<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269</id><updated>2012-02-19T19:01:10.563Z</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='work life'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='poem'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='connection'/><category term='vulnerability'/><category term='change'/><category term='option'/><category term='self'/><category term='understanding'/><category term='lifestyle'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='erotic'/><category term='practice'/><category term='mouse'/><category term='vulnerable'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='extreme'/><category term='Dilettante'/><category term='eureka'/><category term='resource'/><category term='age'/><category term='write'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Risk'/><category term='bond'/><category term='learning'/><category term='balance'/><category term='friends'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='sport'/><category term='vision'/><category term='author'/><category term='acceptance'/><category term='decission'/><category term='confidence'/><category term='culture'/><category term='Personal training'/><category term='Connector'/><category term='Passion'/><category term='otherness'/><category term='Erotica'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='networking'/><category term='Dita von Teese'/><category term='mice'/><category term='life'/><category term='tale'/><category term='body image'/><category term='common sense'/><category term='Olympus training'/><category term='decission making'/><category term='hammersmith olympia'/><category term='chance'/><category term='blame'/><category term='Nerd'/><category term='Expert'/><category term='school. challenge'/><category term='cat'/><category term='health'/><category term='love'/><category term='trap'/><category term='burlesque'/><title type='text'>Live &amp; Let Live</title><subtitle type='html'>&amp;#39;Live &amp;amp; Let Live&amp;#39; is part of a collection of blogs belonging to the ‘Incredible Ladies Project’. For the &amp;#39;Live&amp;#39; part of it: I love quirky, edgy, eccentric! I like to have an opinion, and I like to tell people about it... and as for the &amp;#39;Let Live&amp;#39; part of it: I may be opinionated, but I am definitely not judgemental! I like to hear about other people’s opinions, dreams, and quirks. Hence this blog is about everything lifestyle.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-2888828527462835325</id><published>2012-02-19T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-19T19:01:10.576Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Finding Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are the things that we want to do but we procrastinate nevertheless, the things we have to do but don’t like doing, and the things we think we should do but somehow never get round to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I find myself blaming the lack of motivation in one category on the existence of the others: 'I cannot follow my dream because there is too much house work.', 'I really should go to the gym but if I don’t follow my dream today I will never make it.' Problem is: Shifting things round and round doesn’t get anything done and all that is left is feeling miserable... That is not a good starting point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Duties!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The easiest ones to tackle are the duties; the stuff we have to do but which we don’t particularly like doing. Like my fish tank. I like it to look nice, but cleaning it is a bit of a nuisance. To be honest? It’s half an hours work... ½ an hour... girl: Get your rear up and have it done and dusted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See, the trick lies in ranking the tasks by duration. Get a quick one done and feel good about it. Or choose one that fits into a particular time slot, like: 'between lunch and having to leave the house for a meeting'. Knowing the length of a task and then imagining how it feels when it’s over, gives that little kick to get it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Should Do Stuff!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What about the ‘should do stuff'...? Maybe we just shouldn’t! I ditched the sewing course and the Taekwon-Do class. The sewing course was held by a brilliant teacher and I thought the skill could be beneficial at one point in my life. And then it turned out that in order to have the full benefit I would have to do homework... which I never did... I shouldh’ve... but... The Taekwon-Do was a similar story. The effort to actually doing it well was too high for the benefits. Maybe in a few years time I regret, however, when I took the decision I had a big sigh of relief and big rock fell off my shoulders. The one thing that kept me from skipping out earlier was the feeling of having to explain myself to... everybody, basically... ‘you were so excited at the beginning, what happened?’, ‘you were so good at it, why would you want to stop?’, ‘you bought all this equipment, what a waste!’. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No ones business, that is! I try out stuff; some I like, some I don’t, some turn out to be too time consuming, so what? Turns out: There should only be two categories: The stuff we have to do, and the stuff we want to do. If something doesn’t properly fit either – ditch it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Want to Do Stuff!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, those are tricky little bastards. They are thoughts and desires we use for all sorts of things... and sometimes they should go on the couch of a psychiatrist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are wonderful tools for blame... 'You never help in the household, so I don’t get to do stuff'. One could just DO stuff, and letting the work pile up; developing a thick skin, socks wouldn’t be folded, shirts not be ironed, kids favourite meal not be cooked, car not washed... they would find out eventually, that taking some duties off your shoulders would give you the time to be at their service. It however seems that having this blame tool available is more valuable than to actually educate the family. Why else would we stick to NOT doing the things we would like doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe we have a rose tinted imagination of how it would be if we were to give it a go, and we somehow know, or fear, that it might not be like that? If there is only one big dream, then sometimes it is nicer to dream the dream than to destroy it with a harsh reality, and then nothing would be left... not even a dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Truth is: Every dream requires a lot of work and dedication to become reality, and the reality might look different from what we expected. It is ok to just like the dream and to keep dreaming, but if this little sneaky thought keeps coming back over and over again, and if it doesn’t look rose tinted anymore but takes the colour of a nag, then it might be time to do something about it. Sometimes it needs a good friend who is able to listen and to step into your shoes to get started, sometimes the foundations have to be laid in secret until the confidence has risen to respectable levels to come out, and sometimes we have to listen to some people to find the right kick:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/en/alain_de_botton_a_kinder_gentler_philosophy_of_success.html" target="_blank"&gt;Alain de Botton: A kinder, gentler philosophy of success&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/en/richard_st_john_s_8_secrets_of_success.html" target="_blank"&gt;Richard St. John's 8 secrets of success&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/en/matt_cutts_try_something_new_for_30_days.html" target="_blank"&gt;Matt Cutts: Try something new for 30 days &lt;span id="goog_916539337"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_916539338"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/derek_sivers_keep_your_goals_to_yourself.html" target="_blank"&gt;Derek Sivers: Keep your goals to yourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, whatever it is that is needed: Use it and then DO it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-2888828527462835325?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/2888828527462835325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2012/02/finding-motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/2888828527462835325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/2888828527462835325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2012/02/finding-motivation.html' title='Finding Motivation'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-8061572288669432469</id><published>2011-08-01T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:55:59.010+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otherness'/><title type='text'>I couldn't say it any better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;... this pretty much sums up a whole lot of what I have been trying to express in my blogs. So here is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thandie_Newton" target="_blank"&gt;Thandie Newton's&lt;/a&gt; view on 'Embracing otherness, embracing myself'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt of the &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/thandie_newton_embracing_otherness_embracing_myself.html?utm_source=newsletter_weekly_2011-07-26" target="_blank"&gt;TED talk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... And that can happen with awareness, awareness of the reality of oneness and the projection of selfhood. For starter we can think about all the times when we do lose ourselves. It happens when I dance... I am earthed in my essence and ‘myself’ is suspended. In those moments I am connected to everything; the ground, the air, the sounds, the energy from the audience, all the senses are alert and alive. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I honestly believe the key to my success as an actor and my progress as a person has been the very lack of self&amp;nbsp; that used to make me feel so anxious and insecure...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="374" width="526"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2011G/Blank/ThandieNewton_2011G-320k.mp4&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/ThandieNewton-2011G.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=512&amp;vh=288&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=1193&amp;lang=&amp;introDuration=15330&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=830&amp;adKeys=talk=thandie_newton_embracing_otherness_embracing_myself;year=2011;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=a_taste_of_tedglobal_2011;theme=the_creative_spark;theme=master_storytellers;event=TEDGlobal+2011;tag=Arts;tag=Culture;tag=Entertainment;tag=art;tag=psychology;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="526" height="374" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2011G/Blank/ThandieNewton_2011G-320k.mp4&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/ThandieNewton-2011G.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=512&amp;vh=288&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=1193&amp;lang=&amp;introDuration=15330&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=830&amp;adKeys=talk=thandie_newton_embracing_otherness_embracing_myself;year=2011;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=a_taste_of_tedglobal_2011;theme=the_creative_spark;theme=master_storytellers;event=TEDGlobal+2011;tag=Arts;tag=Culture;tag=Entertainment;tag=art;tag=psychology;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-8061572288669432469?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/8061572288669432469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-couldnt-say-it-any-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/8061572288669432469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/8061572288669432469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-couldnt-say-it-any-better.html' title='I couldn&apos;t say it any better!'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-5745604737668730002</id><published>2011-07-27T16:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:40:36.526+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympus training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school. challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal training'/><title type='text'>Back to the School Bench</title><content type='html'>Oh wow! Where to publish this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It definitely is about a change of lifestyle, but being it my lifestyle it is very personal as well, and it is a challenge... that makes it at least three of my blogs where it would fit in. As any of those is as good as the other, I chose the one that jumped into my mind first: Lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As of today I am officially back at school. I just collected my books for learning on how to become a Personal Trainer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHA6nZxhLOc/TjAuiAbhIHI/AAAAAAAACBM/T7C3EjZjFhI/s1600/IMG_0835%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHA6nZxhLOc/TjAuiAbhIHI/AAAAAAAACBM/T7C3EjZjFhI/s400/IMG_0835%255B1%255D.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A good decade after I had promised myself to never ever do an exam again, ... I am putting myself into the situation of taking an exam again. They call it assessment these days, but I guess it's pretty much the same. At age 50 I seem to think it a good idea to take the risk of being told that I am rubbish in what I am doing... and the person who will tell me might well be at the age of a hypothetical child of mine if not younger. At university it was bad enough to get the verdict from an old-ish person... oh what am I doing again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At least this time I know what I want this exam... sorry assessment, for. My own business has just come a bit closer. I hope it's worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here I am, like a little schoolgirl at the beginning of the new term, looking for a nice folder to put everything in, and organising my timetable. Oh please, cross fingers for me that I won't open these books and don't understand a word that is said in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-5745604737668730002?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/5745604737668730002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-to-school-bench.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/5745604737668730002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/5745604737668730002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-to-school-bench.html' title='Back to the School Bench'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHA6nZxhLOc/TjAuiAbhIHI/AAAAAAAACBM/T7C3EjZjFhI/s72-c/IMG_0835%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-1170496230999713694</id><published>2011-05-11T06:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:52:11.102+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extreme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Extreme Challenges and Headfakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By extreme challenge I don’t necessarily mean climbing Mount Everest or travelling to the South Pole. I mean the sort of thing that you and I can achieve by our own devices, like running a marathon, creating a work of art, or going on stage. These are the things that need guts to decide for and determination to follow through; the things about which people will ask ‘why on earth would you want to do that’... and although the only valid answer is: “Because I want to!” one will have a list of reasons of which one hopes it will satisfy the inquirer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My challenge is to take part in a bodybuilding competition. For the first time in my life I will be on stage, in a bikini, wearing fake tan, and I will have to give a 90 second performance to music. I am 50 years old, I am not a musical person, and I don’t know what bothers me more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I would be asked for the ‘Why?’ my official answer would be: I always wanted to know how I would feel on stage. I cannot sing, I cannot memorise well, so singer and actor are out of the question, but I am good at my sport, and I want to show the world that it is possible to become healthy and fit even if one is past the best-by date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The unofficial answer would be: Because I want to! I want my 5 minutes of fame! I want to know how far I can push this and if I might even be able to win! Oh yes! I don’t just want to participate, I want to win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The headfake would be: I want my legs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A headfake is a task in which one does one thing to achieve another. Good teachers provide headfakes for their students: “Let’s build a robot so you learn mechanics”. What they actually learn, is the boring skill of programming, and they easily do so because the task is fun. My headfake doesn’t provide fun, but a good reason to keep focused. See, I always was yearning for beautiful legs, well shaped and sexy. Life provided me with a substantial layer of padding from hip to ankle, and I never managed to keep my determination during seasonal food binges, and emotional rollercoaster rides like winter depression and monthly cycles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of the above makes this a valid extreme challenge, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... the more that this sort of thing has quite an impact on my lifestyle and hence on my social environment. Let me turn back the clock to 2004 when I innocently started the whole ‘let’s push the envelope’ thing, and when I had no idea on how many levels this battle would take place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was two stone fatter, unfit, suffering from back and headaches, and most of all; I was suffering lack of confidence. This is not a good state to be in when wanting to change things which would affect other people’s lives, too. ‘Time management’ became a much used term. The aim was, to get as much as possible out of my time for myself, and to still keep everybody else happy. In self help books this is called ‘keeping the balance’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I failed! I failed because I followed stereotypes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never asked: ‘Whose or what balance am I keeping?’ Only when I start writing about these things I become focused and can see those questions. The intuitive choice of words of the first draft, reveal a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘The aim was to get as much as possible out of my time for myself ...‘&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘... and to still keep everybody else happy.’ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This means a balance between me and others, and not a balance within my life’s tasks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a significant difference between the two. The first means ‘trying things out, but compromising should I lose control over my relationships. The second does not consider other people; it is the impartial focus on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I failed because I mixed up the two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let’s turn the clock back even further to the time before 2004. I remember my mum and grandma talking about people, who had learned skills and achieved things everybody envied, and then they did ‘one silly thing’ which pushed it too far, and they lost everything. Back then I believed that those people must be mad, and now I find myself in a similar position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was a master of adjusting my lifestyle to others and I received appreciation and praise. It made me feel good, but it used all the time I now need to fulfil my own dreams and needs. Now, that I have put my focus on me and hence am tipping the balance, I would wish that others would do that too, adjusting their lives to mine in order to keep it level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, this is not how it works, is it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People are not interested in changing their lives to match mine... who would have thought...? Moreover, people got inspired by the idea of personal improvement and began to change, too; just into their own direction, not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I failed because I forgot that I CANNOT determine other people’s actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However much I might hope, expect, or ask of people: It is THEIR decision to take! And they will take those decisions according to their own constraints, many of which I don’t have a clue that they exist. They have work lives, friends, and families, all putting the pressure on. They are taking their decisions as much as I am taking mine. All my balancing acts to keep people happy, and hence them in my life, were MY choices and thus voluntary. I cannot blame them for holding me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I failed because there is no balance to keep in relationships! There is only a balance that I can keep within myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me put the above into a nutshell: This matter is not about balance, it is about relationships, decisions and blame. Whether we just topple along, negotiate, or compromise, none of it will guarantee that a relationship will remain stable. There are too many unknown parameters, and even the known ones are changing continuously. The only thing that I can control is ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My previous lifestyle had left me sick, scared, unconfident, and with a minor job and I decided to make a change to the better for myself. During the past years, I lost the fear of being embarrassed, and of getting old, but the one fear that rules them all I did not dare tackling: The fear of being alone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Extreme challenges are limited in time. If a life is robustly settled in a relationship scene, this period will not change anything. If there are instabilities, this period will reveal it all. It is impossible to succeed in an extreme challenge, while trying to cover-up, and there is no going back, once it has started.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first small changes already had inspired some friends to leave the scene, would bigger changes challenge my close relationships? On the other hand: If a relationship only exists because I am desperately clinging to it, is it worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had not planned for those questions to arise, and surely not now. In a few weeks time I have to be on stage and I am questioning my entire existence. That is not good timing! Well, the timing comes with the subject, doesn’t it? While unanswered, those questions held me back in achieving my dreams. Now that the challenge has put the cards on the table, I don’t find them daunting anymore. I now know that my headfake is not ‘the legs’ the headfake is ‘to find the person within myself, who I really like, who I can trust and rely on, so that others can do the same.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I might not have failed after all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-1170496230999713694?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/1170496230999713694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/05/extreme-challenges-and-headfakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/1170496230999713694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/1170496230999713694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/05/extreme-challenges-and-headfakes.html' title='Extreme Challenges and Headfakes'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-4683250656215812827</id><published>2011-03-21T07:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:23:48.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And another photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, I could get used to this! Thinking four years back when Babul had to shove the camera into my face wherever I looked to get me used to that thing, I now just love to flirt with it. Barry 'Baz' Crabtree, was my latest victim. He wanted to do some experiments with light, and I got to show off my latest purchase, a coat I got from Camden Market during the last London visit. Watch out for 'Sai Sai' if you like the goth/punk/lolita inspired look.The blouse is from there as well and it can be dressed up with some lacy ruffles for an 18th century fashion style vampyre-ish outfit. This more dramatic style would be something to follow up on in a future shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JXRbJUjkfiU/TYXon9Ve9wI/AAAAAAAABDs/veRE_WAvKkg/s1600/IMG_2416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JXRbJUjkfiU/TYXon9Ve9wI/AAAAAAAABDs/veRE_WAvKkg/s400/IMG_2416.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dotbaz" target="_blank"&gt;Barry 'Baz' Crabtree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-P_1VtWeIVK8/TYXooU95XgI/AAAAAAAABDw/qFDaFS9I2i8/s1600/IMG_2417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-P_1VtWeIVK8/TYXooU95XgI/AAAAAAAABDw/qFDaFS9I2i8/s400/IMG_2417.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dotbaz" target="_blank"&gt;Barry 'Baz' Crabtree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore this combined with &lt;a href="http://uk.7forallmankind.com/en_en/kimmie-bootcut-with-ghost-squiggle-azul.html" target="_blank"&gt;'7 For all Mankind' - Kimmie&lt;/a&gt; in a dark wash for a night out in London: &lt;br /&gt;Fabulous!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zUIhwMQsIZQ/TYXopMOM8mI/AAAAAAAABD0/4T3_uFqkmsA/s1600/IMG_2455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zUIhwMQsIZQ/TYXopMOM8mI/AAAAAAAABD0/4T3_uFqkmsA/s400/IMG_2455.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;By: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dotbaz" target="_blank"&gt;Barry 'Baz' Crabtree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my, this feels like going to get a few more props. I am just not in the mood for 'normal' clothes anymore. It seems that 'quirky' is the new me! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note: Have a fabulously crazy spring!&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5dne8NYI-xA/TLCr_chPvFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/tc2kAMGAPtI/s1600/Rika-signature.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5dne8NYI-xA/TLCr_chPvFI/AAAAAAAAAxU/tc2kAMGAPtI/s1600/Rika-signature.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More Pictures of the shoot:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/RikaNauck/11BarryBazCrabtree19thMarch#"&gt;My Picasaweb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find Sai Sai at:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Units 30a and 36a &lt;br /&gt;London, Camden, Stable Market, Chalkfarm Road, NW18PB&lt;br /&gt;lolisaisai @hotmail.com (please remove white space before @)&lt;br /&gt;lizhi_lz @yahoo.com (please remove white space before @)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-4683250656215812827?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/4683250656215812827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-another-photoshoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/4683250656215812827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/4683250656215812827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-another-photoshoot.html' title='And another photoshoot'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JXRbJUjkfiU/TYXon9Ve9wI/AAAAAAAABDs/veRE_WAvKkg/s72-c/IMG_2416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-8974601211574845609</id><published>2011-03-16T05:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-16T05:49:43.036Z</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I faced my biggest fear! No, not spiders. I faced the one person who  always managed to throw me off balance. However much I tried, prepared, and  practiced, he always managed to find the right button to bring me close  to tears - unfortunately not tears of joy they were. Oh, those big strands of nerves this man has cost me when I had to propose or ask for something - and not just my nerves, dear hubbies as well. Poor Detlef had to listen through all the reasoning, the pros the cons, the 'on how to phrase it' over and over again, before I dared entering the lion's den. This man has more lines in my book than anybody else. Maybe I should even thank him, as otherwise the book would be rather short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I type, I have known him for more than ten years, and whenever I listened to conversations he was involved in I understood his point of views, they basically were my own. I understood his decisions, I would have taken the same. I could even understand the little quirks and oddities in his lifestyle. As soon as I had to talk to the bloke, all I wished was for the ground to open to please swallow me. My mum used to be able to reduce me back to my teenage years, in front of him I became a toddler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About eight years in, I was talking to my mentor and I will never forget the moment: After a lot of fretting about all sorts of stuff I eventually got this bright spark. It literally felt bright in my head when I all of a sudden knew that all the fretting boiled down to one thing: 'I don't want to be scared anymore', I said and then I broke into tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems that I did a lot of crying back then. Even as a child I was known to live really close to the waterworks... but what can you do? It all happens on an emotional level, which in its very nature is rather uncontrollable. I guess, at that moment in this little room I understaood how the two are related. Whenever the fear turns into the feeling of being trapped the water starts flowing as a natural response. Others might become aggressive, I cry. Because it is humiliating, depression kicks in, self esteem goes down, vicious circle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided there and then that I didn't want that anymore. And the process started - how could it be differently - with a worry: on one hand I liked to be emotional as it works on a positive level as well. I was known as the cheery, bubbly one. Somebody who inspires and makes others happy. Would I pour the child with the bath? Would I lose the happy me by abandoning the sad me? Would I become a dull, numb bitch? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I took the risk and worked my way through the issues my little brain threw at me. It was hard, it was satisfying, I lost some friends along the way but I gained new ones as well. Turns out that if people are the right people for you, they will stick with you, and the others will be better off without you, and you will be better off without them. Although it sounds sad, it actually is a win-win. Have I become a dull, numb bitch? I am sure some people will think so. But as a matter of fact: I don't care anymore! There are still plenty of others who think that I am inspirational and gorgeous - bless them! I was worried that I might end up alone, but I didn't. In contrary, since I feel rooted in myself, I seem to be more appealing to people than ever before... who would have thought that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three years of soul searching and endless lines of writing I needed to find this out. And it is not just a conclusion that I repeat like a mantra to be able to live it. It is in me now, with every single cell of my body I can feel that I truly believe (in) myself. And today I got the proof that this is not just an illusion. The culmination point of all the hard work condensed in one phone call.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The outcome? Hmmm, how can I describe this? You know that I am a girl of colour. So imagine my early years in a colour scheme. Every build-up to a conversation was shades of purple, depending on the respective stage more raspberry for rage, or more blue for depressed. Then the conversation itself usually starting on a pale orange with purple spells, to then rise to a deep orange via red with flames, to then numb me in a dark burgundy. Then the aftermath - ash grey, imagine 'Iceland after the Volcano' grey, lasting for days until it eventually turned into a mid-blue which usually meant: leave me alone, avoiding situations like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time it was different. Actually, there was one little slightly orange deep breath at the beginning and then there were a lot of yellows and greens... and at the end? White. Really! Nothing! A bit of pride, yes! But nothing loud or emotional. For the first time the feeling of being peers...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems that in this whole process I eventually learned to put a value onto myself, which allows me to negotiate. I think I&amp;nbsp; am starting to grasp the concept. It is too simple to blame the other side. It was never his problem, was it? It always was mine. If I feel inadequate I cannot expect others to come down to my level, and I surely should not try to pull them down. I however can make my way up to their level. As soon as I had found my value I didn't feel inadequate anymore. And it seems that my newly gained negotioation skill might even have won me a new friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-8974601211574845609?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/8974601211574845609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/8974601211574845609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/8974601211574845609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-8296580184461918249</id><published>2011-02-18T05:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T05:33:51.575Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dilettante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connector'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><title type='text'>If I were to give a speech...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;First published in 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I were to give a speech - This would be it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello, and thank you for having me here. My name is Rika Nauck  and my father in law would be proud to hear that I am introducing  myself as a ‘dilettante’. So here I am: Rika Nauck, dilettante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was still young, ‘looking pretty’ worked well for me  to achieve things, I nevertheless felt the strain of having to be  successful in something. I just couldn’t decide what that might be, since  I had much too many interests. In his calm and charming way my father  in law explained to me, that if I wanted to, I could divide people into  two groups; one group is good in just one thing, but pretty useless in  everything else – they are called nerds. The other group knows just a  bit about everything, but they are not very good in any particular area –  these are the dilettantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately it’s the nerds who get Nobel prices and become  CEOs of companies, while dilettantes usually end up in a support role.  They are able brew coffee, proof-read a paper, re-design the office  space and manage the expenses all at the same time, and since they lack  fancy certificates and awards, secretary or business support, as it is  called these days, is one of the obvious choices of profession for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And here comes the part where I usually get a lot of booing  from one half of the population and a lot of Yays from the other one,  and I’m fully aware that I might be beaten up for this. However, I am  claiming that nerds are mainly male and dilettantes are mainly female.  There are exceptions – I give you that - and we even have names for  them: It’s wimps… and …bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, whatever the gender: nerds fall into a crisis when  threatened in their field, while dilettantes feel threatened in any field  they touch. Hence dilettantes have a low self esteem, and usually need many  years to accept their role and to stop competing with nerds; they just  won’t win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I needed another 20 years after I had spoken to my father in  law, to eventually acknowledge that I am a dilettante and that this is  the best thing that could happen to me. I might not be rich – yet – but  with the knowledge I have accumulated over the years I can pull myself  out of any misery. All that we dilettantes have to do, is to find the  niches in which we can outsmart the nerds, and the aim of this talk is  to inspire you to trust your set of skills. You can do more than you  think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take networking! It is categorized as soft skill – what in  nerdy terms means: not worth the effort! However, they do network, they  just call it differently, and they are doing it brilliantly. Nerds are  organized in professional scenes which are fine tuned networks with a picking order,  information on who knows what, and calling in favours is an absolutely  common practice. If you can play your scene you will get far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dilettants despise of all that: for them this means favourism,  and using people for profit – and hence they only network for social  reasons, because then one can call it 'helping each other'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When, some years ago, I wanted to go to a workshop on  networking which was organized by the women’s network in my workplace, I  needed authorization of my boss in order to attend. I was nervous  because I never had asked for such a thing before, braced myself and  started uttering stuff of ‘women’s network’ and ‘workshop’, and got as a  response: ‘Ah, is this your knitting club? Yeah well, you can go.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Knitting club? I knew he was joking, but that this phrase  crossed his mind at this moment in time, and being in a working  environment – I think that is telling, and &amp;nbsp;I can’t even blame him. He  is working in a male environment and that means that one ‘moves in a  scene’ rather then ‘belongs to a network’. So firstly, there is a clash  in terminology. Secondly, he is a nerd by definition; he has a blind  spot for these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We dilettantes are actually brilliant networkers, but we don’t  know it because we are rubbish in defining what we mean by that. We are  so scared that we might be blamed for taking advantage of people and  that we might have something dubious or shifty in mind, that we rather  not commit to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heather White – she is the CEO of Magic of Networking and gave  this workshop I was attending – she defined it brilliantly. Networking  is like throwing a stone into a lake and causing ripples on the water.  They will reach the other side to be picked up; they will mingle with  ripples caused by others and some of those will reach you. It is a  lovely image and it basically means what goes round comes round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you would encourage picking orders, and pushing people, you  most likely would find yourself very quickly&amp;nbsp; in the company of similar  minded individuals, and hence in a rather unpleasant environment –  well, except if that is what you were after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most successful networks however, are the ones which are  non-intrusive. You introduce yourself, you leave your name and your card  with contact details; you have dropped your stone. &amp;nbsp;You let people  introduce themselves and collect their cards, you caught a ripple.  That’s it; the rest is wait and see. The rest of the networking is done  after you met people. They talk with others, you talk with others, and  at one point proposition and demand will find their match. Win-win for  everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Networks go further than scenes; they look outside the box,  they need nerds and dilettantes equally. And see - alone we are just  that: Nerds and dilettantes. Once we are connected in a network and  starting to compliment each other we become ‘Experts’ and ‘Connectors’.  All the knowledge an expert has is worth nothing if nobody knows that it  is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a world as connected as ours these days, experts can’t  afford anymore to only work their scene and to stick between themselves.  And I don’t mean experts scientifically. If plumbers only communicate  with plumbers because that is what they like to talk about, they will  run out of business. They may need information on how technology is  changing, or how to run the business more efficiently, or how to find  customers in their area to reduce cost of driving. I may be in dire need  of a plumber – which I actually am … so if we both would just know  somebody who knows …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things are moving quickly, Innovation is what is asked for  these days, and that needs communication between the scenes; it needs  people who travel these universes and who know just enough of many  things to be able to bring the right people into contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end of the day the message should not be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerds VS. Dilettantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Experts AND Connectors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="20" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Together we are strong!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Related Links:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/knitting-21st-century-style.html"&gt;Knitting 21st Century Style&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/network-is-home.html"&gt;A Network is a Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-thats-how-its-done-networking.html"&gt;And THAT's how it’s DONE – Networking Strategy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/networking-serious-game.html"&gt;Networking – A Serious Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-8296580184461918249?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/8296580184461918249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-were-to-give-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/8296580184461918249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/8296580184461918249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-were-to-give-speech.html' title='If I were to give a speech...'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-3306982353753220620</id><published>2011-02-17T06:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T05:36:14.027Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><title type='text'>Networking – A Serious Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;First published in 2008 - report of the second networking workshop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the first &lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/knitting-21st-century-style.html" target="_blank"&gt;networking workshop&lt;/a&gt;  I left with a feeling of confirmation… the feeling that the one thing  I’m doing rather intuitively and in which I’m actually good at is  something that is a valuable skill and should be exploited, and not just  something that is to be taken for granted. So my confidence got a real  boost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I then went for it, I hit the brick wall a few times, and  the harder I tried the more scared and confused I got. Something was  missing! When I entered this second workshop I felt less confident in  being able to do good networking than before. So I was rather tense: I had visitors from work sitting in an office not far, and thus hoping that my boss wouldn’t  need me, I hadn’t have time to prepare at all, my paperwork from the last  workshop was at home and not in my bag, had even forgotten what I had  written about the first one, and there was a rather big likelihood of  not being able to remember a single name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scatterbrain mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, in the end of the day this turned out to be a good  thing. Heather, the coach, instantly tapped  into it, turning this odd feeling of  lack of confidence and focus into something productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="15" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some catching up on previous outcomes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On catching up on the outcome of the first workshop it turned out that we more or less came from two different types of make-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The nerds!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One group of highly skilled people who know about their  skills, but were not sure how to bring them across to the right people  to give their career a boost. However, for two of them it had worked: They had braced  themselves after the last workshop, have been talking to the right  people and changed their careers to the better, and a lot of the others  are on their way. Good for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The scatter brains!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other group are more ‘jack of all trades’ kind of people,  who are good in a lot of things, but just not good enough that they  feel like showing it off. Usually we don’t have a degree in what we are  best at and feel confident doing the job as long as a real expert is not  around. We are always hoping for others to tell us that we actually are  having a high level of expertise already, we need the praise to believe  in ourselves, and we are hoping that networking might find us such  people and open doors to opportunities which are not too scary to go  through. Well, that is at least the truth I had to face – however, I  have a hunch that this is not too far from it for some of the others as  well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After we had told our stories Heather tailored the workshop according to what was needed for us bunch of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="15" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Working a room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first part was about 'working a room'. Basically: How to get into a group and how to break out of a group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www9.georgetown.edu/faculty/tannend/" target="_blank"&gt;Deborah Tannen&lt;/a&gt; in '&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/You-Just-Dont-Understand-Conversation/dp/1853814717/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1210326453&amp;amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"&gt;You just don’t understand&lt;/a&gt;',  women mostly use language to bond, while men mostly use language to  transport information. Which is one reason why guys are often more  straight forward in saying what they want. This, in female eyes, blunt approach is not useful for bonding – for that you have to give a lot of  reasons and stories around the information itself. These different  styles in communication reflect in the body language and in group  structures as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily, we had one gentleman attending and  Heather used the poor bloke quite a bit to demonstrate that guys usually  avoid eye contact (threatening) and are not standing opposite each  other but fan open a bit. Therefore easy to approach, but be prepared  and not bothered that they won’t look at you while talking as long as  the rest of the body language shows interest.            However, if you would see guys closed in and looking at  each other while talking – never, ever try to barge in! Serious business  going on there and you will not want to interrupt that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my experience ladies in a group are more difficult as  they stand closer and look at each other. To get in, you would need to  know one of them, have something really interesting to contribute, or  catch an eye with one of them signalling: yes you can come in!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="text-align: justify;" valign="top" width="250"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Important note:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;The real action happens AFTER you  have met people. What they remember of you and what they talk about you  behind your back can make or break a career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Although the meeting might not have  gone as well as you would have wished for: If your first impression was  good and you managed to relieve them off your presence before they get  really bored: They may even keep you in a good memory and talk good  about you in a pivotal moment of your career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td style="text-align: justify;" valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Another important note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;            &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Practice, practice, practice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Observe and throw yourself out there  whenever possible. Start using occasions which don’t really matter,  learn from it, raise the stakes a bit more every time. Take little  risks. We usually can’t plan for when this little window of opportunity  will open. You may have a bad hair day and might be lacking sleep…  that’s not the moment to start practicing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Moving about in a networking  environment is a bit like driving a car. At the beginning you have to  concentrate on every move, once you practice it sinks into the  subconscious and becomes reflex. You start driving in streets you know  and then you move on to bigger distance, wider streets. The same applies  for networking. One day certain body language will just come natural –  and you will be able to not only see the window of opportunity but to  dare tackling it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="text-align: justify;" valign="top"&gt;As for the breaking away: As soon as you  realise boredom – cut your story short, kindly say your farewell and  move on to the next group. You don’t want to waste your time with people  who are not interested in you and you don’t want to waste their time  either.            So we practiced a lot of handshaking and introducing  ourselves, gave each other feedback on how we come across, had a lot of  fun, and – although we knew each other already - a bit of getting out of  the comfort zone as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was recognised as very useful and important advice  from all of us, although I have a hunch that the instant benefit is more  for the group of skilled people. The ones who know what they want and  who can go straight away to deliver their message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be well able to break into or out of a group now,  but I wouldn’t actually know what to tell them: ‘Good morning, my name  is Rika. I’m a scatterbrain!’ Not really a career booster, is it?&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="15" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Branding and networking strategy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, the rest of the workshop was about branding ourselves and networking strategy &lt;a href="hilp-update:%20Networking%20part%203%20-%20http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-thats-how-its-done-networking.html"&gt;(...read more)&lt;/a&gt;. And again Heather nailed it! She delivered everything I needed in order to take the next steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will be tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It goes so much beyond networking. I will have to dig deep  and do some soul searching. I have a vision, but I can’t see it as a  real picture. It’s all on a: ‘Would be so nice’ – level. It needs to be shifted to a: ‘I will do that!’ – level. I  will need to sit down and make one of my infamous lists to find out the  action points. And then I will have to go out there and make it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slightly in panic mode now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, the alternative is to sit back, put the legs up, eat sweets and watch East Enders. There is no in-between. Just being nice and a good girl with a  decent skill set won’t be enough. There will be no knight on a white  horse coming and bringing me to the goal line a bit closer. I will have to march  there on my own feet every single step. And if I’m lucky I will&amp;nbsp; find a few  good companions who will walk with me and flatten the ground once in a  while or pick me up when I’m down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="justify"&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="243" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/Vision.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yet another important note: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Networking is nothing but a tool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Networking might inspire some ideas  on what you want to achieve, but in the end of the day it is nothing but  a tool that brings you from A to B. What implicates that you have to  have an A and a B in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; You will have to  define who you really are. Which skills you have, which of those you  would like to use more than others and which ones you would like to  improve, what sort of life you lead, where your priorities are, …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B: &lt;/b&gt;You will have to develop your vision, pinning down WHAT YOU WANT for your future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;If you have that sorted, then networking is a wonderful tool to help make your vision come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Related Links:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/knitting-21st-century-style.html"&gt;Knitting 21st Century Style&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/network-is-home.html"&gt;A Network is a Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-thats-how-its-done-networking.html"&gt;And THAT's how it’s DONE – Networking Strategy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-were-to-give-speech.html"&gt;If I were to give a speech...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-3306982353753220620?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/3306982353753220620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/networking-serious-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/3306982353753220620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/3306982353753220620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/networking-serious-game.html' title='Networking – A Serious Game'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-4537543362300525960</id><published>2011-02-16T06:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T05:38:56.596Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><title type='text'>And THAT's how it’s DONE – Networking Strategy</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;First published in 2008&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;During the past few days I was in the lucky position to  observe serious networking – and I mean SERIOUS networking, real big  business. Having Heather’s follow-up workshop coincide with this business meeting, I first thought that this was unfortunate as I was flying  between tasks and didn’t think I would be able to take as much from it  as I would have liked. However, in the end it turned out that the  workshop had sharpened my eye and given me the background to understand  that there is a method behind their doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had addressed three striking things which I found confirmed in watching these pros in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly: &lt;b&gt;They have a vision &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;they are not scared to dedicate their lives for it! … or if they  are, they don’t show it. For them there are no real limits. They believe  in themselves. They see the benefits, formulate them in a way that they  become win-win games … and then go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think too far ahead about everything that might or  might not happen, falling into all sorts of worries and then don’t even  start. They deal with the problems when they occur and not when they  crop up in their fantasy. And if they reach a point of no return which  might mean going BIG or not going anywhere at all: They evaluate the  risk and when things are are looking good: Then they go for BIG without  hesitation and pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="20" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly: &lt;b&gt;They have a plan&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They develop a networking strategy. They look at the outcome  they want, they may lay down several possible versions at the beginning  or adjust as they go along. Nevertheless, they identify the key players  in the game and then they target them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that they need a good basic network of people they can  trust and of whom they exactly know the skill set. These people then develop their  vision further and bring it to the right people and make the contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="20" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly: &lt;b&gt;They work hard&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Say what you want!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Working hard to get your act together!&lt;/div&gt;A vision is not something fluffy. It needs to be formulated in  a way that you can present it to different types of people. That means,  that the vision – a thing that is nothing but an idea stuck in your  head – sounds as true as if it already existed. People who are targeted  to participate need to leave the meeting with a feeling that this is the  right and only way to do it, and they need to be so confident about  this idea so that they will propagate it further. Meaning: turning  vision into fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take calculated risks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Working hard to keep your network close&lt;/div&gt;Once you know what you want, you can start the actual  networking, using the right contacts to get the information you need to  underpin your vision, to drive it forward, to expand the network to get  more information and to find people to  drive it forward, ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are to be made and targets to be stretched  constantly, and to be able to do that that the network needs to be kept  tightly knitted and the key players need to be kept close in order to  have the right information at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Related Links:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/knitting-21st-century-style.html"&gt;Knitting 21st Century Style&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/network-is-home.html"&gt;A Network is a Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-thats-how-its-done-networking.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/networking-serious-game.html"&gt;Networking – A Serious Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-were-to-give-speech.html"&gt;If I were to give a speech...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-4537543362300525960?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/4537543362300525960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-thats-how-its-done-networking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/4537543362300525960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/4537543362300525960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-thats-how-its-done-networking.html' title='And THAT&apos;s how it’s DONE – Networking Strategy'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-2049088769386121338</id><published>2011-02-15T06:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T05:41:10.298Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resource'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><title type='text'>A Network is a Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;First published in 2008&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td valign="top" width="59"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="59" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/home.jpg" width="59" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td valign="top"&gt;A good network is built like a good house. One  would like to have it structurally sound and purposeful. The difference  lies in the currency: For the house it is money while for networking it  is time.&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="10" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Getting to know your resources!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rooms in a house are like people in a network. The study  could either be all the business and techie people, arts and crafts  people, or both – depending on how you use it. All the people you are  socialising with are making a great sitting room, as for the kitchen one  would gather everybody who knows about inside maintenance and  housework,&amp;nbsp;and to build a garage people who are skilled in DIY, garden  and outside maintenance would come handy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, let’s not get deeper into the matter of whom one would  like to invite to create the bed room - well, I guess George Clooney  would be a definite 'Yes!' – ... moving on: Guest rooms are very  interesting as they may change their purpose quite frequently, so in our  networking home they would be made up by groups of people we are rather  loosely connected to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes we build our house from scratch. These are wonderful  houses, although they cost a lot of time and effort. However, they have  all the rooms in the right places, and to use it is like running a  clockwork. A lot of us have been faced by this when&amp;nbsp;leaving our parents  house to go to university or to take on a new job somewhere else. This  is always a bit of a scary option - to be alone and having to find ways  to connect to people, but on the other hand you don't have to stick with  people only because they are friends of friends. It is much less time consuming to buy a house. One might quite  like it, but usually bits and pieces are missing, it needs a bit of  decoration here and there and some of the rooms need to have the purpose  re-allocated. In networking terms that would mean, that there is a base of  people (family, friends, neighbours, work) on which one can build upon,  a solid base to use for network extension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="10" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wishful Thinking!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is just one thing that we need to accept – there is no  'perfect multi function room'. That is what we all would like to have,  don’t we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="150" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/till.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td style="text-align: justify;" valign="top"&gt;A joker, the one thing that becomes whatever we need it to become.           Imagine your kitchen is a mess and you quickly need a  coffee. You open the door to your Joker-room and there it is: The  perfect kitchen unit with a coffee machine and a clean cup. &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next time you want to do some gardening, but can’t find a  thing in your shed – off you go to the joker room, and you would wish to  do so when your computer is breaking down, your marriage is at stake or  you need help with organising something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you know what? We ladies tend to think that we have something like that in our network!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We call it friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have this fairytale idea of unconditional friendship in our  heads. This best friend who is there for us whatever we are up to, the  one with whom we share everything. Sometimes, very rarely we are lucky  to have such a friend – most of the time it’s a person from childhood  days. Once we’ve grown up, it hardly happens that we can build such a  friendship again. That might be the reason why all these online networks  are so successful. They all give the opportunity to re-kindle old  school relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="10" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's all in the head!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although we have grown up and know a bit more about life now, we still have the old patterns in our heads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who doesn't feel a bit guilty when bonding with somebody else  not including the old friend - let's call it the best-friend-syndrome.  And who doesn't feel a bit guilty if not responding to a friends request  with 100% commitment - let's call that the chicken-out syndrome. Well,  and finally who on the other hand wouldn't feel a bit disappointed when a  friend shows signs of chicken-out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe that this is a typical female way of seeing things.  Ask a guy what he knows about his best friend: good soccer player, name,  degree, size of the house and type of mortgage, type of car now and 10  years ago. That’s about it, and probably in that order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ask a women: she will tell you the story of her friends life in detail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guys seem to gather information to network, girls seem to gather information to bond!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bonding is nice and well: That is why we are rather good in certain areas of networking. However, we are rather crap in others.To be really good in bonding we have to take things emotional  and personal. Hence the best-friend syndrome. It means that we need to  maintain the bond - it's in the meaning of the word - and that is time  consuming. A network under bonding constraint has to be small, otherwise  guilt will be eating our minds and energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We don’t have to lose the bonding bit altogether – we are much  to good in it to abandon that skill. However, we have to accept that  some bonds have to be let loose if the time comes. We will have to  understand that we will  have to build new ones, and that it is okay to  do so. We have to understand that building a new part of a network is no  deceit to the old relations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let’s go back to the image of the 'perfect multi purpose room': What happens if we are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="10" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Using  friends as jokers?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be honest: How often did you feel disappointed by a friend  because you asked for something you were passionate about, only to see  that they didn't share your passion and chickening-out was clearly on  the agenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine you are organising a trip to Tate Modern and you need  to fill the group with one more person to get the cheaper tickets. So  you are asking your garden freak friend to join. The scenario  most  likely would be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friend responds positively as helpers syndrome kicks in - we  are friends after all. And if you are really passionate in your  explanation friend might even really believe that it is a great thing to  visit this museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once the dust has settled and after you've parted, friend  realises that you are - well, friends - however... hmmm, well, c'mon  Tate Modern - and my hedge needs trimming and I have to... and this and  that, and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then: A phase of trying to avoid each other - one of them  sensing that the response was not entirely genuine, while the other one  didn't find a good excuse yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As more time goes by the possible excuses become lamer and  lamer, until - with bad feelings on both ends - the whole thing goes  bust.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now be even more honest: How often did you behave that way  when used as joker? We just have to accept that there are aspects of  each others lives which we do not share, and it is okay that way!  Otherwise we would have clusters of people who are all doing the same.  We have to have crossovers of interest to keep this globe rolling. Hence  it is fair enough to find other people to cover the areas our friends  don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="10" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is called 'Networking'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our fellow gentlemen usually handle things that way intuitively while we ladies need to learn this way of networking'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="10" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get to know your people, and then use them accordingly&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This has two huge benefits: Firstly, you will gain time! You  won’t waste a lot of  time nagging and making yourself and others feel  grumpy, which is a very inefficient mode to be in. Time which you can  well spend to expand your network to find people to cover the aspects of  your life, your friends are not able to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secondly, you will be able to keep your friends! You will have  a lot of fun doing the things together which are in your both interest  and thus deepening the bond rather then stretching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The aim has to be:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Create Win-Win situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;avoiding bad vibes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;building good ones&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for yourself and for your network, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;using your currency (time) smartly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be positive, be genuine, and never use your friends as jokers!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Related Links:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/knitting-21st-century-style.html"&gt;Knitting 21st Century Style&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/network-is-home.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/networking-serious-game.html"&gt;Networking – A Serious Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-thats-how-its-done-networking.html"&gt;And THAT's how it’s DONE – Networking Strategy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-were-to-give-speech.html"&gt;If I were to give a speech...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-2049088769386121338?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/2049088769386121338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/network-is-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/2049088769386121338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/2049088769386121338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/network-is-home.html' title='A Network is a Home'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-836231353919272558</id><published>2011-02-14T05:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T05:43:02.966Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><title type='text'>Knitting 21st Century Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;First published in 2008&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- About the Importance of Networking -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="13" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ladies, I have it officially now! Please tell your husbands and boyfriends: We need to meet more often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was at a workshop. Yep! Me! Usually not the workshop kind of person, but this one I took… and it was – GOOD!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At my workplace there is a women’s network and they do great  stuff. Their invitations kept coming to my mailbox since I work there,  but I never got round to actually attend one of these events. All these  new people, and would the time be worthwhile it, and well, … everything,  really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now came this new invitation, red it, thought it was  interesting, and dropped it into the bin. Habitual behaviour! Thank God  that Iwona came to the rescue, dropping a line and asking if we should  go together. I can’t propagate the slogan ‘Get the bums up, girls’, and  then chicken out myself, can I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we went to attend the ‘Magic of Networking’!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="13" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A knot in the thread!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="5" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In we went, workshop started, and then the usual: 28 ladies  introducing themselves, one after the other. I’m telling you: I can walk  into a room with 200 casually chatting people and starting to take it  over – no probs whatsoever. Here: knot in the throat, sweat breaking  out…thinking… thinking … who am I? ah, Rika! … should I say my surname?  Is it important that I’m German? They can hear that anyway… What is my  job?... Oooof, my turn. Panic!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh! My! God! Can you imagine: Me shutting up for once? I  didn’t get a single of the other introductions due to thinking through  my text, which then wouldn’t want to get past that damn knot, making me  stutter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, and then Heather, the speaker – what do I say –  performer, took off! She is brilliant, and if you ever would have the  opportunity to attend one of her &lt;a href="http://www.magicofnetworking.co.uk/devprogrammes/speaker_programmes.php" target="_blank"&gt;workshops&lt;/a&gt;: Go for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="13" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Learning the pattern!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="5" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were told that this was one of the calmer presentations.  Nevertheless, I have to admit that most of the time I was observing  Heather rather then paying attention to what she said. However, now that  I have been mulling it over for a while, her message is coming back to  my mind. That is what I call a good advertisement for a subject – the  presentation is easy on the eye and the ear, but the information sticks  nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And one can tell that she is enthusiastic about ‘Networking’. Ladies, we are on the right track with what we are doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the messages: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #790069;"&gt;There is nothing dubious or shifty about networking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not about sneaking into other peoples lives to take advantage of them. It is about fun, and it is – most importantly – about building  resources. It is absolutely OK to gather people around you, who might  come handy for the one or the other reason. It actually is the only way  to create win-win situations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Example:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take our Race for Life. We are still small, but we are building our team  as big as we can to raise as much money as we can. As a side effect I  intend to create as much fun for us as possible - nothing wrong about  that, is there? As a second side effect I'm hoping to get recognised by  the event organisers and probably even by the local press. Well, that  could be misinterpreted as exploitation - however, I'm hoping to be able  to expand our network of ladies, get known by local businesses  and  deepen contact to the press in order to get a bigger team next year, to  extend our sponsorship base and to get even more publicity...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We can grow, charity gets more and more money through us,  businesses can use us as advertising platform when sponsoring, and press  has something to tell. That is a quadruplet-win and I can't see  anything wrong with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heather compared networking with ‘throwing a stone into water,  causing ripples’. When others do that as well, the ripples mingle and  in the end some of the ripples come flowing back to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="5" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #790069;"&gt;One doesn’t have to be an outgoing person to be a good networker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be honest: When you think about someone who has a reputation  for networking you usually think of an extroverted person, who is  ‘everywhere and nowhere’ at the same time and has a loud voice. That at least is the cliché that jumps into my mind. But that  is not true! A good networker has the skill to listen, and to be  genuine. And actually this is something one will find rather often in  the calmer fellow women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another Example:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iwona and I are two ladies of the different ends of the spectrum  of networking, each of us using her character to achieve the best she  can. Iwona usually a bit shy and the body language a bit tied back, and  me… well, you know me… more the ‘barging in’ type. When we walked over  to the workshop, Iwona confirmed this saying: ‘I’m not good in  networking so I thought I should take that chance.’ C’mon girl: who  started this whole thing of attending. OK, she might have wanted me to  be a bit of a backup, but that is exactly what networking is about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You have your collection of friends and acquaintances and if  you would feel that somebody boisterous could come handy at times, well  then you will click and it will work. For me Iwona is ‘good’ because she  is a perfectionist by heart. I’m chaotic and had to learn being  organised. So once in a while, she is my wall to lean on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are both rather good networkers, only that due to her  shyness she thinks she is not, while I tend to indulge in a bit of  overconfidence, and  probably am not as good as I might think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="13" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't drop that stitch!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="5" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, the important thing for both of us was to acknowledge  that networking is important, and that it doesn’t have anything to do  with exploiting each other. Friendships, work relations, any relations  would be so boring if only very similar people would group together. It  is about benefiting from each other rather than exploiting the  relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, what do we take from all of that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="5" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #790069;"&gt; ‘Do get your bums up, and go out there!’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Building your network&lt;/div&gt;My habit of throwing invitations into the bin didn’t do me any  good. If something catches your eye: Give it a second thought … and  then think it through, for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I had such a lovely experience. The Ipswich Ladies  went to the movies. Some of them know each other well and some only met  once. One new lady with whom I only had exchanged two emails joined us.  She is Japanese and all of a sudden one of my close friends started  talking Japanese with her. I was flabbergasted. It needed only one  daring lady approaching a group of strangers, to give us a great time by  making us giggle a lot, and telling stories. She opened a door for  exchanging information that never got triggered before. I’m very  grateful that she braced herself and joined our colourful bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="5" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #790069;"&gt;Work your network!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saving time and reducing stress levels&lt;/div&gt;You don't have to do things all by yourself. There are people  out there who know much better how to do it. The time you are spending  for networking and having fun in the meantime, will be saved - if not  more - when using your network to find the right person for the task.  All you have to do is to pick up that phone! Networkers first words  could be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hello, my name is ... we met at... and we talked about ... Now I was wondering if you could help me out with something. ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hello, my name is ... we were introduced by ... at ... and  she told me that you know about ... May I ask you a huge favour, I'm  entirely stuck in that matter...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;You will get a 'Yes' or a 'No'. Be happy about the 'Yes' and  mentally move that person a bit closer into your network. If it is a  'No' it could be a polite one in which case you would leave the person  where it is and probably just amend her/his set of skills. If it is an  impolite one - most importantly: Don't take it personally! All you do is  to cross this person off your list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you go on networking and having fun with it, and  sometimes it might occur that those people somehow trickle back into  your life, and it may turn out out that they only had a bad day. As you  didn't take it personally, it is easy to take them back in and they may  even become friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="5" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #790069;"&gt;‘Trust yourself!’ and ‘Stay true to yourself!’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Genuineness works best&lt;/div&gt;Don’t believe anybody telling you that you have to change your  character to become a good networker. ‘Girl you shouldn’t be so  outgoing!’ ‘Girl you should open up more!’ ‘Girl do this...’ Girl do  that…’&lt;br /&gt;There is only one thing that I learned and found beneficial,  and that you only can learn by putting yourself out there: To let it  trickle off your back when somebody is hurting you! In getting in  contact with people, you always will bump into some who will hurt you,  intentionally or unintentionally. You won’t be able to avoid that by  trying to change what is 'your inner self' and adapting to the needs of  those people. Tried that, and it almost killed my creativity and hunger  for experience. However, what you can do is to top up ‘your inner self’  with a bit of confidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="5" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #790069;"&gt;Well, Ladies: Let’s cause some ripples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Related Links:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/knitting-21st-century-style.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/networking-serious-game.html"&gt;Networking – A Serious Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-thats-how-its-done-networking.html"&gt;And THAT's how it’s DONE – Networking Strategy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/network-is-home.html"&gt;A Network is a Home&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-were-to-give-speech.html"&gt;If I were to give a speech...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-836231353919272558?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/836231353919272558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/knitting-21st-century-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/836231353919272558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/836231353919272558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/knitting-21st-century-style.html' title='Knitting 21st Century Style'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-400078429320998868</id><published>2011-02-11T06:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T06:23:48.247Z</updated><title type='text'>Nine Words Women Use</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;First published in 2008&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;I got this sent in an email and it is just too good to not use  it. I&amp;nbsp;have no idea who cast these words. So if you feel that you are  the author, please let me know. I&amp;nbsp;am happy to properly mention you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thes nine words which women use should actually be published  on a male site. Every father should teach his sons these basics of women  psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five Minutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour...  However, five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given  five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and  you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'nothing' usually  end in 'fine'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go Ahead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dare, not a permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loud Sigh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often  misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and  wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you  about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of 'nothing'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's Okay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make  to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before  deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say  you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless  she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking  you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome'; that will bring on a  'whatever')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whatever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a woman's way of saying sc*ew YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't worry about it, I got it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a  wom an has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself.  This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's  response refer to # 3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-400078429320998868?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/400078429320998868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/nine-words-women-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/400078429320998868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/400078429320998868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/02/nine-words-women-use.html' title='Nine Words Women Use'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-786240641584054654</id><published>2011-01-27T06:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T06:37:10.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Being crafty</title><content type='html'>... in the true sense of the word, dears! I am not going to attempt anything dubious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My craft is born out of clumsiness. The lady of the mansion once tried her best to prove herself as plumber, fixing an almost blocked drain. Which means to go to Tescos, buy the most poisonous stuff you can find, and poor. Previous trials however had shown that a piece of plastic hose used as replacement of the syphon - don't question the plumbing in our house too much, German and English appliances just don't mix well - so this piece of hose already uses the better part of a bottle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that is where the plumbing skill comes in: Remove the drainage hose, get a thin one and fiddle it in until the blockage is reached, and bring the poison straight to the source of the problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that is where the clumsiness comes in: Drain pipe fills up quicker than expected, poison runs into cupboard, backlock in the hose, trying to wipe, forgetting to keep everything straight, pouring bleachy poison over one of my favourite shirts. Big blotch on the shoulder and some streaks on the arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that is where craftiness comes in: Take shirt, fill syringe with bleach (so far without the needle, but will keep that option in mind), and start doodeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TUB9b5wWu7I/AAAAAAAAA48/wgtKKpHg4FA/s1600/DSCF0571-fffffff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TUB9b5wWu7I/AAAAAAAAA48/wgtKKpHg4FA/s400/DSCF0571-fffffff.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I probably should have thought harder about a pattern, it is a bit sperm-ish... but it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-786240641584054654?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/786240641584054654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-crafty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/786240641584054654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/786240641584054654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-crafty.html' title='Being crafty'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TUB9b5wWu7I/AAAAAAAAA48/wgtKKpHg4FA/s72-c/DSCF0571-fffffff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-2626534060838658777</id><published>2011-01-25T07:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:16:40.236Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>Another Photo Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually like driving to work in the mornings; it is like going on rails and I start thinking about life - past, present, future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TTzCX9WhQBI/AAAAAAAAA40/KYIZWZGtsZM/s1600/2xRika.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TTzCX9WhQBI/AAAAAAAAA40/KYIZWZGtsZM/s320/2xRika.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;45 years gap&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this morning I wondered about two of my pictures which I had put into albums yesterday night. I chose them as cover for two individual albums and they accidentally got displayed next to each other in the overview. I was rather blown and instantly posted them in the &lt;a href="http://ilp-diary.blogspot.com/2011/01/narcissism-overdose.html"&gt;next day's diary&lt;/a&gt;, yet kept thinking about them ever since. So, I guess I will have to post them again as I am reflecting the past 45 years which lie between them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the majority of that time I was floating along with the stream, only getting upset when I didn’t feel that I was fitting in. I was a little moaner, finding all sorts of excuses about why things didn't work out the way they were planned. My mum used to sometimes shout at me 'to just DO and to try harder, to practice, and to stop bickering' as all too often the excuses were brought on quite aggressively - a sign of helplessness and inadequacy, as I now know. Hence all measures were taken during that period, aiming to avoid those incidents. One was to mock myself before others could do it, the other was ‘doing things before even being asked', ‘making other people happy’ and 'having a plan A, B, C and D' for everything. My motto of 40 years: Be prepared for every occasion, don't trust other people's commitment, plan D always has to be: 'Do everything yourself'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That means living other people's lives and opinions quite a lot. In order to anticipate and to take pre-emptive action one has to commit to others and ones own life will come last quite often as a result. The praise one gets, though, usually creates enough happiness to go further down that route. This way one becomes a master of compromise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unless one goes a bit too far, that is. I reached a point when my voluntary 'putting myself last' became taken for granted. All those activities that were meant to make me accepted, to belong, and to blend me into the group of people I had chosen wanting to belong to, backfired. &lt;a _blank="" href="http://historyofilp.blogspot.com/2010/11/project-rika-diary.html" target-=""&gt;Project Rika&lt;/a&gt; and initially Incredible Ladies started off to remedy that. Get the right clothes, get a little bit in shape: They would admire me for that, and as I would blend in nicely, they would accept me as peers, eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, what can I say - As I moved on I lost interest in blending in. I found a new motto: If something is not working, one might want to try differently rather than harder. So the last five of those 45 years have become a quest for being different. For me '&lt;a 11="" 2010="" _blank="" from-strength-to-freedom.html="" href="http://ilp-healtha%20target=/" ndbeauty.blogspot.com="" target="_blank"&gt;belonging' is not an option&lt;/a&gt; anymore. That shows in my projects and that shows in how I organise things. I still plan well, but I allow space for things to go wrong once in a while. It needs trust in other people, trust in my skill to improvise, and trust in coincidence. Sometimes improvising brings great results and makes the outcome much more vibrant than a pre-planned route. Additionally I can achieve so much more with my time, now that I am not waisting it in creating plans which then get binned because everything went smoothly anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interestingly enough I get confirmation for my new lifestyle from all sorts of sources. One is &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Brene Brown&lt;/a&gt; who promotes imperfection as source of creativity, authenticity and joy. Now that I am not striving for 'belonging' anymore I seem to be getting it for free. On one last note I would like to quote a friend who is a good quarter of a century younger than me and received this wonderful headstart of thought from a friend of hers. She calls it a eureka moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have to give luck a chance!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-2626534060838658777?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/2626534060838658777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-photo-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/2626534060838658777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/2626534060838658777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-photo-therapy.html' title='Another Photo Therapy'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TTzCX9WhQBI/AAAAAAAAA40/KYIZWZGtsZM/s72-c/2xRika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-7753321492158875337</id><published>2011-01-20T07:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:15:01.628Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common sense'/><title type='text'>Understanding Common Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am assuming that every parent wants the best for their child, and although I don't have kids, I believe it is fair to say that some of the things that they are wishing for, is a decent income, a house and a bit of a leadership role. We all know, that if we are bright we will get the better job, and if we are the leaders we don't get bossed around, well that at least is what we are hoping for... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, there are as many parenting styles as there are parents, and as individual all those may appear, they all arise out of the cultural background the parents live in, and were raised themselves. I found four articles which I would like to present to you. You may have come across them already as I posted some of them here, on Twitter, or Facebook already: But they never got posted together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are not an easy read. They are long and contain a lot of information and deriving thoughts, giving a deep insight into the author's inner self. I could wrap it all up and write my own essay about it, and I may do that at one point. But for now, I would like to let you  find your own point of view and come to your own conclusions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My aim in posting those is to help bridge the gaps between cultures, &lt;br /&gt;culture in geographies, &lt;br /&gt;and culture in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me life is not about being right or wrong, it is about common sense; common sense however is cultural. It is about understanding that the way a child is raised will stay with  it all it's life. People evolve, and may stray from the values they have  learned as a child; but catch them off guard in a weak moment and the  genuine response will still contain traces of that upbringing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is about understanding that each of those education styles have their benefits, as they have to be seen in context of the cultural background they are used in. Things only become difficult when people move from one culture into another. For those individuals all of a sudden the old values are not true anymore. And given that we live in a more and more multicultural world, in which people move countries and in which poor people have the opportunity to achieve substantial careers, I find it utterly important to understand these different cultures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I would understand which upbringing my boss had, I might be able to understand his way of using voice and body language, and I may be able to interpret feedback differently, and hence take a greater benefit from it. If I would understand my colleagues upbringing, I might be able to understand why one is coping with a situation while another doesn't, and I may be able to help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding is the way forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amy_Chua" target="_blank"&gt;Amy Chua&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704111504576059713528698754.html?KEYWORDS=amy+chua" target="_blank"&gt;Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Deresiewicz" target="_blank"&gt;William Deresiewicz&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.theamericanscholar.org/the-disadvantages-of-an-elite-education/" target="_blank"&gt;The Disadvantage of an Elite Education&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Deresiewicz: &lt;a href="http://www.theamericanscholar.org/solitude-and-leadership/" target="_blank"&gt;Solitude and Leadership&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Randy_Pausch" target="_blank"&gt;Randy Pausch&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo" target="_blank"&gt;Last Lecture: Achieving your childhood dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-7753321492158875337?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/7753321492158875337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/understanding-common-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/7753321492158875337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/7753321492158875337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/understanding-common-sense.html' title='Understanding Common Sense'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-7976727652429623036</id><published>2011-01-18T07:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:13:49.243Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='option'/><title type='text'>Making the world go round</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes there are these thoughts which sound so clear and true in my head, and once I start writing they send me to explore all sorts of paths. Take this one: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is not about taking the right decisions. Life is about spotting options... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... and taking decisions at all! Aren't we all a bit jealous of those people who just go for things and it always seems to be working out for them? Whatever they do, they always  come out on top. They surely must somehow be able to always take the right decision. Thing just is: There is a quite big likelihood that this is not always true. They might be starting off with one idea and ending up with having achieved something completely else. What we see is the success. What we don't see are the stages during which they turned corners and changed direction, and we usually don't know what they actually had set out to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But isn't determination, sticking to a plan, and pulling through important for being successful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YES! I do think that in order to be successful one has to be determined. With that I however mean, being determined about a goal, and not necessarily about how to get there. And it does not mean that along the way one is not allowed to learn things that open other options, which may be even more attractive, beneficial, efficient, or promising. And it definitely does not mean that by achieving something else first, the initial plan is necessarily abandoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The important thing is to get moving in the first place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even taking a decision against something is a way of 'moving forward'. It is one obstacle out of the way, opening room for thought and further actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I find that two main things can be blamed for not moving forward: Fear and laziness. Taking a decision is always done out of an information background. If this background is insufficient we usually respond with fear. We cannot assess the risk - risk for our life, health, future, or just plain 'keeping face'.&amp;nbsp; If we only would know more... and that brings us to laziness: Learning means effort. Effort to study factual things and effort to understand the minds of others and ones own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually: I think it is OK to be lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... as long as it is a decision consciously taken. All to often we are lazy because it is the simplest option of all. And the longer we are lazy the more we are afraid of the things we don't fully understand. Laziness and fear oh, so easily can form a vicious circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all take decisions every day: Crossing a street is a decision, even a dangerous one. Aren't we lucky that our parents taught us at an early stage on how to assess this risk? We intuitively know what food is safe and what clothes are sensible... As children we absorb this essential knowledge like a sponge. The one thing that&amp;nbsp; successful people have in common, is that they still have this capability. And out of experience they know that should their assessment be incorrect, they will find a new piece of information that will help them turn the wheel round. As the wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=IncredibleRika#p/f/4/ji5_MqicxSo" target="_blank"&gt;Randy Pausch&lt;/a&gt;  once said: A brick wall is not to keep you out, but&amp;nbsp; to show you how  badly you want something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bricks are like pieces of information, make them your own and a door will open in that wall. Successful people don't mind  if the door does not open in the place where they expect it, they just  trust that this wall will break, if not in the middle, then left or  right, and they don't mind that they might not arrive in the expected  place when they get through, they just keep moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably I should elaborate what I mean with successful people. I don't mean the ones who have a high position and a big salary. I mean people who are happy, who do the things they love doing, who are spreading this happiness and who enable others to achieve their goals. They are explorers! They take decisions well informed yet swiftly, buzzing of excitement to see the options resulting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For them the world is a wonderful ocean of options. Every decision they take is like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stone_skipping" target="_blank"&gt;choosing a stone for a skipping game&lt;/a&gt;. It will cause ripples which may reach the shore line just in time when someone else is ready to get their feet wet. They are not worried that their ripples might not be appreciated. Yes, these ripples will hit the shoreline, but the people standing there have a choice. They can walk right in and take on the options given to them, they can just watch, or they can walk away. This is their decision to take! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's not deprive the world of our ripples, however small they might be.They could still be washing free the perfect skipping stone for somebody else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... and that will make the world go round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-7976727652429623036?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/7976727652429623036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/making-world-go-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/7976727652429623036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/7976727652429623036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/making-world-go-round.html' title='Making the world go round'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-6674800594341894991</id><published>2011-01-10T08:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T08:03:12.321Z</updated><title type='text'>But it's not fair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This last article about '&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/conclusions.html" targetr="_blank"&gt;vulnerability&lt;/a&gt;' kept me thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take the check-out lady at Tescos who annoyed me so much that I had to write an article about it; even if I manage not to be offended anymore, I will not use her check-out in the future. If others have a similar experience they will start avoiding her too, meaning that altogether she will be working less and will somehow be rewarded for her bad behaviour. Or take this claim that husbands are deliberately clumsy, so that they will not be asked again to use household appliances like hoovers, dumping the workload on the rest of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not fair, is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thing just is, that nobody ever said that life is fair, or that the world would be a fair place to live in. Another thing one might want to remember is, that each medal has two sides. It is up to every single one of us to strive for fairness, and I am not excluding myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember when we went to spy out the Bodybuilding Competition last summer I couldn't help but criticise the winner for having quite some lose skin around the rear. Well, I personally don't find that appealing, and I hate it on myself. Given that I want to be on that stage next year, the sight of her imperfections might have opened a door to my vulnerability. Again! This is a problem in my head, and not in hers. So who am I to judge her? In criticising her, I am nowhere better than the check-out lady. When I will be on that stage this year there will be people who despise of the idea altogether, people who will love it however I look and will praise me for my daringness, and people who will criticise that I am not good enough to take part. Should I be bothered? No! Should I work hard to be at my best to deliver a good show? Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It might be an idea to remember that the thing or the situation we are looking down at today, may be what we will be facing tomorrow. It might be a good idea to remember that things that we despise of we might either not fully understand, or that it might make us vulnerable and hence we block it off. It might be a good idea for us as individuals to strive for fairness rather than asking for it to be provided on a silver tray, even if that means exposing ourselves! I believe in the good in people, I am pretty sure that the rough edges of the check-out lady have their source in feeling inadequate as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is now up to the people who already grasped the concept to take the action, to become daring and to embrace vulnerability. I might just chose her check-out next time and see what will happen. If I could make her smile, that would be a start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now take that darn hoover, and don't forget the corners!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-6674800594341894991?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/6674800594341894991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/but-its-not-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/6674800594341894991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/6674800594341894991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/but-its-not-fair.html' title='But it&apos;s not fair!'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-3679241777917771286</id><published>2011-01-07T12:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:15:08.885Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vulnerable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vulnerability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acceptance'/><title type='text'>Conclusions</title><content type='html'>... and coincidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that I am bringing all my projects back on track and the decision is made that the book will be an eBook, I gave a printed copy to a friend who has an aversion towards electronic books and a love for the printed matter. It always is a bit scary to give it away face to face with the possibility of a rather too straightforward feedback looming. Well, and then we met in the coffee corner after she had read half way through and she asked: I like your stories, they are funny and all, but why did you write them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm...?! We met only a few month ago, so she only knows me as a rather confident almost 50 year old, and she doesn't know that I only left my teenage state of mind a couple of years ago and eventually started to grow up. I had no idea how to answer her question in a nutshell, and then coincidence came to aid when the very evening I eventually took the time to listen to some TED talks of which the announcements had been sitting in my inbox since almost a week - and there it was: My answer lies in the &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability.html?utm_source=newsletter_weekly_2011-01-04" target="_blank"&gt;talk of Brene Brown about 'The power of vulnerability'&lt;/a&gt; (I later discovered&lt;a href="http://livestre.am/kuqi" target="_blank"&gt; a second talk elaborating further&lt;/a&gt; on the matter).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was talking about the wish for being connected, for the&lt;a href="http://ilp-healthandbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-strength-to-freedom.html" target="_blank"&gt; need to belong&lt;/a&gt;, the feeling of inadequacy which makes so many of us &lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/abandoning-perfectionism.html" target="_blank"&gt;strive for perfectionism&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies.blogspot.com/2010/02/iapu-farce.html" target="_blank"&gt;taking preemptive action to please&lt;/a&gt; in the hope that then we might eventually be loved or at least be accepted - I call it 'good girl syndrome'. She mentions &lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies.blogspot.com/2010/02/excuses-excuses.html" target="_blank"&gt;excuses and blame&lt;/a&gt; which are used as a cover to avoid being hurt, and a very powerful &lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies.blogspot.com/2010/11/emotions.html" target="_blank"&gt;emotion&lt;/a&gt; which is 'shame', which I refer to as &lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-embarrassing.html" target="_blank"&gt;'embarrassment'&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No! No need to read through all those links above which will lead you to my respective articles ... ah, who am I kidding? Of course I want you to read them and to recognise how brilliant I am for having figured it out, all by myself - but honestly: Those links are giving me some sort of an approval that with my ideas and pamphlets I am not on my way to the loony bin, and that with the advice the one or the other might be taking from those, I am not taking you down that lane with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For me it was all about growing up&lt;/b&gt;, becoming more confident, but those are rather high level concepts. How do I do that? How do I become more confident? I am a compliant control freak, a perfectionist, there must be some rules and a few exercises which I could apply and then there I am. Instead the process was all fuzzy, my brain went along paths which I didn't expect. John, my mentor, triggered thoughts and ideas, and I was willing to let myself fall into whatever would happen. I did not understand why it worked, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never felt &lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-is-it-never-enough.html" target="_blank"&gt;'enough'&lt;/a&gt;. I was a woman who felt so inadequate that even the check-out lady at Tescos felt obliged to tell her off, for crying out loud. This whole episode resulted in a ranting article about '&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies.blogspot.com/2010/02/food-shopping.html" target="_blank"&gt;Food Shopping&lt;/a&gt;'. And in writing about it, in the attempt to turn the story round, over and over again, until the rant became funny so that it could be published, something else happened: The subconscious learned that this woman did not tell me off because I am inadequate, but because this woman is a silly cow and a very bad employee. It was me, allowing her to be offensive to me. This woman was grumpy for her own reasons. It was not her seeing me as inadequate, it was me allowing her actions to make me feel inadequate. It was in my head, not in hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But still: One cannot just go out and switch the inadequacy switch off. One could try and use positive reinforcement, subjecting oneself to increasingly difficult situations and then - maybe with the help of a mentor - get the positive things out of it, so that gradually the subconscious mind is starting to accept the person one is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what? Whenever I write: 'My mentor', as I am sitting here at my desk, 9:20 on a Friday morning, my heart rate still goes up! As a grown up, confident woman one does not admit to the need for somebody who helps with this sort of stuff. Admitting that one needs a mentor, means admitting that one is not adequate, that one is 'not good enough'. I got so lucky to be able to slip into this mentor thing. When I started having those work one-to-ones, it was a&amp;nbsp; a mandatory admin management thing. I didn't know that he was a coach; I needed half a year to find out that I was coached. By then I saw the advantages and was all game. Would I have ever looked up a coach on the Internet and booked an appointment? NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, admittedly, I sometimes feel that I could do with some more coaching, that I still have open questions. So, imagine me listening to this talk from Brene and ever so often shouting out: Yes! Eeeexactly! and then she gets to the point where she mentions the word 'vulnerability' for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wham! That's it, the final clue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vulnerability is the culprit&lt;/b&gt;.  It is the strongest of all feelings and the crux lies in the mother of all vicious circles:&amp;nbsp; The feeling of inadequacy, of 'not being enough', makes a person vulnerable. We try to cover it up at whatever cost; by getting a mentor however, we have to let that cover fall. Not just in front of the mentor, but to the world. This first step of hiring a person for help, we have to achieve alone while being in that vulnerable state. Admitting to it feels like giving a knife into the opponents hands, opening the arms wide and consciously expecting the attack. Yes, for me it felt that physical, and even more: I know how a cut feels, I know it may be mended, or if not, that than at least it will be all over. But on an emotional level there is no time frame and I can never be quite sure what the blow will do to me. Will it cause depression, anger? I don't know how much I can trust myself, could in my anger I hurt somebody? And I know that I will be alone. For a flesh wound doctors would be rushing to aid voluntarily, people would visit even if they don't like me, there would be compassion. The blow to the mind would be quite the opposite. The one thing I was striving for in the first place, compassion and bonding: Out of the window!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And nevertheless, according to Brene and to my own experience, the solution lies in allowing exactly that to happen. Apparently John managed to teach me, how to allow to be vulnerable. Turns out that my 'healing thing' is writing on the Internet. There is nothing about me that you don't know. For others it could be opening up to a partner or mending a family feud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you know what? The most amazing thing is that NOTHING happened. My healing example is the separation from a friend. We were very close, but our lives developed into different directions. She got a high level job and mingled more and more with her work colleagues and after a while I didn't get invited anymore. Of course I felt inadequate and low about losing the bond! I found excuses: 'Oh we are both so busy and one has to build networks to be good in the job.' I blamed: 'Looking at it closely, she always was after status'. I was angry and frustrated: 'I never thought that SHE would...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I learned to accept that WE are different with different lifestyles, that WE just didn't have anything to talk about anymore and drifted apart, that if WE would meet today for the first time WE might not have become friends in the first place. So now I can treat her like any other acquaintance, including of the prospect of future friendship. I am open to her approach, whatever that is. Does it make me vulnerable? Yes! Do I mind? NO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I now know that I don't have&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/tale-of-little-donkey.html" target="_blank"&gt; to try and please everybody&lt;/a&gt; in order to find a few friends whose friendship I then cannot enjoy, because I am eagerly wishing to befriend the people who don't want me, and whose rejections throw me into depression; ... and I will publish this darn book, although the prospect of success is rather small while the proscpect of criticism is rather big. Eventually I am enough! I am the person I am, I am not hiding or pretending: &lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/poem-of-flying-chicken.html" target="_blank"&gt;Take me or leave me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-3679241777917771286?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/3679241777917771286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/conclusions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/3679241777917771286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/3679241777917771286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/conclusions.html' title='Conclusions'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-4396876343307338328</id><published>2011-01-03T09:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:12:14.483Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><title type='text'>The Way We Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;first published in 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, it's less about ‘What we Are’ it’s more about ‘What we think we are’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We think that the way a doctor would see us describes ‘What we  Are’. Measuring this and that – and then you are getting told whether  or not you are the norm. How wrong we are: Visit different doctors and  you get different interpretations of the measurements. And there are  these miss-measurements due to a ‘having to perform’ factor. For example  blood pressure measurement can go wrong because you are so nervous. It  even has a name. It’s called ‘white coat hypertension’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then there is this thing where we measure ourselves to buy  something from a catalogue. Sounds so straight forward – you get the  data, compare it to a table, get a number and that’s your size. Ha!  Again you didn’t perform. The stuff you ordered doesn’t fit. So either  you must be too stupid to measure correctly or your body is too awkward  to fit the norm. And then we see models in magazines and all the celebs at the  telly, and we are made to compare ourselves with them – okay, we are  bound to fail here anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And we have this faint recollection of how we were when we  were younger. Probably not perfect either, but much more in reach of the  dream – or were we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guided by wrong idols&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All this together forms an image in our brains of ‘What we  Are’. And as we are failing more often than not the perception we have  of ourselves usually is: Unfit, too fat, too skinny, too ugly, too  everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But - It’s just not true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All this input is filtered by other people. Even our own  memory is able to trick us. We tend to get haunted by embarrassing  situations from the past while the good memories are more likely to be  considered accidental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darlings! What you are missing is self esteem. If you believe  any of the above – have a closer look in the mirror. Usually it will  turn out that all the faults you think you have are nothing but a bit of  an imbalance. Everybody has good bits and bad bits. All that it needed  is a bit of knowledge on how to disguise the not so good ones and to  show off the really good ones. That's where the 'Incredible Ladies'  enter the stage and come to the rescue!&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pears and apples&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good examples for my imbalance theory are a lot of Chinese  ladies. In European eyes they are very skinny, but still: They feel fat.  They usually are very petit and have a very small frame. They are very  small around the shoulders, but a bit wider around the hips – what is  good, otherwise they would be in trouble when delivering babies. This  makes them pear shaped. Although they don’t carry a lot of fat, they  feel fat around the bottom bit. But actually it's not the bottom that is  too big, it's the shoulders which are too small. You can't do anything  about your bone structure, so they are stuck with the hips, but they can  do something about too small shoulders by building up some muscles. In  the end they even may weigh a bit more, but they will have a balanced  hourglass figure, and the bottom will appear thin. Believe me - I was a  pear - only 6 sizes bigger than these Chinese ladies. When I&amp;nbsp;started  exercising I&amp;nbsp;didn't focus on the bottom - which I&amp;nbsp;hated - but the  shoulders. I did everything to make my shoulders look wider - and it  worked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some Latin ladies are known to carry more weight around the  bottom area. And if they are small in the top they are a pear as well,  while a lot of European ladies seem to carry their weight on the top bit  – what makes them apple shaped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every single pear or apple has good bits on their bodies. But  we are made to stare at the not so good ones all the time. And we envy  what the other type of fruit has what we are missing. So we forget to  see the potential of our bodies on which we can build upon. We only have  to get a few things right: the right shape and colour of clothes for  instant success, and the right exercises for the long term. And then  everybody will see us for what we are: Gorgeous, incredible women!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-4396876343307338328?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/4396876343307338328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/way-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/4396876343307338328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/4396876343307338328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2011/01/way-we-are.html' title='The Way We Are'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-250808266205730243</id><published>2010-12-23T07:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:10:40.670Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tale'/><title type='text'>The Monk and the Traveller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When browsing through the  internet I stumbled over a website full of stories which depict human  behaviour in all sorts of situations. I found this one, of which I think  it is a wonderful match to the motto of Incredible Ladies and is a  lovely reminder for the start of the New Year. A German proverb puts it  this way: 'Every man is the architect of his own fortune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please find this story and many more on: &lt;a href="http://www.businessballs.com/stories.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.businessballs.com/stories.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day a traveller was walking along a road on his  journey from one village to another. As he walked he noticed a monk  tending the ground in the fields beside the road. The monk said "Good  day" to the traveller, and the traveller nodded to the monk. The  traveller then turned to the monk and said "Excuse me, do you mind if I  ask you a question?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Not at all," replied the monk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I am travelling from the village in the mountains to the  village in the valley and I was wondering if you knew what it is like in  the village in the valley?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tell me," said the monk, "What was your experience of the village in the mountains?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Dreadful," replied the traveller, "to be honest I am glad  to be away from there. I found the people most unwelcoming. When I  first arrived I was greeted coldly. I was never made to feel part of the  village no matter how hard I tried. The villagers keep very much to  themselves, they don't take kindly to strangers. So tell me, what can I  expect in the village in the valley?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I am sorry to tell you," said the monk, "but I think your experience will be much the same there".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The traveller hung his head despondently and walked on. A while later another traveller was journeying down the same road and he also came upon the monk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I'm going to the village in the valley," said the second traveller, "Do you know what it is like?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I do," replied the monk "But first tell me - where have you come from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I've come from the village in the mountains."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And how was that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It was a wonderful experience. I would have stayed if I  could but I am committed to travelling on. I felt as though I was a  member of the family in the village. The elders gave me much advice, the  children laughed and joked with me and people were generally kind and  generous. I am sad to have left there. It will always hold special  memories for me. And what of the village in the valley?" he asked again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I think you will find it much the same" replied the monk, "Good day to you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Good day and thank you," the traveller replied, smiled, and journeyed on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Thanks Carrie Birmingham)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish for the New Year and the rest of your lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;May&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;you always have fire in your pit,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;your glass always be half full, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;there always be a spark that makes you smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then happiness is where YOU are!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TLCr_chPvFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lexPHt7DGz0/s1600/Rika-signature.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TLCr_chPvFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lexPHt7DGz0/s1600/Rika-signature.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-250808266205730243?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/250808266205730243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/12/monk-and-traveller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/250808266205730243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/250808266205730243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/12/monk-and-traveller.html' title='The Monk and the Traveller'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TLCr_chPvFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lexPHt7DGz0/s72-c/Rika-signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-855222571879462023</id><published>2010-12-13T07:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:37:13.285Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decission making'/><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being surrounded by young folk who still have all the choices ahead of them, and then hearing me ol' crow, croaking on my last breath: 'No choices anymore...' made me think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I am desperately looking for opportunities to broaden my mind, and improving my confidence, the young ones seem to be overwhelmed by choice and scared to take any decisions, fearing that it could be the wrong one, the one that drives life into a direction from where there is no return...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was I like that? Maybe, at times, but I mainly  trotted along to what I was feeling at the time. If I was unhappy I did everything to make me feel better, and sometimes the actions were drastic.This way I gave up my Chemistry studies not knowing what to do instead and really pissing off my parents. Well, they may have mainly been worried, and they may have been disappointed because I made the decision without them... it must be tough to be excluded all of a sudden, the loss of control, the feeling of not being needed anymore... However, I know my parents, they would have thrown a thousand good reasons for not quitting at me, all of which I had been through over and over again. The only good reason that was on my mind - 'I am miserable' - would not have stood trial in their eyes. So I had to create a status quo to avoid a discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only later I learned that life's choices are about perspective of two different parties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Parents tend to baseline their scale of life with things like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;What will the family/friends/colleagues think of us, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Determination needs to be learned,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is too young to know, we know what's best because we have experience, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It didn't work for me, I saw the bad examples, that is not how we do things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Whereas our levelling approach goes along the lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I want to fit in with my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I want to do my own mistakes, gain my own experience &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I want to be happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I want to be in love &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;How can they know? They are old, the world has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The two approaches of decision making which are positioned at the extreme ends of this scale sound simple but they both come with a price:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Completely comply to parent level&amp;nbsp; = you may not be happy, but at least you made everybody else happy. Let's hope they appreciate your sacrifice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Only listen to yourself&amp;nbsp; = black sheep effect, you may get what you want, but you may not be happy either as you pissed off everybody and lost your friends and family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;Keeping the balance, it is then... Oh my, as if that would be easy! The above all happens on an emotional level; it doesn't even touch a particular problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Those are usually falling into the categories of&amp;nbsp; 'lifestyle', 'men', and 'education and work', and taking the above out of the equation, solutions could be rather simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lifestyle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody basically knows what is good to eat and what to avoid, how much sleep one should have, what environmental approach to take and even how to dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Men:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One loves him or one doesn't, he is rich or he is not, reliable or not,... make a checklist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Education and work:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You like it or you don't, salary, commute, colleagues, travel, promotion opportunities, ... make another list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now let's add all that emotional stuff to those lovely lists. It already is hard enough to incorporate ones own feelings into it and to rank the lists proplerly: Is it more important that he looks good or that he is rich? Can I put up with a longer commute when the money is right? But thinking hard enough one will eventually get there, probably negotiate the one or the other thing and then be able to make a decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, one can't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because now the emotional baggage of all the other people one cherishes is kicking in. Every child and teenager will remember a moment either shouting out loud or at least mumbling: I can't wait to be grown up! At that age we have this romantic idea that growing up is a landmark, a defined moment, that one morning we will wake up and it has happened. Unfortunately that is not how it works. We have to MAKE ourselves grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bad news is: We will hurt people as we go along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The good news is: This is a natural process, and the older one gets the easier it becomes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In making babies cute, nature disguised the fact to parents that at one point they will have to let go. Their job is to supply all the information they think is needed to prepare you for life, and then they have to accept that you will leave the nest and will put the learned to the test. Every being has to have the opportunity to put its own mark onto this world, we cannot be clones of our parents. But of course this process is hurtful, losing control is always hurtful. It is however a parent's price to pay for having had the joy of raising offspring, nothing in life comes without a price tag. So not just the kids have to grow up, the parents have to do so as well. Growing up is a process that ends the day you kick the bucket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only thing I regret in my life is that I didn't dare growing up earlier. Giving up my Chemistry studies was my first attempt and it was so painful. And it was not painful because it was the wrong choice - it was one of the best decisions I took in all my life - It was painful because it hurt my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that I chickened out of growing up big time. I always was after harmony, I can't stand fights. This Chemistry incident stopped me from taking my own decisions for a long time. Whenever there was a choice, I&amp;nbsp; took the one that made people happy enough and wasn't too painful for myself. I have a great imagination; whenever I had the opportunity to make myself socially suitable, I jumped on it and dreamed myself into that role, just that imagination usually fades quickly. This way I enrolled into homeopathic school, which turned out to be an expensive disaster; and this way I studied computer science, which I only survived by spreading it thinly over 10 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that I am facing the last part of my life, I decided that it is time to grow up and to do all the things I always wanted to do. I wanted to become a social worker, save the world... Oh yes, I had ideals once... now I am doing my best for charities. I wanted to be an artist, a tailor, a joiner, a hat maker,... I always wanted to find my way through the creative jungle of options, but I never did because that firstly was not academic enough, and secondly would not bring enough income. And now I am coming full circle: I am the only one in my family with an MSC, computer science however is the only thing I am really crap at, so I am working as a secretary, which leaves me enough time to pursue my sport, sewing, blogging, and video making. Who knows, I might even make a career out of those things before I kick the bucket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily there is one thing in which I listened to my heart, though. My mum told me to let go of a boyfriend when I was 22. She told me that she knows me well and that I am a butterfly, seeking the fun in life and that I am more the flying from boyfriend to boyfriend type of person, and that I would break the heart of&amp;nbsp; this boy who was three years younger than me and who had become quite attached. She suggested to let him go before the relationship got too deep for him, rather causing a small pain now than a big one later. He is now her-son-in law of 26 years and she adores him... and I rest my case!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of this made me the person I am and I am quite happy with the  outcome. I realised that there is always a return should a decision lead to an unpleasant experience, and only NOT taking a decision is a bad choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-855222571879462023?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/855222571879462023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/12/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/855222571879462023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/855222571879462023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/12/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-3678347646923074964</id><published>2010-12-01T06:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T06:56:58.537Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mice'/><title type='text'>Cohabitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, I am not talking about student communities or marriage. I am talking about cats, mice and people. It is a subject driven by major conflict of interest and the mice are not even the culprits in this game, at least not necessarily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People like to live in warm, comfy houses and so do cats. Chance wants it that people like cats; so no issues there. Mice are rather opportunistic little creatures, though. They live wherever they find food and hiding places, however they do not like cats or people. Hence the house is actually their second choice, provided that the garden is a bit messy, with compost piles and bird food lying around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TPU5Ww1unJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/o-wR5SdZQcg/s1600/mouse2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TPU5Ww1unJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/o-wR5SdZQcg/s320/mouse2.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, cats find that annoying as they are lazy buggers and prefer things to be all in one place. So during fall the bored fluff ball uses the sunny spells to bask a bit on the compost pile, while waiting for mice to pass by. And straight through the cat flap the poor things gets relocated, preferably into the living room. This mouse's main purpose is to provide entertainment and hence gets dropped where it is hard to see. Cats only go after things that move, mice know that and just don't comply. I have seen them sitting under the cat's tail with the cat desperately looking for them. This is the moment to bring the owners of the house into play. The task is to catch the mouse before the cat does, and in a situation as depicted above this is quickly done: Grab the mouse by the tail and relocate back to the compost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All too often however, the mewing part of this triangular relationship gets bored, hungry or both and abandons the game, giving the mouse the opportunity to vanish under a shelf. In this case tools are needed, consisting of a tube like square cardboard box, broomstick and torch. See, mice like it dark and they are agoraphobic, if given the choice, they always would run up or along a wall. Thus the box gets wedged in at one end of the space where it is sitting, while arm weaponed with broomstick covers the other and is gently starting to chase the mouse into the box. So far this worked instantly in 95% of the cases. Naturally we don't have any photos of the hunt itself as firstly, one usually is not made up picture perfect when thrown into that task, but called from a comfy dinner including lap tray and wine, and secondly, adrenalin levels do go up a bit and hunting fever is kicking in - the last thing one remembers is to grab the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TPU5ZU8_luI/AAAAAAAAAc4/jOd_8gVTOpE/s1600/mouse1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TPU5ZU8_luI/AAAAAAAAAc4/jOd_8gVTOpE/s320/mouse1.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well and now we have at least one mouse that apparently escaped and is now living under our roof, in the literal sense of the word, although the walls seem to be a good living space as well. Detlef even suspects that it found a safe way to get in and out and hence is now living the mouse dream. Luckily for us advice came through the letter box in form of our community leaflet. A beautifully written article by Barry and Chris Love informs us that there is a surge in mouse numbers this year and that we might have to transport our little housemate about a mile away because otherwise he might 'home' back. So in a way we are lucky that the rest of the lot did not relocate voluntarily and were quite happy to go back on the compost. We already were considering coloured fur marks to make a study to find out if some mice are particularly stupid and got caught more than once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But before re-homing with nature comes the catch of our little housemate, and the advice goes as follows: B&amp;amp;Q apparently has traps on sale for about a tenner from which the killing interior can be easily removed and replaced by some food and a bit of water: Very important if the trap won't be checked on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The one method surely &lt;b&gt;NOT to use is poison! &lt;/b&gt;Mice run quite a bit around until they die, transferring poison to other food places, where birds and other animals will pick it up, that includes cats, dogs, and hedgehogs. Additionally a poisoned, dizzy mouse makes an easy catch for any hunter. Barry and Chris report confirmed death of squirrel and and trace poisoning couldn't be ruled out by quite a few other victims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I will make my way to the DIY store one of the next days to get me a live trap. However cute our attic running nightmare might be, there is a cosy compost pile and family waiting for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-3678347646923074964?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/3678347646923074964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/cohabitation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/3678347646923074964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/3678347646923074964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/cohabitation.html' title='Cohabitation'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TPU5Ww1unJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/o-wR5SdZQcg/s72-c/mouse2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-5682228113197098374</id><published>2010-11-29T06:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T06:41:05.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Abandoning Perfectionism!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stumbled over an old article and I am now sitting here a bit dumbstruck, not believing that one year is gone in which I have achieved  nothing. In &lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/eureka-moments.html" target="_blank"&gt;Eureka Moments&lt;/a&gt;  I am reflecting about making them happen, now one year on it seems that  this is more difficult then I thought. I still own this sheet of paper,  it is hanging right in front of me at my pin board. And there is  another word written behind this phrase that says: '2 years time -  waiting for eureka moment.' It is the word 'Author' followed by a  question mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe I didn't achieve nothing. Maybe  stepping backwards a bit, abandoning IL for a while, was not nothing,  but  a quite big deal. Not being able to write for a few month was the  saddest period of the past six years. Maybe sometimes one has to lose  something to be able to value it properly, and now that it is valued I  will have to find ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to begin by declaring 'Perfect' as overrated! All my life I have been striving for perfect,  oh I do know 'perfect' of the things I do... That does not mean that I CAN do perfect. Perfect needs  training, and training is hard when 'perfect' is so far, far away! And  training is hard when one knows so well what is lacking, and then  somebody comes along and tells you exactly what you know already. This is the moment when all the motivation turns into nothing but anger. Anger about the well meaning criticism, prematurely dropped before one could find perfection out of own skill; another opportunity lost to achieve something to be proud of. Anger about having taken on a task that somebody else already is perfect in. Anger about being angry... Then temptation: Harmony is just at the other side, find an excuse, just stop doing what you are doing, nobody can criticise you then, you can't fail in this anymore. The disappointment will fade, it did on previous occasions... just stop, ... &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;stop,...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;stop,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Striving for 'perfect' all my life kept me from doing the things I loved doing, because I felt  that they were not good enough, that I never was good enough. I do not want that anymore, and the easiest way to resolve that is to abandon 'perfect'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ILP is a good start. It is far from perfect. It is MY lifestyle guide, it is fed by what I  experience and how I live my life, and it hence reflects my ways of  doing things. Oh my, that is not perfect at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Will it be good enough to become a success? - I don't know, we will have to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do I care? - Yes, I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brilliant! And now let's practice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-5682228113197098374?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/5682228113197098374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/abandoning-perfectionism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/5682228113197098374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/5682228113197098374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/abandoning-perfectionism.html' title='Abandoning Perfectionism!'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-3046484115137458745</id><published>2010-11-28T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T06:58:04.144Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='author'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eureka'/><title type='text'>Eureka Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;First published January 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When my colleague, mentor and friend decided that it is time  for him to move on and to leave the company, we both felt that we should  have one last quarterly review. These are those one to one meetings  with a manager during which you are allowed to take the mask off and  show your real face – if you have a manager like me, that is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All those ‘Where are you standing now?’, ‘Where do you want to  be in a years time?’, ‘What would help you to get there?’ things are  discussed, and since some of you might know me by now, you can imagine  that this means a lot of talking from my side, ranting, moaning and truely showing my real face. Kudos to this gentleman who gave me the  opportunity to do this one last time, so that we both could close the  case, probably with a bit of a relief from his end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although this meeting wouldn’t have any relevance to my work  life anymore, he duly filled a page of notes, which at the end he handed  to me with the words: 'There you are, now you can shred it'. Which I  didn’t! This silly sheet of paper all of a sudden had quite a bit of  sentimental value for me, and so I took it home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things got busy at work and during the run-up to Christmas,  and this thing still was stuck in my bag, until after the break when it  got cleared to get ready for work again. It stayed on my desk for a  while, and yesterday, after a good three weeks, I eventually got to read  it – well, sort of. I thought I had a bad handwriting, only fragments  could be deciphered until I got to the last phrase:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="76" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/eureka.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 years time – waiting for eureka moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes! I remember now that I once said something along those lines,  that I am admiring people who have a skill they like so much that they  don’t want to do anything else and hence are focused and successful.  Apparently Churchill said something like: Find a work that you love and  you will never work again! That is the sort of occupation I am looking  for. Hence I am waiting for this one moment when the light is brighter,  the music sounds better, the smells are more fragrant and I know that:  This is IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual my dear mentor captured it perfectly in this simple  phrase: waiting for eureka moment! And now that I read it so clearly,  even with a time frame attached to it, I realised that my approach is  wrong. It just is so wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again this brilliant man had thrown me a curveball, something  to think about and to grit my teeth into. And this time it came from  afar and I won’t have a follow up with the master. This one will have to  be my very own masterpiece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When he asked me two years ago what I would like to have  achieved by today, I told him that I don’t want to be scared anymore. I  want to lose the fear of people and situations. I want to be confident  and be&amp;nbsp; respected as the person I am. Articles like ‘&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-worst-to-happen.html" target="_blank"&gt;What’s the worst to happen&lt;/a&gt;’ ‘&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies.blogspot.com/2010/02/iapu-farce.html"&gt;IAPU&lt;/a&gt;’ and ‘&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/poem-of-flying-chicken.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Chicken Can Fly’&lt;/a&gt;  were the result of me digging my way through a mountain of issues. For  those good two years he guided me to a confidence I never thought  possible. I am not scared anymore. Well, of spiders, a bit, and I have  respect for scary things like big wild animals or angry dogs. But I am  not scared anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this was not achieved by waiting for it to happen. It was  hard work, but nevertheless fun. It meant throwing myself into  situations, approaching people, asking for feedback, being honest to  myself&amp;nbsp; - oh, that was a biggie – learning about body language and how  to phrase things right, writing about it to let others know, and doing  it all over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I am at a new starting point and the question ‘Where do  you want to be in two years time?’ is hovering in the room. What am I  going to do with all this newly gained confidence? If I am not doing  anything else but waiting – Why did I put in all this effort in the  past?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I now know: It will be fun, the next two years, but it will be hard work as well. Eureka moments don’t just occur out of nowhere. One has to make them happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear John: THAT&amp;nbsp;was my eureka moment. Now we have closure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-3046484115137458745?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/3046484115137458745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/eureka-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/3046484115137458745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/3046484115137458745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/eureka-moments.html' title='Eureka Moments'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-1130956805725356872</id><published>2010-11-28T18:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:12:31.258Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>The Poem of The Flying Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;First published in 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't think I could fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Thought I'm a chicken, that's why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Accept your fate, eat humble pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;People will love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;and that is why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw my reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Saw a funny little thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Looked closer to grasp it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;saw a pidgeon with clipped wing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The wings are growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The pidgeon can fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;People do love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;and that is why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-1130956805725356872?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/1130956805725356872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/poem-of-flying-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/1130956805725356872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/1130956805725356872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/poem-of-flying-chicken.html' title='The Poem of The Flying Chicken'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-1536220376493671945</id><published>2010-11-26T16:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T16:20:28.854Z</updated><title type='text'>Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;First published in 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a proverb which one has to listen to more and more often the older one gets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are as young as you feel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the kind version; usually it's 'you are as old as you  feel'. Yeah well, but if I'm feeling old, what can I do to make myself  feel younger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of this site is about looks, because that is what I was  after initially. I wanted to look better. What I actually got in the end was  VITALITY. It then appeared to me that this is what is meant with 'feeling  younger' and my way to get there? Well, in this place you will find phrases like 'dealing with  yourself' and doing 'selfish/self centred things' over and over again. I felt guilty at  first, that all of a sudden I have put myself in the centre of the world.  But something interesting happened. It sort of made me go back to my  roots, and I didn't even notice until I started writing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All my  adult life I thought I couldn't be without people around me, having to  be available for others, and when I had a bit of time for myself I got  rather bored and watched the telly, although feeling a bit guilty about  the time wasted. Now I'm comfortable again with my own company just as I was as  a child. I have this recollection of sheer happiness when I was walking  the family dogs in the fields around my village. I felt safe and in  control, I could stick with the paths I knew, or I could get adventurous  and explore new ones. It was my choice and whatever I chose was right.  The dogs were my trusted followers and enjoyed the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end it seems that my 'Project New Rika' found the Rika of the old days, and the circle is closing. As I said before, a lot of the things here are about looks.  That is because I found that changes on the outside are done rather  easily. And it's dealing with your outside that sneakily starts  doing some things to your inside as well. The article on &lt;a href="http://ilp-healthandbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/body-and-mind.html" target="_blanks"&gt;Body and Mind&lt;/a&gt; refers to this effect as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Reality.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="120" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Reality.gif" width="467" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So let us give some flesh to to bone. It is here in the lifestyle section where it all comes together. Sometimes the simple issues make changes so difficult. It's easily said: Eat  healthily and go to the gym twice a week! But where is the advice on how  to find the time for this little bit of selfishness? How to save up the  money to make the 'New You' affordable. How to convince the family that  these changes are beneficial for them as well? Where to find the confidence to actually go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is here where the dreaming stops and where reality starts.  The first step is lose the fear, that making the dream come true might reveal that it was not worth it. The fear that then a dream would be lost with no gain is such a common thing, but nobody admits to it. The wonderful thing is that once that dream is gone new ones show up. Getting one dream out of the way gives room for more. It's a bit like kissing frogs to find a prince - sometimes you  have to kiss a lot of them to hit the jackpot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, that's sorted! Now it's time to find the determination! To  make this silent promise to yourself that you will succeed in something, anything! However  long it takes, how many ways you will have to explore - you will  succeed! It is a contract with yourself. Remember the place, remember  what you are feeling at that moment, and never forget it again. This is  your most secret and most honest moment with yourself. Enjoy it - And  then go for it girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-1536220376493671945?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/1536220376493671945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/lifestyle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/1536220376493671945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/1536220376493671945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/lifestyle.html' title='Lifestyle'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-5190329923618991704</id><published>2010-11-21T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:19:20.401Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hammersmith olympia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic'/><title type='text'>EROTICA 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOjmB4nlfiI/AAAAAAAAAao/BLjfqg1nu-U/s1600/photo-small.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOjmB4nlfiI/AAAAAAAAAao/BLjfqg1nu-U/s200/photo-small.JPG" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;feet-up during cappuccino&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Those shoes are made for walking... or are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you live in my neck of the woods then they have to, because it needs about three hours to get to&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.erotica-uk.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Erotica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at the Hammersmith Olympia in London. I can tell you however: It is completely worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOjsRBiW9iI/AAAAAAAAAas/ozkB02hREow/s1600/DSCF0092-small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOjsRBiW9iI/AAAAAAAAAas/ozkB02hREow/s320/DSCF0092-small.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now I know: They have big cloak rooms and decent clean toilets where one can change. I reconsidered my outfit about five times and in the end went for something street worthy, but next time I will dress up into ... something wooohooo!... by changing on location. The more that the Erotica takes place in winter and one just doesn't want to pay with a severe cold for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOjv-b3uHsI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pW9qA892ojk/s1600/DSCF0095-b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOjv-b3uHsI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pW9qA892ojk/s200/DSCF0095-b.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The exhibition hall is well heated, there are food courts -  which are at the fast food yet pricey end of the spectrum, and there is a  seating area in front of the stage which looks sophisticated, but where  it is almost impossible to get a place to sit. Well, for us it was a  first and hence we had to browse a lot; probably if one would go  regularly, one might find an interest in only certain exhibitions and  then just grab a seat, meet with friends and enjoy the shows.&lt;br /&gt;Our incentive was to see Dita von Teese on stage and we thought we'd just had a look at the fair as well. In the end it was the other way round. We saw Dita, but it was so crowded that we had to watch from the balcony through a row of heads, so she was merely a small, very glittery thing on a rather big stage. What we could see was however so inspiring that we definitely want to see her again in a proper theatre, with booked seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another show presented several times during&amp;nbsp; the day, consisting of moderator and singer &lt;a href="http://www.dustylimits.com/Dusty_Limits/Home.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dusty Limits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazingari.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Amazing Ari&lt;/a&gt;, Kitty Bang Bang - erotic dancer and burlesque performer, &lt;a href="http://www.zlata.de/" target="_blank"&gt;Zlata &lt;/a&gt;- the bendiest woman I have ever seen,&lt;a href="http://www.rubberdoll.net/" target="_blank"&gt; Rubber Doll&lt;/a&gt;, pole dancer &lt;a href="http://www.traceysimmonds.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bubbalicious&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://libidex.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Libidex catwalk&lt;/a&gt; show, and&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://skipinformation.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Stripped &lt;/a&gt;a dance number of the special kind which comes with &lt;a href="http://thefantasyboys.com/" target="_blank"&gt;two websites&lt;/a&gt;, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Please expect a little bit of nudity! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625315033149%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625315033149%2F&amp;set_id=72157625315033149&amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625315033149%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625315033149%2F&amp;set_id=72157625315033149&amp;jump_to=" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally there was a feature stage - which unfortunately I didn't know about, and wouldn't have had the time for anyway - where &lt;a href="http://dreamboys.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;The Dream Boys&lt;/a&gt; were performing. &lt;a href="http://dreammen.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;Oh my...&lt;/a&gt; be prepared to see nudity! Although for the guests at least, nude appearance was not allowed, there was a body painter, and body cast artists... well, one has to strip for that, doesn't one? On stage one of the guys lost his pants and some girls their bras. Additionally a lot of tassels were on show, which apparently are attached with double sided tape as I could learn at one of the stands. There were clip-on buttons as well, but I couldn't really warm to that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Please expect now nudity at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625314890103%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625314890103%2F&amp;set_id=72157625314890103&amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625314890103%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625314890103%2F&amp;set_id=72157625314890103&amp;jump_to=" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOjv_JqGrPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/dum_vy3Z04Q/s1600/DSCF0100-b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially it was not allowed to take photos, but there was a promo-wall like you would find at those celeb style events, and of course I had to take advantage of that. Additionally there were a few show occasions for which taking a snap was even encouraged, so I can at least give you a bit of a visual insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Please expect the most gorgeous fetish kinda costume...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625440688728%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625440688728%2F&amp;set_id=72157625440688728&amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625440688728%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F27356412%40N05%2Fsets%2F72157625440688728%2F&amp;set_id=72157625440688728&amp;jump_to=" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;... presented by the most stunning woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the stalls: Oh my goodness, there were so many! I only will concentrate on the ones which jumped into my eyes, even if that brings me into danger of appearing rather simpleminded, or old, for that matter. Of course there were the more health oriented ones, selling all sorts of concoctions, and vibrating devices, and for some of the things I wasn't even able to think of a non-health related use - so, I don't know why they were there. Then there were the usual pleasuring devices ranging from the small ones for home use up to swings and beds probably for the more professionally minded, or for people with big houses, for sure. The fetish stuff was all over the place and one could find something for everything, and I mean everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is something that I just loved there: Absolutely nothing was awkward, absolutely everything was normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOlx7MDS2fI/AAAAAAAAAa4/hJC7s_Zho_w/s1600/DSCF0111-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOlx7MDS2fI/AAAAAAAAAa4/hJC7s_Zho_w/s320/DSCF0111-.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like &lt;a href="http://www.bountifulbosoms.co.uk/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Bountiful Bosoms&lt;/a&gt;. How often do you get to feel fake silicone boobs? See, I wouldn't have entered a shop, asking if I could fumble them a bit! Here we event went back for more - those things are fascinatingly fantastic. Firstly, those babies feel absolutely real. Secondly, they feel warm. Thirdly, they have the exact right softness. Compared to the gel cushion in my&amp;nbsp;  push-up bra they feel really nice. Well, having established that, one might start asking: But why? See, I am a rather flat chested gal and I quite like that look, but even I own a push-up. Before I would consider a boob-job, I'd rather get me a pair of those, and if it were to figure out if a D size would be for me, before I get it for good. And then there are people who don't have a pair anymore and need a prosthetic, whereas there are others who never had a pair and feel that they actually should have. And I can tell you: That was a really nice cleavage on display! The sweetheart might want to have a look into the hairdo, though. A bit of smart layering to add more volume to the top of the head might improve the whole look. That is true for the both of us, actually! I could have used the opportunity to get a makeover at David Beckham's hairdresser, but scared hair frump I am, I didn't go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOl7_o2P9WI/AAAAAAAAAbA/p5gicWiJHNg/s1600/DSCF0142-b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOl7_o2P9WI/AAAAAAAAAbA/p5gicWiJHNg/s200/DSCF0142-b.jpg" width="115" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOl7_WlWLQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/moKXCxM-J3w/s1600/DSCF0140-b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOl7_WlWLQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/moKXCxM-J3w/s200/DSCF0140-b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then my darlings: There were the shoes, the jewellery and the corsets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes I only admired as Ipswich is just not offering a lot of party life that I would enjoy to make those worthwhile. Jewellery is a completely different matter, though. I got me the most gorgeous piece of bracelet I ever had, and which I always wanted to have. It is from &lt;a href="http://jcgutierrezbcn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;JCG a designer located at Barcelona&lt;/a&gt;, and the idea to have something that one doesn't find in the next corner shop makes it even more appealing. I just put it on to take the photo, and I can tell you: This is one sexy piece of crafted silver. It feels gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOmC1wcvQDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/v3454WXWAKs/s1600/DSCF0146-b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOmC1wcvQDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/v3454WXWAKs/s400/DSCF0146-b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I got me a proper top hat from &lt;a href="http://www.freakclubwear.co.uk/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=121&amp;amp;products_id=339&amp;amp;zenid=c9a36ef6edbde0ba3ca0b11aaed7f196" target="_blank"&gt;Freak Clubware&lt;/a&gt;, something I have been searching London for since quite a while now, and... yep, you might not have seen that one coming... a corset! Again! Oh I just can't resist corsets. It seems that the place to be for design and fashion is Barcelona.&lt;a href="http://www.bibianblue.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Bibian Blue&lt;/a&gt; has the most stunning creations and they even had a fitting room. The place was so busy that I had to wait for about half an hour to get in, but was that worth it! I could see all those wonderful corsets which I never would be able to fill, tried on by ladies who could. And it was a delight to chat with the excited husbands, helping to decide which one to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOmFn91FyXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/y617yTCIpso/s1600/IMG_0403-b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOmFn91FyXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/y617yTCIpso/s1600/IMG_0403-b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a freak moment, though, when I realised that their credit card machine didn't work, but fortunately the Olympia has a cash machine in the foyer. Phew! I felt warm anyway, but that was the moment to break into sweat. All I have for now is the picture I took with the mobile to show Detlef, as he was strolling around to find some food to go while I was waiting for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I herewith promise to give you a proper show of all my purchases - those here and all the other ones, like from the last two trips to Germany which I haven't confessed to you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This now concludes my report from the Erotica 2010. I had the best of times and can't wait for next year to go again. I am however expecting a lot of following up to happen. Together with the obligatory conference style bag we not only got the conference guide but the &lt;a href="http://www.burlesquemap.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;Burlesque Map&lt;/a&gt; London as well. Who knows what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, always yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TLCr_chPvFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lexPHt7DGz0/s1600/Rika-signature.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TLCr_chPvFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lexPHt7DGz0/s1600/Rika-signature.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Related Links: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1331630/Dita-Von-Teese-glorious-geisha-kimono-doesnt-stay-long.html?ito=feeds-newsxml" target="_blank"&gt;Daily Mail Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://foreign.peacefmonline.com/entertainment/201011/108005.php" target="_blank"&gt;PeaceFM online &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-5190329923618991704?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/5190329923618991704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/erotica-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/5190329923618991704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/5190329923618991704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/erotica-2010.html' title='EROTICA 2010'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XfQFn1ILwc/TOjmB4nlfiI/AAAAAAAAAao/BLjfqg1nu-U/s72-c/photo-small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-432997821315699967</id><published>2010-11-20T07:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T11:29:12.079Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dita von Teese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burlesque'/><title type='text'>The Real Teese</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;First published 27th November 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilpgermany.blogspot.com/2010/11/real-teese.html"&gt;to the German article &lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVT1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="348" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVT1.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my goodness, where to put this? &lt;a href="http://www.dita.net/top.php" target="_blank"&gt;Dita Von Teese&lt;/a&gt;, burlesque star, pin up, fashion icon, writer, ...           That could go under 'Art', 'Fashion &amp;amp; Beauty' ,  Galleries,... in the end I decided for Lifestyle, because that is what  she is embodying: A lifestyle of femininity, style, tease and control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While reading her book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Burlesque-Art-Teese-Fetish/dp/0060591676" target="_blank"&gt;Burlesque and the Art of the Teese&lt;/a&gt;  I learned that she never stopps pushing the envelope and always stays  true to herself, and she became successful with it. Not many can claim  that for themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So on Friday 27th November 2009 she came to London to sign &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dita-Stripteese-Von-Teese/dp/006176311X/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b" target="_blank"&gt;her new book&lt;/a&gt; and we, that is hubby and me, went to see the real Teese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVT2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVT2.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to confess, in the end I couldn't get myself to queue,  I never found a thrill in getting an autograph from somebody. I however  enjoyed watching the fans, how wonderfully patient and considerate she  is for their wishes and I enjoyed the whole atmosphere around this  session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first one couldn't see a thing, because the allocated place  was small and photographers were crowding the area. And then it was  really like telly, asking her to do this and do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="105" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF14.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that the fans were allowed to approach one by one, some  of them presenting little gifts and then getting their signature and a  picture taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there it was this tiny bit of yellow envy: Of course I  would not have a picture taken together with her, I would look like an  old crow in comparison. Now, in the last IL-diary I asked myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td width="80"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;... if she is just gorgeous, if she is plastered but it  works for her, or if it is all only working on pictures and for real  life it's a big no-no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She DID look just gorgeous... however, perfect light was  installed, make-up was paintwork but suitable for the occasion and hair  was glued to the head but equally suitable for the occasion. It just  works for her. I even think she could go in normal light and look  wonderful while I would make a ridiculous appearence in the best of  lights with a make-up and hair like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See, that is the thing we call 'Style'. She found hers and we  have to find ours. Just plain copying is not working, what however does  not mean that her look is not inspiring. It made me even more determined  to find a made-up look that works for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day I was keen to read any comments on Twitter about  the event and something truely amazing happened. She individually  thanked people for the gifts, and she answered questions in a more  elaborate way than one would expect in 140 letters. It was better than  any interview which always gives a filtered view of the writer. Here  things were straight and honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nobody please ever say anything against Twitter and Co again.  All that is needed is to handle the medium the same way life should be  handled: With Style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now some pictures of Dita and her fans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="223" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF1.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td align="center" width="255"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="271" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="289" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td align="center" width="255"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="288" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF3.jpg" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td align="center" width="260"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="351" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF10.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="500" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF7.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td align="center" width="280"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="168" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF11.jpg" width="250" /&gt;            &lt;img alt="" border="0" height="66" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/dot.gif" width="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="177" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="500" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF8.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td align="center" width="280"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="500" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF9.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="112" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF12.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="500" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Lifestyle/DVTF13.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that is how it's Done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-432997821315699967?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/432997821315699967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/real-teese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/432997821315699967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/432997821315699967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/real-teese.html' title='The Real Teese'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-5186845907430261304</id><published>2010-11-19T08:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:11:19.020Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>The Tale of a Little Donkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;first published some time in 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this cute little tale of a farmer, his son and a donkey.They are going to the market on a lovely warm day the son riding the donkey while the farmer is walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Esel1-small.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Esel1-small.gif" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          They meet a guy and he starts shouting at them: 'You with  your young legs are riding and let your old father walk, shame on you!'&lt;br /&gt;They decide that he has a point and swap places. Until they  meet another guy who starts shouting: 'You are a strong grown man and  you are riding while you let your poor little son walk, shame on you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first they are a bit confused but then they decide that the guy has a point and both climb the donkey. Until they meet a third guy who starts shouting: 'Look at  you two, the poor donkey. How can two blokes ride on that poor little  animal together?' They decide that he has a point too, pop the donkey on their shoulders and carry it to the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Esel2-small.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" src="http://incredibleladies.com/pics/Esel2-small.gif" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m not sure that the donkey is the winner in this story. But  I’m sure that you have encountered similar situations where everybody  seems to know better. You get all sorts of friendly advice, and  everybody seems to be offended if you are not taking it on board.  Everybody is meaning so well with helping in, while the load on your  shoulders is getting bigger and bigger – as if you wouldn’t have enough  problems anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These blogs contains a lot of advice as well, and I would be  happy if some of it would help you to achieve what you always wanted to  achieve. But there is no way around one single truth: You are in charge  of your life and there is nobody in the whole world who knows you better  than yourself. So, never let other people put a donkey on your  shoulders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;drawings by Rika &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-5186845907430261304?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/5186845907430261304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/tale-of-little-donkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/5186845907430261304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/5186845907430261304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/tale-of-little-donkey.html' title='The Tale of a Little Donkey'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-4946022386627101681</id><published>2010-11-19T08:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T07:50:15.696Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Passion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;first published some time in 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned it before: I’m the mistress of unfinished stuff! I  started so many things enthusiastically and then after a few months,  when the aura of ‘something new’ had faded I lost interest … usually  leaving an feeling of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work one of my colleagues asked how the web site was  going and I told him a bit about what I’m doing at the moment and that  it is a lot of fun – when a friend of mine joined the conversation  commenting a bit sarcastically: “Still…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess some people know me too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it made me think. I’m working for Incredible Ladies  since half a year now, spending all my spare time not really knowing  where this will all lead to, if people are actually interested in my  opinion and if they like this kind of online magazine. So why is my  interest not fading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did silk painting everybody loved my work, and I even  sold quite a few pieces straight away. You do something – you get  rewarded! That should be an incentive to stick with the subject.  Nevertheless, I just couldn’t make it a business. And there were many  other similar occasions where it just wouldn’t work out. With Incredible  Ladies the stream of reward is more like a trickle and I still love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered an incident that happened last weekend. I  had planned a pampering Saturday morning for myself. Walking session  early mornings, then a cappuccino with biscotti at the gym bar – and it  was ‘the perfect cappuccino’ I got there – after that a bit of steam  room and hanging in the hot tub, followed by a full body massage by my  favourite beautician Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was hanging in the hot bubble bath contemplating the  shapes and figures of my fellow men and women I saw the perfect female  shape entering from the other end of the pool. She was just stunningly  gorgeous, great posture and perfect proportions. And as she came closer I  realized that I knew her. I saw her the first time about 6 years ago  when my Australian friend convinced me to join her for step aerobic  classes in one of these school sport halls. I liked it although I didn’t  understand what the instructor wanted me to do, and after 10 minutes I  was absolutely knackered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she was: A lady about my age probably a bit younger,  normal face, normal hair, normal figure. She was very good and I always  tried to find a place behind her so that I could copy her movements.  Then I joined the gym, neglected the classes and lost sight of her,  until our former trainer got employed at the gym and there she was as  well. I never joined those classed again – too loud and too hectic for  me, but she seemed to be obsessed with aerobic classes. During this long  period where I only went to the gym very rarely I saw her jumping like a  rubber ball whenever I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it occurred to me: All these years I didn’t notice  her for beauty but for the passion she had for her sport. And this  passion had transformed her from a healthy and fit, although rather  unflashy woman into a model figure, including the posture and the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started writing for the site I felt something that I  didn’t know before and I called it determination, and at the beginning  that probably was the right term for it. But this has turned into  passion now. Determination has this feel of ‘having to …’, this  implication of having to reach a certain goal. Passion is aimless – I do  what I do because I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel passion for my sport – it started because I wanted to  achieve something. That is not important anymore. If I get there:  Brilliant! If not: Who cares? I just love doing it. I’m passionate about the Incredible Ladies – if you like it: Wonderful! If not: I’ll write it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is you are passionate about: It gives tremendous  freedom. It is an island on which the opinions of others don’t matter.  All my life I made myself dependent from other people’s opinions – like  the guys in the '&lt;a href="http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/tale-of-little-donkey.html" target="_blank"&gt;Little Tale&lt;/a&gt;'  – and to an extent I still am. We all are, I suppose. But this little  bit of my life is mine – in there everything is as I want it to be  because I made it that way, and the sun is always shining.&lt;br /&gt;Well, some people – like me – seemingly have to kiss a few  more frogs than others to find a prince, or a passion. And that’s all  right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found mine I realise that my previous attempts  weren’t failures. I learned a lot from every single one of them. So why  should one even think of it as a failure only because they were stopped?  The experience gained still radiates into this project, thus it was all  time well spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-4946022386627101681?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/4946022386627101681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/4946022386627101681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/4946022386627101681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/passion.html' title='Passion!'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-4678020571634772035</id><published>2010-11-18T10:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T07:50:35.462Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work life'/><title type='text'>Meeting a boss</title><content type='html'>The other day we had a meeting with the boss, and I had to realise that I am pretty rubbish at this. See, there are skills, and there are skills, and with some of mine I seem to be in the wrong place at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All throughout ones life the training is around technical skill. Go to a school or a university, they will stuff you with mathematics and chemistry, and geography, and social studies... what is not a bad thing in general: One can find ones interest, enhance the knowledge in a particular field, get a brilliant job, and become stinking rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... or work your butt off and still never be happy. Hmmm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people choose the wrong subject for various reasons: entering a profession for family tradition, because the prospects are better than in the dream job, or because one doesn't really know what to choose, which sort of was my career decision. C'mon, me and computer science?! Others are just very unlucky to never be in the right place at the right time; finding a job that they can fulfill, but which on the other hand poses enough of a challenge to stay interesting. And then there are the ones who get bad managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be one of the reasons why almost everybody wants to be a manager of some sort: To escape the managers. Well, money is a nice reason as well, for others power might be the driving force, but I am pretty sure that there are quite a few managers out there who were after 'freedom'. Poor things... they forgot, that unless you own your own business that is not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is exactly the thought that is bugging me at the moment: I always wanted to have my own company - but would I really be a good leader? And would it make me happy? If 'yes' one might think that I should have had the guts already to set something up and not working as a secretary anymore... that sounds pretty much like a 'no' then, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sub-type of manager, though: The lone rider. A lone rider might work with a team, but he doesn't trust it. He hates to delegate and always has a plan 'B', 'C', 'D', and 'E' in place to be able to pull things off without any help. Well, THAT pretty much sounds like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this meeting happened. This boss is not a top-top manager, just high enough to make everybody fly and wanting to get things right, and he is a really nice guy - one of the listening and giving straight forward advice types. In his meetings one can practice stuff in a rather safe environment, and I always, always, wanted to have the opportunity to give a short presentation, with slides and all, something I know my stuff of, and where I would be in the limelight for a brief moment.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted to know how that feels, if I can do it, and if it is as satisfying as I envisioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, sitting around the table with my team, my slot came... and it was pretty rubbish. For starters I was too long, but that is a technical thing and can be learned; no... there was something else! Initially I couldn't put my finger on it and then it dawned on me: I am not a good team player! See, if it would have been me, I would have driven our project a little bit differently, and although I knew my stuff, I had to spin the story in a way which I would have liked to avoid. But that is what you do in a team: You cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence there were actually two things that went wrong: Firstly, I didn't have the freedom to do it my way, something I felt uneasy about. Secondly, when the boss started to ask questions, drilling bang into the very direction I had feared, I changed the focus of the talk without agreement of my team mates, and I am not entirely sure that I got that right, so I might have let the cover down. That means that 'team player' is off the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves only one position for me, and luckily I am quite comfortable in it: The wing man! I am really rather brilliant in the second line. What makes me a great secretary, or a wife for that matter...and to be honest: Apart from the fact that those are not the best paid jobs in the world, I am pretty happy! So, one probably would want to be careful what to wish for when dreaming up career plans. It seems that the technical skill only plays a smaller part, it is much more important to figure out whether deep down in your heart you are a team player, a wing man, a lone rider, or a manager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-4678020571634772035?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/4678020571634772035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/meeting-boss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/4678020571634772035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/4678020571634772035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/11/meeting-boss.html' title='Meeting a boss'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8691816516658985269.post-5185764068700435684</id><published>2010-02-28T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:12:11.961Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Live &amp; Let Live Intro</title><content type='html'>Well, well, let's get this lifestyle thing rolling. Some years ago I thought this is all a bit rubbish, an empty phrase ... now I am on that train myself. And I am there because change was definitely needed in my life, back then. Oh gosh, was I miserable from all the pains my body had accumulated, and the lack of drive and fun. To turn the wheel round, I knew about quite a few things myself - it just needed DOING them, but I picked up a lot of good ideas from friends and this wonderful thing called the internet as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find a lot of things to fret about, things I would like to achieve, or which I like to be different, but I have come a long way, I gained quite a bit of experience, and I just want to add my own two pennies to the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way I might have discovered the one or the other thing that could be useful for others. I always was a quite good cook - so I was told, I always was interested in how the body works and how to make it work well for me, I always liked to be creative in many ways - and now that I have done a lot of experiments to I am passing on my wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the first video I created for the YouTube Video Blog explaining the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="centre" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7w7a-BUls5Y&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7w7a-BUls5Y&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true for this blog. Just that here the videos will go along with some text like recipes and links. So stay tuned for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8691816516658985269-5185764068700435684?l=incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/feeds/5185764068700435684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-well-lets-get-this-lifestyle-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/5185764068700435684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8691816516658985269/posts/default/5185764068700435684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incredible-ladies-gallery.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-well-lets-get-this-lifestyle-thing.html' title='Live &amp; Let Live Intro'/><author><name>Rika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14671449965019068746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPhQT-Tzs-w/T0DgvFSU8CI/AAAAAAAACXs/HnIVLatbq9Y/s220/IMG_2582-crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
