Not all holidays are easy – maybe even less than “normal” life. All those expectations tend to get in the way …

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View from our little house in the prairie, taken with iPhone

It was as good to be away as it is to be back home. The Baltic, with its calm, yet powerful Northern nature, brought deep relaxation and inspiration. Home, with its continuity and welcoming spirit, offers the tools to set to work. Life is good.

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World Science Festival 2009: Bobby McFerrin Demonstrates the Power of the Pentatonic Scale from World Science Festival on Vimeo.

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Tomorrow, I will stand United4Iran. Join me!

This week, we finally signed the contract necessary to start our building project. Remember – we have been planning a house with 8 other families and now finally get to start building it. There was a lot of last minute drama involved, since up the the very moment we set our pens to paper for that all-important signature, we didn’t know whether we’d be able to start building at all or just bury the whole dream.

Let’s just say: There was a happy end. Now we are proud owners of a piece of land and one large step closer to moving in with 17 adults and 10+ kids … YEAY!!!

On a different note, we travelled to Israel to spend time on the Mediterranean, catch up with friends and attend Josh and Mara’s wedding in Jerusalem. It was wonderful to be away, even though – regardless my having lived there for a longer period of time – the thought of going to Israel always makes me anxious on some level. This was, of course, exacerbated by taking my son for the first time…but it was all good as soon as we’d arrived. It was exactly the warm, welcoming, if at times harsh place I had remembered, and we very much enjoyed seeing our friends again and attending the wedding. Here’s a picture of Mara and Josh under their chuppah (wedding canopy), which is, incidentally, also traditionally the first part of a new house. Mazel tov!!

This is what I am feeling right now. The grand finale of my job is taking place next week, a nationally televised press conference on the book we’ve been working on for the last year, and I’m afraid. Excited. Worried. Anxious. Stressed. There is still so much to do beforehand, and the whole thing involves being away from home for four days. I’m so far out of my comfort zone, my comfort zone is a dot to me.

This makes me be shitty to my husband, to my son, basically to everyone around me (unless they are people who I still believe I have to keep up an appearance for). It makes me restless and unfocused. Mindfulness is much needed but seems very, very unreachable right now.

It is a big deal to admit this, because my default mode is to pretend everything’s fine. Recent talks with friends, like Jen, have spelled out what I already knew deep down: That default mode is a certain way to shut people out of my life, to end up lonely and frustrated, to become unhappy. Why do I always think I have to endure life’s less nice offerings alone? That I am only allowed to share if the things I’m sharing are nice and pleasant? Where does the belief come frome that I’ll be a burden to my friends and family if I admitted to my difficulties?

I have tried blaming my family. I have tried blaming myself – until I could finally admit what I had known all along: It is not about blaming, it’s simply the way it is. The way I am. And it’s something I can work on. Nobody’s perfect, as they say, and nobody should have to be.

These two blog entries by The Word Cellar and Brené Brown illustrate quite wonderfully how I am feeling right now: Wanting to be authentic but also feeling obliged to external (mostly imagined) expectations/default modes. I am so grateful to know I’m not the only one struggling with this.

Always a pleasure: Heidelberg in spring.

I was away in Frankfurt and Heidelberg for three days, to meet my PhD supervisor and colleagues. As most of you know, I live and work in Hamburg, but my employer is located in Heidelberg, so a trip now and then is unavoidable. This particular time was relaxed and pleasant, a welcome distraction from the everyday.

What keeps coming up in my work relationships is the question of status, the question of who is treating whom which way and why. I don’t know whether this is only me, but it seems that especially in academia, the question of degrees, publications and achievements is very very relevant. At the same time, there are huge differences in how institutions deal with that issue. For instance, my employer in Heidelberg is an island in this regard (and in many others). One example: In most academic institutions I know, the offices come with little signs that say whether it’s a doctor, a professor or “only” a master sitting behind that door. In my institute, when we finally decided to put up name plates, the sole condition was that they do NOT show any titles.

I really love that, don’t you?