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A home by the sea please, thank you!
Even at a young age, I believed in something. I didn't know exactly what it was back then. If someone asked me whether I belonged to a religious community, I would answer that I didn't, because I believed in myself, I believed in what I wanted to achieve. I have always achieved my goals, but I have forgotten myself along the way. I worked myself half to death without realizing that I also had a life. And when I reached my goal, I was happy. But only for a brief moment. Then I asked myself: “What goal am I going to set myself now?”
Back then, my motto was something like this:
“Faith can move mountains.”
“Yes, I can do it!”
“Every resistance strengthens me to double my success in the near future.”
“I firmly believe that I can achieve this and that.”
I was often away at vocational schools, seminars or other appointments during the week, and once in two months I even worked 58 days a week. I worked from early in the morning until late at night. I wrote my books myself, published them alone and sold them alone. Then I had to take care of employees and everything that went with it, who helped me with packing, reminders and cleaning the rooms.
One morning in a hotel - I had another seminar coming up - I threw up slightly while brushing my teeth. What I saw there made me shudder. I vomited blood.
This event changed me and I started to think about my life.
I was already longer thinking about escaping the hamster wheel, because at the end of the year I only had half of what I had worked hard for left. Many of us are probably familiar with this, whether employed or self-employed, the more you earn, the more you give away. In addition, my body cells were also giving up more and more of their flourishing life, the wrinkles came too soon, as did the gray hairs.
Because I simply didn't have the time or didn't want to take the time, my relationships broke down because things I wanted to achieve would have been left undone.
Then one thing led to another: My dad, my cat, my dog and my horse left me, as did the uncle of one employee and the boss of the other employee, and the husband of the other employee got sicker and sicker. In the end, my mother also left me, much too soon. That was it.
My world collapsed completely, one protracted cold followed another, my immune system went crazy.
STOP! I urgently needed a BREAK!
Many people said that people were getting older today than they used to. Yet so many people - apart from my parents - left far too early, some of them not even reaching retirement age. I thought about it a lot. The universe saved me. It kept saying to me over and over again: 'Be happy now! Who knows if you'll reach retirement age. Do exactly what you want now'.
I knew this inner voice was right. Because when you're old, you might not be able to go dancing anymore because your bones wouldn't keep up, when you're old, it might not be a good idea to do different things anymore, when you're old, you might be happy to get through the day instead of enjoying it to the full.
But it's not that easy to shed the baggage that you thought was part of life and was expected of you: a successful career, a big house, a dog, a cat, a partner, your children as a patchwork family, nice cars on the doorstep, it all looked nice on the outside. But inside I was empty.
From then on, I no longer cared what was expected of me in public, I decided. I did what was good for me. I only had one life, which lay at my feet in all its beauty and I hardly used it. I didn't need caviar or champagne either, I myself, my inner voice, wanted a modest, beautiful life. Surely that had to be possible?
Then something happened that I now call magic. A man came into my life, just for one night, but he held up a mirror to my forgotten desires.
He challenged me completely unprepared.
But from the beginning. In my - this - phase of upheaval, I was browsing the internet for something fun. Great, I found a concert about 200 km away by a mega-musician. I bought a ticket, put on my dirndl, put flowers in my hair and drove off. It seemed I was one of the first there, I got a great parking space quite far in front. And I walked into the arena full of expectation. Wow, lots of people and many others were wearing traditional costumes. How beautiful! The atmosphere was amazing, I was standing on the edge so that I could fidget. Suddenly a man came up to me, about my height, half bald, slight, but also in traditional costume, wow. How likeable, I thought, a man in traditional costume. He held out his hand to me with a smile and asked: “May I please?” We started to dance. He was a good dancer, great! I loved dancing, many a former dance partner told me that I was as easy to lead as a feather. Dancing was a hobby that I indulged in after a long day at the seminar. No matter how many hours I had to drive home from the seminar day, the disco was on the way. I changed in the car, freshened up and put on new make-up. Then it was off to dance the night away until the disco closed. I called it “dancing the stress out”.
So we danced together in the arena and we became more and more exuberant. What great fun - finally - after such a long time. All negative stress seemed to fall away from me. And it seemed as if my dance partner felt the same.
Of course, he later brought my jacket and me to the car - gentlemanly. It turned out that his car was only three cars away from mine. Crazy! Then he opened the car doors wide and put on a disco fox CD. “Do you mind?” He held his hand out to me again and we continued dancing in the parking lot until 1am. “We can use the time,” he said and I thought it was a great idea. The queue of cars gradually got shorter. As we were one of the first in the parking lot, we were also the last to drive out again.
When we said goodbye, neither of us knew what to do next. Should we meet up again or should we leave it at that wonderful experience? I felt that I wasn't ready yet, but neither was he, whatever his story was.
“What else do you want from life?”
Then, out of the blue, he asked me: “What else do you want from life?”
Bang, this question struck me to the core. I looked at him, puzzled, and my thoughts suddenly became clear. It was as if I was falling into a hole, as if everything I believed in was null and void.
I was certainly in the process of reshaping my life, but he was quicker with his question than I could think of a plan for the rest of my life. He literally forced me to think about my future right there in the parking lot.
“What do you mean?” I asked him back. “Actually, I have everything I want,” I said to him. And I listed everything, success at work, big house, fancy car ...
And there they were again, the old thought patterns. The thought patterns that I actually wanted to get away from, that caused me an incredible amount of work, robbed me of my health and made me forget to live.
He interrupted me. “No, that's not what I mean. I mean what you've always wanted to do but never dared to. Where have you always wanted to be but never dared?”
Clack, clack, clack it rattled in my head. I actually wanted to keep the beautiful, exhilarating experience of the past few hours, but now I had to think, but couldn't find an answer. I wanted to make something better out of my stressful life, but I couldn't answer the simple question of what else I wanted from life. How embarrassing!
We continued to dance in a subdued manner, in fact we were almost standing, the tension was palpable, because something seemed to be on his mind too. The air from our mouths was lifted into hoarfrost. No one could get a sensible word out, I stammered to myself, ashamed that I no longer seemed to have any goals. I was 49 years old and didn't know what else I wanted from life.
“What do you still want from your life?” I asked him to end this cautious situation. And then he started to talk about himself. He also had a great house, was a landlord, had a successful career as an artist and I could see his smart SUV right in front of me. He told me about his successes in his self-employment until, at the age of 41, he fell so deeply into a burnout that he couldn't get out of it on his own for many years.
I suddenly realized that he was also dancing the stress off his chest and was going through a period of upheaval. It was only much later that I realized that a magical force had brought us together that evening. It had to be this way, for his own good and mine.
Now we were the only ones far and wide, the others had already driven down from the parking lot. We said goodbye with a hug and thanked each other for a wonderful evening of dancing. Lost in thought, I drove home.
Over the next few days, the stressful daily grind caught up with me again, but I couldn't get this evening out of my head. I kept remembering his question: “What else do you want from life?”
And suddenly it was there, the answer to his question!
About two weeks later - I was rearranging two cupboards - I noticed my albums with photos and memories. A piece of paper was sticking out of one album, which disturbed me. However, it wasn't a piece of paper, but a sheet of paper on which I had stuck photos of views of the sea many years ago. In psychology, this is called visualization and to make sure you don't forget your dreams, you should cut them out of brochures or something similar and pin them to a pin board. The white A4 sheets of paper on which I stuck my cut-out wishes were my PIN wall.
So there it was, the answer to his question! The pictures reminded me of my big dream again:
I always wanted to live by the water, preferably with a sea view. Either a small bungalow by the lake with a forest all around or simply by the sea with a forest all around. I had just repressed it because of what had happened in the past.
An apartment with sea view in Prora
Then everything happened very quickly. The concert was at the end of October 2018, and within three and a half months I had sold my house and moved into an apartment with a sea view in Prora (Ostseebad Binz) on March 1, 2019 at the age of 50. The universe had led me in a roundabout way to where I had always wanted to go. It made sure that I was happy on the way there because I had finally let it happen. Because even the move, the planning and furnishing was a joy and filled me with many moments of happiness. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, dear universe, thank you, dear higher power. And of course, thank you to the stranger who asked me this question: “What else do you want from life?”
In Prora, I got my feet up for the first time for several hours, lay down on my couch without having to mow the lawn or pluck weeds or clean the joints of the driveway, or clean the roof and protect it against animals with eaves combs, without having to clean 350 sqm and 36 windows or later 260 sqm and 28 windows, or pump out ponds with fire hoses so that they do not overflow, without having to cut a hedge or bushes, without, without, without. From then on, there was only the word "WITH". And I had more peace to take care of my work. How wonderful!
I didn't know anything about Prora or the beautiful island of Rügen before, except that a crossing seemed very familiar to me; maybe I was once there in a children's holiday camp. But when I entered the search engine "Apartment with sea view" after searching for an apartment with sea view, Prora came first. And I chose Prora.
My new home in Prora should then also make sense again...
A year later came the terrible year of 2020. But as stressful as the time was, I was infinitely grateful that the universe had brought me to Prora beforehand, which was almost deserted for a certain period from March 2020. I found peace and found myself and opened my consciousness to things that I had never noticed before. Thank you dear universe for that too.
The universe knows what is good for us and directs and guides us exactly where we want to be if we let it. Even if one thing or another doesn't make sense today, the path will lead us to our desires.
Did you also have wishes that you repressed due to stress and distractions and which you were made aware of again in a roundabout way? What else do you want from life? I would be very happy to read your magical story or help you in any way, under a nickname (please read the blog rules). Or you can write to me via the contact form or by e-mail, also in the DU form. Thank you for your comment.
Sincerely, Konstanze
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