Regret-rest

When I decided to start writing about an emotion a month I thought I might share some of how I’d experienced these emotions. I still plan to do that. But I’ve realized  at the moment, when I consider my regrets I start looking around for things that resonate with me. One thing I’ve noticed (not really unusually) are quotes that I see that are about regret or moving past it. In studying regret I’ve listened to TED, podcasts, psychology websites and looking back through books to find any notes I’ve made that are regret related. And most importantly I’ve Pinterested all regret related things I come across on Pinterest. Click the icon above and you will see my Regret related Pin Board.



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Regret Can Be A Liar

  Regret can make you believe that, because you are feeling that regretful feeling, something wrong has taken place. Possibly you believe a mistake has been made, an opportunity lost, a relationship thrown away, a job opportunity missed or time wasted. I believe regret is a guide not an indictment. Regret isn’t reality storming into…

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It Is the RE part of REgret That Causes All the Trouble

I continue the theme of regret, for one months worth of insight, into insight, about why we are so hard on ourselves, about our choices and lack of choices. I got to thinking about what is the trouble with regret. First, referencing the last post about TED, let me add one more thing, to the…

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I want to marry an acronym

I want to marry not only an acronym but an idea/website and my future husband is named TED. It is scientists, artists, writers, behavioral economists (I want that job!!), regular old economists and regular ol’ people doing other things like , ohhh I don’t know, making eyeballs!! Not kidding. As I pack my bags, see…

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The greatest hazard of all, loosing ones self can occur very quietly in the world. Almost as if it were nothing at all. -Kierkegaard (dude’s name is soooo not in spell check)

My Womanist Friend–Alice Walker

Your Heart Is A GPS

Elegant Traveling Circus

The past few weeks have been spent in the beautiful Bavarian town of Munich.

My guide book said that Munich means monk, my brother (current Munich resident) says that is a load of crap.

My guide book also says that in Munich, lay the “heart of darkness.” What might be the heart of darkness? The Hoffbrauhaus of course. Just FYI the Hoffbrauhaus is  a giant beer garden full of tourists. In one sense they are correct, tourists are darkness, in another sense the guidebook is freaking nuts.

 

Sooooooo, from the city of the heart of darkness but not monks,  here is my trip, in a list:

1. Food, lots of it, and some of the best in the world (Greek, Indian, Italian, Bosnian, Indian, Indian)

2. Homemade Bosnian potato wine aka shit storm in a cup

3. Schmucks the kosher bar

4. Surfers in the English Garden

5. Altitude sickness

6. THE JUNIOR BOYS!!!

7. Casiokids

8. A leiderhosen bedecked MC. For a juggling exposition featuring Taiwanese youth, wearing black and silver lame (accent on the e) outfits. They juggled in tandem to Regatone music.

9. Garmish and the tallest point in Germany

10. Shopping (duh)

11. Germany V. Germany soccer game on the projector in a bar with shouting and jeering.

12. Happy Tildjan the best neighborhood bar ever! It means the happy cup.

13. The weirdest little country dinner. They had a mini golf course, a small train, a large world clock, a tableau of Little Red Ridinghood with a genuine stuffed wolf and a gnome as Ridinghood. Oh and of course they had a church.

14. I mailed a postcard from the tallest mailbox in Germany. It was to my Grandparents. I took pictures so they could see where their postcard was delivered from.

15. Museum 1, 2 and 3. Treasury of  oldey times and homes of oldey times then modern art

Now this is not the last time I will say this but if you love me, when I get to Fayetteville on the 13th, you will bring me cheese dip, fajitas and General Tso’s chicken. Also I will take an order of fried pickles from Slim’s Chicken and a lime aid from Sonic. I will kiss you, hug you or shake your hand for your efforts. Unless you wake me up from my jet lagged sleep then I would run if I were you.

In Conclusion; Asi Que

 

I have written posts but not published them and I have taken pictures and not downloaded them. The end of such an intensive experience made me feel very vulnerable. Everyone was testy,  there was a lot of grumpy to go around. It was a part of the good bye process But it makes me want to be a little in a shell until I’m feeling sturdy.

This is a kind of scenario when I find myself wanting to be less conspicuous and staying a little more safe. I do this by not talking or writing about my feelings. Instead I’ve been spending more time, really puzzling out, what I’m thinking and what of that, I would be willing to share.

The needing to have some privacy extends to photographs as well. But  I have been keeping fun picts of Spain, like an old vintage travel poster, photographs  (taken by professionals) that I found really beautiful. None are my own, but for me, these are reflecting something, of my currently, slightly, a little displaced, heart and its journey.

In the mean time I will take some time to suss out what I want to say. And will share stories and photos from the land of the Schnitzel.

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