submit again. Most of the time though, I never hear back at all. I just send and send and send into the void.
Occasionally something I pitch will get accepted (hooray!). But wait—when it’s published there are stats, an abundance of metrics to show me exactly how little everyone cares. How few people open my newsletter, how low my website traffic is, how small the engagement was for my latest Twitter or Facebook post. All the data there to prove just how much no one cares.
I’ve been writing for a long time and I’m not famous or hugely successful or even moderately well-known. Thirteen years ago I had my first article published—a music profile in Interview Magazine. I brought a copy of that issue to my chiropractor and she said, “I can just feel it, you’re about to take off, like a rocket ship!”
I didn’t. But I kept writing. Through running out of money multiple times and then taking day jobs each time so I could support myself, even though those jobs often sapped my energy and depleted my spirit. So I’d write less, but I didn’t stop.
It feels personal—that editors aren’t leaping to respond to my emails as soon as they arrive in their inboxes, that millions of people aren’t clicking on my stories and tweeting them and sharing them on Facebook.
It feels personal, but it’s not. When he received a MacArthur fellow “genius” grant last fall, Ta-Nehisi Coates said in an interview with The Guardian, “You can never be prepared for it, right. I’ve been doing this basically for 20 years now, and the majority of your career you write and nobody cares.”
It’s just what it is to be a writer—toiling away in obscurity most of the time.
So how do you not give up, when you’re working so hard doing something you care so deeply about, and it feels like no one else cares at all?
Have a greater purpose
Right after college I went to acting school, and as part of the curriculum, I had to take modern dance class. The dance teacher told us that if we wanted to be actors, we had to have a greater purpose; we could not just strive for our own fame or we would burn out. She suggested doing 108 sun salutations first thing every morning to connect with this higher cause.
Vigorous early morning yoga is not my thing. But I do think a lot about being of service, and how my writing can benefit others. I have a strong sense of what my mission is—to heal myself and others through my writing. Sometimes I stray from this and it slips from the forefront of my mind, because I also crave attention and recognition, and a not-small part of me wants to be famous. So I have to go back again and again and again to this sense of greater purpose to give me the strength, resilience, and hope to keep going, even when all signs point to giving up.
Have a life
Being a writer feels like an essential part of who I am, and often like it has to be the most important thing in my life. I have such a pressing need to write that I could easily spend my days, nights, and weekends doing almost only that, and in isolation.
Writing can be incredibly nourishing and energizing, but if I have nothing else going for me than my writing, if all my attention is invested in getting those acceptances and that validation from others, then the rejections hit even harder. If I go to yoga and spend time with friends and have a feeling of connection and community and of being “seen” in my life as well as in my writing, then I can have some perspective when I’ve sent out a slew of pitches and haven’t heard back about any of them, and not crumble when an editor who was interested in publishing an article I wrote and asked me to submit a revision has since ghosted me. Because if I have other things that matter to me besides writing, those disappointments won’t feel so crushing.
I don’t do this nearly enough—I frequently slip back into being laser-focused on my writing at the expense of everything else. But I notice that when I am connected to my life and other people in way that is meaningful to me, my writing feels lighter and not so weighted down by needing to make it work.
Don’t give up, because as bad as the rejection feels, not writing feels worse
I could give up. I could say that I’m sick of all the rejection and I want to do something else, something where I feel valued and appreciated. Something where there’s more of a direct correlation between what I put in and what I get out.
But as bad as the rejection and all the non-caring feels, not writing feels worse. I have to tell my stories and share my experiences, or I get angry and lethargic and depressed. Without writing, I feel powerless and like I don’t have a voice, like my thoughts and feelings and experiences don’t matter. I get frustrated when I’m sending out a piece that I love and it isn’t getting accepted anywhere and I’m yearning for it to be published so others can read it. I’d prefer if everything I wrote got accepted. But regardless, the actual process of writing is soothing, healing, and necessary for me to feel OK in the world. So I have to keep doing it.

Remember that somewhere, someone cares

When I’m feeling masochistic, I’ll toggle between my TinyLetter, Squarespace, and bitly analytics, and these stats tell me that relatively very few people give a shit about my writing.
But then I’ll get an email from someone who just found an article that I wrote, maybe even years ago, telling me that it made them feel less alone or more understood or gave them hope when they were feeling hopeless.
When you write something, you never know who it is going to affect, or how it could help someone who’s struggling and feeling alone, or how in a low moment in their life, desperately searching on Google for answers, they will come upon your words when they need them most. And despite what our culture will have us believe—that metrics and stats matter above all else, that the number of clicks tells the whole story—somehow, in some calculation, impacting one human being has got to be worth more than all the unique page views and Shares and Likes in the world.

+++++ Raymond Howell Jr +++++ A victim to Bullying

My memorial to a very special young man,
who believed he had no one he could talk to.

Raymond was a victim of non stop bullying, until he saw no other way than to end his own life.
If we all join together we can put an end to bullying for good and let his sacrifice not be in vain.

NOW!

If YOU get bullied, PLEASE talk to someone
and rally friends and supporters around you -
you are not alone!

If you need someone neutral to talk to who is miles removed
and neither known by bullys, school or parents,
I can be found on all social-media as lilprincessperl

 Raymond Luther Howell Jr. 27/5/2000 - 2/4/2015

A letter from Raymond's sister Amber to let you know about her younger brother: "I’ve been sitting here trying to come up with a way to sum up a life in a paragraph. In truth I could spend a lifetime telling of the 14 years I spent with my baby brother. He was the kind of kid you wanted to know, the friend who always had your back, the classmate who extended a hand when you needed it and stood up for you when others turned away. He was the brother who brought me food when I was sick, the son who turned off the lights and kissed my mom goodnight if she fell asleep watching TV. He wasn’t afraid to try new things: football, skating, guitar and art. Even at 14 he had a strong sense of self. He liked to build and take things apart, he had a craftsman’s spirit but most of all he had a big heart, the type of kid you wanted your kids to be friends with. When my brother was picked on by these students, he fought back, he stood up for himself despite the videos and the cruel classmates. He still braved going to school every day and stood his ground when the boys came back. Even though my brother is gone, his memory lives on in the lives he touched. He became a message for change. A message that says we will not stop, we will not falter, we will not draw the curtain or close the door until we can keep our children, our grandchildren, our siblings and our friends safe. Until continuous bullying is looked at as an offense to body, mind and spirit and not simply written off as kids being kids."

Raymond's love for the world and all that it offered was vast. Like many young teen boys he loved to skate. But he also had a larger sense of purpose and enjoyed looking at the world through the lens of a camera. He was also interested in pursuing a career in engineering. Raymond brought smiles to those who were hurting whether they were friends or strangers. His zeal for life resonated with all who knew him. A kindred spirit and champion of the underdog, Raymond showed love and friendship to many, and as a result touched many lives. He possessed the type of compassion in 14 short years that few achieve in a lifetime. Although he is no longer with us, his love and compassion will live on. He is forever loved and never forgotten ...

RIP Raymond, you won't be forgotten and your voice will continue to be heard, sweet boy...

Petition to end Bullying:
https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/peti...

Raymond's Revolution:
http://raymondsrevolution.com/
http://www.gofundme.com/qsdgjw

Hour dedicated to Raymond 103,7 KVIL:
http://kvil.cbslocal.com/2015/04/08/i...

Music: @RonanParke "Defined" & "Fix you"
All pictures copyright at the family of Raymond Howell Jr

The writer and fear...

I first thought I would apologize first for the absence of the last couple of days. Alas as it turns out, my blog-absence has provided me with 

some very interesting and useful insights. 

One I want to share with you in my ten (yes plus) lines today.

I was at a business conference held by the company of a wonderful product I have been drinking for over a year and which has improved my health in incredible ways. While the tenor of the convention is directed in positive spiking up of consumers and members alike, this extremely empathic company also offers a business opportunity that is approved and proven to work. Yet, there is that fear that keeps many at bay - myself included. You see hundreds of people there who are obviously successful with something they believe in and that you have no reason to doubt (I use the product with great results for a year and a half and even my doctor goggled at my improved blood tests) and yet we fearful bunnies lean back and sadly shake our heads. 

Not for us. It sure works for others, but...

What happened?

It's quite simple.

We have fallen to our lying ancient brain.

 We have that brain software that hasn't been updated in centuries and thus that lump of grey stuff still insists whenever something new comes up that we are in mortal danger. But it measures ancient experiences of our race by instances that have nothing to do with the past.

That phone in front of you awaiting you to make that call? 

It's highly unlikely to turn into a black panther! 

Neither are those submission guidelines poisonous snakes ready to set their teeth into you as result of a declaration of war against your self-confidence. 

Those people at a writing conference you should talk to? 

They aren't another tribe that came to overrun your village 

to steal your children or your wives and cut down the men!

And that agent over there part of you is dying to get to know? 

Possibly her or his brain visualizes a lion approaching to take their head of 

the minute you step in their direction as well!

So what to do to gain prevalence and knock brain down a peg - 

one that makes sense in OUR century?

Oh the theory is easy and there is a fine solution to the problem:

Take a step back, breathe and give yourself 20 seconds 

- yes, just TWENTY seconds! -

before you react and then just go for it! If you trick brain out of that short emergency plan execution the phone stays a phone, the submission guidelines are just a few written rules, the tribe turns into like-minded people probably just as unsure as you and even that agent might be able to acknowledge that kitten in a civil manner.

So just try to push the brain pause button the next time fear in whatever situation threatens to knock you out and keeps you from following your dream and goals - you really deserve that update and brain will actually be quite happy to get a break because it takes an awful lot of energy to run away...

You two can do it!

How quick are YOU to judge?

Think before you judge. You never know the story behind it.
Look closer. You never know how many tears a smile hides.
Do not set anyone aside before you have walked in their shoes. Are you greater than HE who will always hold his hand over me?

Monkey see - monkey do... (Part2)

Good Morning, guys! 

I just found this on my Facebook-wall and must agree - it's one of the most powerful videos I've seen and totally underlines what I've been writing about on Sunday... So I'll drop it right here cause I don't want to ruin the momentum- this speaks for itself much better than I could - open for discussion, share:

 

Writing crucial letters...

Yesterday I set down late to write a crucial letter that will set things in motion I would have preferred not to get moving. I seem to be doing that a lot lately and I hope it has something to though with universe shifting things to my advantage - eventually - and about CHANGES - changes for the better.
This one was about drawing the line and making a decision I absolutely despise to make.
But a decision it had to be and my choices where limited.
The one I made is a huge set back short term and definitely heart-wrenching for me - even now.
Yesterday I wrote blindly towards the end - and more than I had set out to - but once tears run free, so does everything that was trapped inside and had no place to be directed before.
If you've been working towards a goal and find out you've been held back intentionally, by not giving you what you needed to really get started honestly - that's quite a blow to your believes - or at least so it is to me.

Disappointments, trials, getting used - nothing really new to me.

But a few years ago I had decided to not deal with those above as I always had - by avoiding the pain by not letting anything come close in first place.

Only if you rob - or defend yourself completely - of pain and disappointments - you also miss out on the joy and happiness, because your armor becomes so strong that nothing will be able to penetrate anymore. I had built myself a stronghold since my childhood - fortifying as years passed by and I held on to the believe that every time I took a peak out, I got hurt again.

So that went on for a long time until I made the conscious decision that enough time had passed, that I had undergone an unbelievable training and would be a hard to beat opponent now - it was time to venture forth and out. Yeah, it was also getting boring in there, wasn't as comfortable anymore once I realized that the world had moved on had developed some really neat discoveries and so on.
Fortresses are really dreary places and besides the darkness extremely hard to warm up...
Willing to be out, one has to give up that tight sense of security and trust - trust is crucial.

And then you find out that that trust has been abused.

Not again - because that has been a different life - medieval times and so on - it's now NOW.

So you haven't been getting help, but that could be because it wasn't there, or forgotten, or ... well, there will always be people who will hinder and discredit others for one reason or the other, usually quite low human motives like jealousy or fear (we have all been through school) - and if ones willing, than one can find all kind of excuses for what others do.

(Note to myself - excusing myself has always been rather difficult, so could we maybe be as easy on us as we are on others?! Lets talk about that later, guys ;) )

So. Basically I was left behind and ignored.

Hard to find an excuse for that, if somebody elses insight shoves it straight into your face.

Hey I'm not one to give up easily, so don't get any weak notions here. Those of you who know me - know what I mean. You others might one day. But hey, giving up when it gets tough? No way, I wouldn't be able to look into a mirror again - 120% it is - I've not yet mastered that "could we maybe lower our standards just a tiny bit?" mindset yet, bear with me!

But how can you move on if this happened in an environment you not only place high hopes in, but also set high stakes - those of your future? Would you be able to continue in that exact close knit milieu, where it means to absolutely be able to depend on each other and completely trust that all around you will assist and support because to reach the goal all had to be in? Or would you need to move aside because those surroundings you got betrayed in would never truly feel secure again and you would not be able to fully give yourself to the task, because part of your mind would always wonder what happened behind your back? 

I try to fly by the seat of my pants and listen to my heart when it comes to people. 

Generally - these days - I give most everybody I meet a smile and a leap of faith. (lets exclude those you know in the first three seconds that you won't be able to deal with because chemistry just doesn't work and firework is building in your guts when they barely open their mouth or cross the critical 3 meter line!)

But when you loose that and the sense of basic trust is gone, how do you continue? How can anybody? How can you continue looking into people's eyes, knowing how easily they'll turn, because they have before?

Back to pedagogic - children who don't develop that basic trust in somebody or lost it for whatever reason - have a tough time learning for example. Why? Because they always have to spend so much energy and time testing their ground instead of flowing with open minds and hearts through the world and absorbing all there is - as those do who feel safe. Quite a difference, mmh? 

People who always say there mind can be really uncomfortable and annoying, but there is one safe thing about them: You will always see the knife coming...

Living by example and the power of monkey see - monkey do... (part1)

In an attempt to progress in healing myself, leave my secure den for a while and to reintegrate myself in real human-civilization, I agreed to some volunteer translation duties at an event my incredible mother company (if you are nice, come back reading regularly and help this blog to reach more then ten people I will eventually - just maybe - tell you a little bit more one day ;) ) hosted here in Vienna.
Now I won't be going into detail, but one of our believes - that is passed on frequently in meetings, trainings, conventions,... - is to adopt the "monkey see - monkey do" philosophy as a mindset and tool.
Has worked since the beginning of humanity - as the name suggests! - does to this day and means nothing less then that others are highly likely to follow your example - if you have established some kind of POSITIVE relationship with them first (you wouldn't follow anybody you despise, right? - but that's a subject we shall return to at another time):
So whatever YOU do, will be reproduced in one way or another as closely to that persons abilities and their personality. The stronger YOUR output, the closer the result will be to what you want to be reproduced! The laxer and "wishy-washy" you are, the less defined the outcome. That's when most teachers, trainers, leader need to go back to untangle what wasn't understood correctly.
Now this applies to many areas of learning, so is a crucial thing to keep in mind when preparing what you want to say, do, achieve - or what happens if you go careless and DON'T give it due consideration!

Now I won't go into much detail from this event, just two tiny examples, that might get some to reconsider their own behavioral output and what it could do to the big picture:

I ended up handing out gear and headsets for attendees to use during speeches, giving them the sinple instructions and asking them cheerfully to please return the equipment at the end of our event to ME (A. positive! B. connected to a face, which then is connected to a place - lets have as many senses in use - always useful to reach a goal!)...
Outcome:
Almost HALF of the machines where NOT returned, but instead left inside the event-hall on or under chairs. But what really is the point - their have not been any SINGLE headsets left behind, but it was always a group of people sitting next to each other!
Monkey see - monkey do ;)
At one time getting up, they might have all held in their hands, but then it takes onle ONE person to put it back down on the chair for everybody else to think "Oh, if he/she isn't taking it back, why should I?!"
Now consider that in doing your business!
This is only a tiny thing, where one person led his or her group/followers to not return their headsets (which ok, resulted only in me having to go searching after them in a hall that had been occupied by a mere 1500 people for the day!), but can you picture that in other areas?!
And what I would consider in the next sequence is, that human behavior is not only defined by copying, but also by imprinting such - means nothing less that what has been stored, eventually gets repeated without even thinking about it (ok some people don't even think in first place, but that's a different problem all together). That of course can multiply and multiply and then therapists earn a lot of money guiding people through the process of undoing the damage by unlearning behavioral mannerism who shouldn't have been inhaled in first place.
So, if you lead your team carelessly into adapting actually unwanted things, don't fuss about it later - the fault's with you and you only (and trust me, I've been there as well!)!
Second sequence:
We are talking about a truly wonderful company, who puts people first, gives everybody an equal chance and talks about health, prosperity and generally making the world a better place - high visions indeed and definitely much needed hope and guidance in the time we live and proven not empty words in this case!
BUT:
Now, if you would have been there (and I know some readers will have) and -  even with all your excitement and in that state of exuberant expectations - would have turned around to become aware of your surroundings one last time on your way out, you would have gotten quite a different impression.
You might have wondered if, in our vision to make the world a BETTER place, we have surrendered to fighting it with old fashioned war-techniques, leaving behind the carnage associated with it!
For myself, wandering around in my hunt for headset-prey, I was left climbing over and frequently tripped by hundred of CANS - and boy was I happy there wasn't any popcorn available that day!!
Now I know what people are going to say now - it was a great day, people had other things in mind, everybody was excited, using the momentum, planning ahead...
Hey, but I thought that was the point? Planning ahead, using the excitement, changing the world?!
Maybe by picking up your can(s) and - proudly! - carrying them to the next trash-pin (memo to myself: let's remember to actually put up specific ones for cans - aluminum and metal are precious for recycling), because we want to leave a positive impression about our company because we are truly different, people, aware of their surrounding and willing to take that extra step to make changes that count and are visible to others? Wouldn't that be an amazingly tiny step for each individual to take, but duplicated having an incredible result on how we are perceived by those immediately watching?
Now I am not pointing a finger at anybody specific (which would be hard to do with the hundreds of cans spread throughout the rows - quite colorful actual and quite a branding of the hall!) - god, I have left garbage behind in the past and allowed a gum to remove itself through the car window - but, as I was collecting, I became witness to a couple of people not belonging to our troupe, but obviously to the center management (one of them later checked with me that all headsets where back and in good order) discussing the mess in passing and it was not a good impression left and I was tempted to jump in in and defend "my" company by declaring "That's not how we are!" One statement that kinda really hurt, was the fast to come, was the "well, it's all those young people, it's what you have to expect. They don't care!" I realize how thin my reply, "yeah, they do, the young people in our organization really do! I am sure they where in a rush, they just forgot..." sounded. It's a bit far stretched to hope somebody believes that hundreds of cans have been abandoned by accident...
And now think, if the leader of each group, team - or a seat neighbor in the row - would have picked up his - pointedly or  reminded verbally to follow up!
I can just taste that "WOW - you people are so orderly - we never had that before! What is that?!" coming from those people I had observed - so much difference, so much pride to take in!
Monkey see - monkey do.
Maybe it's worth considering to you - maybe it's worth to take the thought with you and discuss with others - your friends, team, the people that look up to you and follow you?
Sometimes very little moves go a loooonngggg way....

(I know I promised to post pedagogic/training posts in German, but this one applies to a rather huge community and couldn't possibly be reduced to the German speaking people only, so please bear with me! Also YOU guys can deal English as well, while they - well you know how we Americans are! ;) )