Random Tuesday Thoughts (6)


I suppose for most of the people who read my blog today’s topic is not very relevant, because you’ve all got your life more or less in order and paths are laid out. For me, however, the time to decide what I want to do the next years has come yet again.

I remember when I finished school, I was pretty confident, believing that the world was mine to conquer. I wanted to get a career and I didn’t really plan to stay in Germany on the long run. See, I’m fluent in English and I’ve always loved the American culture, so I thought it was natural considering an emigration… I’ve stayed abroad so often in my life, I knew that it was gonna be tough, but still.

Right after High School I went to live in Spain for some time. This was awesome. I met so many nice people from around the world and with many I’m still in contact. I had all planned and laid out in front of me:

  1. Study Business Administration
  2. Study abroad as exchange student (Spain)
  3. Finish my degree, get a nice job

Yeah, well I didn’t consider one thing (or rather some):

Men, Family, Kids. It just didn’t pop up on my radar. Not that I don’t like kids. I LOVE kids, but I never thought about having a family. This changed apruptly when I met my boyfriend. He’s the total opposite from me. Deeply rooted in the village he’s from, content with his life, his career path laid out in front of him. He wouldn’t mind staying in the same area that we’re now both living in for the rest of his life. And he’d LOVE to have kids.

So here’s my dilemma now:

I’m finishing my Degree in Fall and I’d love to have a career. At least, partially (I don’t have to become CEO of an international company…). I’d love to travel the world a bit farther, to the US and maybe stay to work there for some years. But on the other hand I’d love to have kids. This on the other hand, implies that I’ll either become a SAHM or have to pay a lot for a full-time nanny. I don’t favour any of the alternatives and I’m not against any of them and I think that’s the problem. I can’t decide what to do. Depending on my daily mood I’ll prefer the one or the other.

I mean, I’m still only 24, so I can build a career now and then have kids when I’m 30, but I get the feeling that I have to decide now… Sorry, about being so personal, but that’s my Random Thoughts not only on Tuesday, but for pretty much of the week… I think I just needed to get this out of my system…

Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful week…

Random Tuesday Thoughts (5)

A girl doing a blog post about cars. Can you imagine this? Well, I didn’t, I though about all topics possible but definitely not cars. So here I am, but what brought this up?!

I’ve been a huge admirer of all things from the States, be it food, clothes, whatever, including cars. Yes, I love American cars – especially the big SUVs. So watching the Vampire Diaries over these last few weeks I saw Elena driving this really nice looking car. I didn’t really know what car it was, but I researched a bit and I came up with some really good looking cars.

This first one here is the Grand Cherokee by Jeep. I suppose this is a car very similar to the one Elena drives in Vampire Diaries. I really like this car.

Another one of the cars I came up with is the following. It’s the Volvo XC60, the car Edward drives in New Moon. It’s slightly smaller than the Cherokee, but more elegant. I really LOVE the color of the car.

Another car that can be found in the SUV category is the Porsche Cayenne. It’s in the same category and definitely one of the more expensive ones, but I personally don’t like it as much.

Then there’s the Chevrolet Suburban. It’s very much like Cherokee by Jeep.

If I had to choose between the four of them, it would be a tough choice, perhaps in favour of the first or the second. I love the Cherokee, but I suppose it’s much too BIG for German streets, so I’d take the Volvo C60. Which car would you choose?

Random Tuesday Thoughts (4)

Those who want to may, those who don’t must.

I read this proverb in this week’s newspaper. I hope it didn’t lose too much when on its translation from German to English, because reading this proverb struck me like it hasn’t in a long time!

I think it’s one of those sayings that bring everything down to the point. Those who want – that is the people who want to do or achieve a certain thing don’t have a feeling of obligation, the feel free to do so, they think that they may/are allowed to do this. On the other hand you got the people who don’t – who don’t want to do this or that. They feel like they are pushed into doing something they would never have done freely, they feel like they have to/must do that thing.

In my opinion that brings down everything that is to say about motivation and obligation. Haven’t you made the experience, too, that when you’re motivated about doing something that everything just happens very easily however difficult or hard it will be. And on the other hand, how tiring and terrible a task – even a quite simple one – can be when you don’t like doing it?!

I think I’m going to add this to my most favourite proverbs and whenever I don’t feel like doing something I’ll look it up… perhaps that’s gonna help me motivate myself!

Random Tuesday Thoughts (3)

Reading the Autograph Man by Zadie Smith I found this nice little story about the Pope and a Rabbi of Rome:

Several centuries ago the Pope decreed that all the Jews had to leave Italy. There was, of course, a huge outcry from the Jewish community, so the Pope offered a deal. He would have a religious debate with a leader of the Jewish community. If the Jewish leader won the debate, the Jews would be permitted to stay in Italy. If the Pope won, the Jews would have to leave.

The Jewish community met and picked an aged rabbi to represent them in the debate. The rabbi, however, could not speak Latin and the Pope could not speak Yiddish. So it was decided that this would be a “silent” debate.

On the day of the great debate the Pope and the rabbi sat opposte each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers. The rabbi looked back and raised one finger.

Next, the Pope waved his finger around his head. The rabbi pointed to the ground where he sat. The Pope then brought out a communion wafer and chalice of wine. The Rabbi pulled out an apple. With that, the Pope stood up and said: “I concede the debate. This man has bested me. The Jews can stay.”

LAter, the cardinals gathered around the Pope, asking him what had happened. The pope said: “First I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity. He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that there was still one God common to both our religions. Then I waved my finger around me to show hm that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground to show that God was also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and the wafer to show that God absolves us of our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of Original Sin. He had an answer for everything. What could I do?”

Meanwhile, the Jewish community crowded around the rabbi, askin what had happened. “Well,” said the rabbi, “first he said to me we had to leave in three days. So I said to him that not one of us was going to leave. Then he told me the whole city would be cleared of Jews. So I said to him that we would stay right here.”

“And then?” asked a woman. “Who knows,” said the rabbi. “We broke for lunch.”

Random Tuesday Thoughts (2)


I know I’ve been a bit quiet over the weekend, due to lots of tasks waiting on my desk, but still I’ve managed to write a short post for my RTT collection:

Do you have a nickname? Well, I have several. One of them -Deia- was the inspiration for naming my blog. My Christian name is Andrea. It’s a rather old fashioned name in Germany. The origins are Greek and could be interpreted as meaning “brave, manful”. Actually, it’s only a girl’s name in German-speaking countries. In Italy, e.g. it’s a boy’s name. This caused a lot of confusion during my exchanges to Italy…

If I introduce myself to a group, I normally always use my full name. I hated to be referred to with one of my nicknames when I was in school. However, my friends and family tend to use other names.

My parents call me Molly. Nobody knows how they came up with this name. They only say that as a baby, I was the total opposite from “mollig” which means plump, so there could be no connection to my physical appareance. Anyway, I quite like this name, but nobody else than my parents was or is allowed to call me like this. My brother has his own name for me: Andi. This is also how some of my closest friends call me, but that makes it only three or four people calling me like that. At school, I yet had another nickname: Linda, which was derived from my last name. This led to more than one confusion when we had substitute teachers or on the school yard. Some years ago I got the name I’m using here: Deia or Deiala. I was on a language course in Italy. We were a group of five girls and one day, one of the girls told me that she has another friend called Andrea who they’re calling Deia. So they started calling me Deia, too. Sometimes also using Deiala as a form of minimization (I’m only 5′ 4”). I didn’t mind, because, aside from Molly this is my favorite nickname. When I was looking for a name to call my blog, I came up with Deiala immediately, as this blog is about me and my interests.

Lately, however, I’ve wondered if there exists a connection between the name a person has and his/her character/personality and if it’s possible that one person can have several nicknames and still be the same person or if having different names can influence the way you behave with the people who use different names. E.g., might it be possible that I’m more patient when I’m around people who call me Molly or more adventurous around people who call me Deia. I don’t know, but it would be interesting to research, don’t cou think?!

Random Tuesday Thoughts (1)


The year’s not yet a week old and like everybody I have made tons of resolutions to make 2010 a better year. I’m not sure if I’ll stick to everything this year, to be honest, I’m quite sure that I won’t be able to stick to everything, but I keep wondering why?!

Why do we keep making new resolutions (or recycling old ones that we didn’t manage to keep in the last years)? And why don’t we manage to stick to our resolutions? Most of them are rather small things, often independent of one’s financial situation, e.g. to make more compliments, to be friendlier or more patient. But still, at the end of the year, we have the feeling, that we didn’t try hard enough/succeed in keeping our resolutions.

Sometimes, I suppose we are too harsh with ourselves. Wouldn’t it be a success, e.g. if we lost 10 lbs instead of 20? And does our being a content and healthy person really depend on the fact that we weight 120 lbs or 130?

I also think, that sometimes it’s difficult to meassure the level of success. Just take the “being friendly”. We might have actually really been a lot friendlier: smiling at the cashier or the shop assistant, being more patient when we had to wait for sth… But we still tend to remember only the times, when we lost our patience and when the cashier was extremely impolite.

Perhaps, keeping a journal, to note the small and big facts about each day or a small reward (in the form of a muffin, some ice-cream or a free afternoon) could help us feeling more confident about our resolutions…

Have a happy 2010 and may all your wishes, dreams, hopes and resolutions come true.