Britta's Letters from her life divided between city-life in German's capital Berlin and life in a Bavarian village

Thursday, 23 May 2024

Decision FOR My Happiness

 



I had to think for a while. Or better: feel. Recover from a (mild) shock. 

Then I came to the conclusion that it would be mad to let one person not only rain on my parade, but stop me doing something I love. 

I talk of writing. 

So I'll take a deep plunge and meet (the rest of) my friends again. 



Happy to meet you! 


(The Pegasus is a photo I took from the window of the Alte Nationalgalerie Berlin; the the open-air bath is in Wantlitz, Brandenburg). 







 


18 comments:

  1. Hello, Britta! Yes, do what you love. Other people's opinions are irrelevant.

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    1. I got it now, your comment, Boud, you were right about Google's attempt to place it into the spam box! Thank you!
      And yes: one should follow one's interests and not try to please everyone - I see my problem, and try to work on it (since decades). .

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  2. I'm so pleased to meet you. I have heard wonderful things about you. I look forward to getting to know you better.

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  3. Happy to meet you. To meet you, happy. (Bruce Forsyth)

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  4. Wow, that was a great quote, Tasker - I looked up Bruce Forsythe (found out that I knew his face), and thanks to Wiki I even learned more: "and great-great-great-great-grandfather William Forsyth (1737–1804) was a founder of the Royal Horticultural Society and the namesake of the plant genus Forsythia.[7]" Ain't life interesting?

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    1. You've taught me something there.
      The actual phrase was "Nice to see you, to see you nice". It is a "chiasmus" which is a powerful rhetorical structure, like President Kennedy's: "Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country."

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    2. A lesson in putting the focus away from the "I" to reality (though perceived by the I) - and vice versa.

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  5. How can anyone try and stop you from writing? They should be ashamed of themselves.

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    1. Thank you, dear Helen! If I think it through it were in the last consequence myself who stopped me - angry and hurt by an Internet user I decided to use my time differently. But then I started to miss you all!

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    1. Dear Joanne - thank you! I love Pegasus and am on the look-out for it everywhere.

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  7. I wonder if my comment landed in spam?

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    1. Dear Boud, the spam- department is really tricky and I often forget to have a look at it. But I think/hope that I find your kind comments always.

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  8. Lovely to see you here Britta and thanks for stopping by and wishing my Bob well. We've been going through a lot and not finished yet. Fingers crossed he'll get good news after the follow up procedure expected to be done asap. Tired of hospital trips - they are truly exhausting.
    Have a perfect weekend dear friend - it's a big holiday here, Memorial Day, plus my daughter's birthday so cake and ice cream on the menu. I'm not counting calories this weekend!
    Hugs - Mary

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    1. Dear Mary, I am so glad to hear from you! Hospital trips are really exhausting - I have a good friend in Berlin , she suddenly has to care for her brother who suffers from two strokes - so very very much to do added to sorrow and hope.

      Memorial Day and your daughter's birthday: such a great combination! And you deserve to enjoy cake and ice cream - we need uplifting things in these times! Hugs - Britta

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  9. Dearest Britta, how lovely to meet you again! I did read this and was puzzled by your cryptic tale but pleased you are in control of your own creative space here. I just asumed this past while for you to be "Gon out, Backson. Bisy, Backson", and I guess you were in a way :)

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    1. Yes, dear Pip, it was "cryptic" indeed.
      I had remembered Joann'e advice - her mother had told her that one should only say something nice, or keep one's mouth shut if "nice" is no option - but it went wrong: one blogger was deeply offended by my silence (during which I bit a few times into the oak of an old cupboard) - and though that person in olden days was very - mmh, let's say: bluntly outspoken to others - the self had a very sensitive soul - and left in a hurry. But I recovered, and am now fine again.

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