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Jung, wild spirit in the making…

I must have been around 13 or 14 in this picture. The beginning phase of wanting to be, and acting cool. I’m not sure if I would look at this picture today and say “Man, was I a cool chick”, but I definitely would say from the looks of it, that even then there was a wild spirit in the making, and that my love for hats was born way back when already.

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Who am I, and why I write. I’m a dreamer and I’m not the only one. I am the one holding on to the silver lining when the skies are gray. I’m a believer that nothing is coincidence, but has purpose. I’ve made mistakes, and I see them as a part of who I am today. I have lost myself in order to find myself, and I still do from time to time. In a good way. I’m a big child who laughs until my belly hurts when life wants to be serious. Career wise: I’ve been there, done that, and I took “The jump” off of the hamster wheel to change my future. I didn’t land all that softly, but I still did it. Coming full circle, I had it all, and yet I was lonely and had nothing. Today I choose to be a collector of memories and I chase moments, instead of martial stuff. Less is more, and I prefer quality over quantity. You’d be amazed at how freeing it can be. Talking about free, I see myself as a free spirit that believes in an unconventional lifestyle. I find myself going against the grain most of the times, not to rebel, but because it feels right to stay true to my unique and authentic self. It takes courage, and you often stand alone, but if you find a way, you soon realize that it is the only way to not lose who you are.
My past wasn’t easy and I come from a life that didn’t always give me the opportunity to be heard. Few related and even fewer cared to take the time. But now I believe that the past is history, the future hasn’t happened and the “NOW” is truly all we ever have. In the end I realize that we all have a story to tell, and we all seek to be understood. We all yearn to be heard, to be accepted, and to find our spot in life. We try hard to fit in, some to the point of acting out of character, playing by the rules of what we think society expects of us. Until we wake one day, feeling empty and lost, with our life passing right in front of us. It’s never too late to change your stars, and it was my toughest moments, who turned out to be my greatest teachers.
They say that the stars can’t shine without darkness, and it was darkness who has shown me the light.
It took a series of (un)fortunate events, to learn to glow through the pain, to learn how to dance in the rain. I believe in Magic and wonder, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As an empath this old soul often feels a little too much, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I am here to tell my story because I believe that it can help others. It is my hope to bring inspiration and strengths to you, while showing you that it can be done. I know you are out there, and I know you are suffering in silence. I am here to tell you that you are not alone, and your voice is being heard loud and clear. Hang on and be strong, transformation is yours. 
In light and love....Rhapsody Bohème 💙🦋

27 thoughts on “Jung, wild spirit in the making…

      1. Well, like I said, I’d say you “phased” somehow. This world is full of scientific surprises. Hence shows like the X-Files became a thing. Who knows why. But, it has happened. It’s almost as if I or another author drew you and then changed their mind, altering the model sheet.

        Is there a harsh truth you are avoiding in this? Some dramatic lifestyle or plastic surgery change that came with the egress from Germany?

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      2. Mmmh, the harsh truth is that I’m not sure what’s next. I’m here trying to make things right before Mom passes. It’s a challenge and it take more than one. It has limits and I’m not sure how much of my own life I can continue to sacrifice.

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      3. At least you have some idea what you are doing with her, for her. I don’t think I’ll be as useful/helpful. Not as “mich” as my elder sister would likely be.

        Takes more than one what?

        I’ve sacrificed quite a bit of my life to/for family, myself, already. And, it worries me about the future, my future. It’s partly cowardice and a haunting fear that have prevented me from “seizing the now.” If I was braver in some way, I’d probably not give a crap what this troublesome family does and live my own life. Instead, I am swimming in their foolishness and misery.

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      4. It takes two to work on a relationship and make things work. You really like that “mich” part, huh.
        We each have to figure for ourselves what’s right. You will when the time comes and this time it will be me who is keeping any harsh comments to myself.

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      5. Hehe. I dunno why. I could have some fun with “mich.” If it’s not German, why is spell check using it? I don’t think that’s an English word, either.

        Why are you harboring harsh comments?

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