All posts filed under: Words of Wisdom

“Skiing is freedom – and so is my education.”

Meet Logan LaPlante – a 13-year-old kid from California whose concept of hack-schooling his education is currently baffling the Youtube World – including me. Logan has been pulled out of traditional education and is since then hacking the education system, to make it better and suitable for his needs. And that got him to ask himself: Why is the science of being happy not considered education? In his 11-minutes talk he touches several topics that I spend a lot of time thinking about: The science of happiness, how skiing and writing makes him a happier person and how we can change the education system. And he reminded me that everything is up for being hacked – our education, our jobs, our relationships, even our whole lives. That got me thinking: Should I hack something too? Or am I already hacking my life by stepping out of traditional paths? Logan defines a hacker as an innovator, who challenges and changes the systems to make them better. And having the hacker mindset can change the world. Maybe …

Book recommendation: Do you want to be normal or happy?

On my 29th birthday I hiked up our local mountain with my Mum and during our well deserved lunch at one of the huts she pulled out this book as a present. What a good match – already the title made me smile. I read it during the 2012 New Zealand road trip and recommended it to Maggie who took it with her to Australia. When visiting her in Maroubra this year the book found its way back to me exactly one year later. Reading it again in Thailand wasn’t as mind-blowing as the first time but a good way to re-assess my happiness, to look back and see what a long way I’ve come during the year that has passed and get the bigger picture again. So if you’re still looking for a last-minute Christmas present – I can absolutely recommend this one (apart from the paragraphs where he advertises his multiple side-products such as CDs).

Turning 30: I’m still lost but at least in the right direction

Exactly one month ago I turned 30. Quietly, without a big party, without friends and family, just by myself so that nobody would notice how old I am getting. I took my birth date off my Facebook profile, I didn’t tell anybody in New Zealand, I did it so well that even I almost believed I am not turning 30. Only almost though. Thanks to the lovely people calling from all over the world reminding me. Of course I had planned it completely different: Whenever I thought about turning 30 I imagined myself amidst a huge party, with all my friends. When the magical day got closer I looked up where I would be and oh – how lucky I felt when I figured out my birthday would fall on the same day as Cardrona’s end of season party. I could already see myself celebrating with all the ski instructor mates – partying the night away, feeling like a dancing queen and celebrating life – just like we used to do during the season. When I …

Choice.

That title alone – in combination with my ever undecided personality – is a paradox itself. Those who know me well probably remember how bad I am at making decisions, how long it takes me and even long after I’ve made a decision I still ask myself “What if the other option would have been the better choice?”. Clever as life is it keeps confronting us with our weaknesses – in my case making choices and so I had to deal with some choices lately. When I was diagnosed with glandular fever some weeks ago the doctor made it very clear that it would affect my energy levels quite badly and that I shouldn’t do any sports for the next weeks, let alone ski instructing. With four weeks of the NZ winter season left I found it very hard to accept that my season would end earlier, that I wouldn’t be able to go up the mountain any more and hang out with my ski instructor friends. With a stubborn mind I thought I could …

A proper ski a day keeps the doctor away

Big news of the day: I went skiing. And it was so good! But how did that happen? I woke up this morning, hearing all the early morning busyness in our house, everybody packing their things, trying to get to the staff van on time and i secretly felt sorry for myself that I couldn’t go up. But wait! Who said I couldn’t? Within minutes I decided to also go up to Cardrona and found myself on top of the hill an hour later. Already carrying my gear to the staff area was a mission and I had to stop and rest multiple times. It already dawned on me that no skiing was going to happen in that state so I had coffee with ski instructor friends first, then did some paper work for ski school, had lunch with the mates, etc. It would have been weird to be up there without skiing so I finally gathered all my powers and went for a ride on the – hold on: beginner’s – chairlift. Once that …

Fear of Travel.. It is in your Mindset..!!

Originally posted on The Lost Lander:
Agoraphobia is considered the most incapacitating of anxiety disorders. To be more precise- The fear of travelling ALONE.. It is all in your mindset.. What do you think will happen to you if you go out alone? You will die of a road accident or a plane crash..? A bunch of trouble makers will harm you..? A group of bad men will molest you..? People… Get a life.!!  You need to just come out of your frame of mind.. Harm can be caused to you anytime. What will you do if the ground beneath your house sunk in.? What would you do if a bunch of people barged into your home with clubs and hoses ? Your trusted neighbor of several years might knock at your door for all wrong reasons one day.. Or what if your best friend / family member is battling for life in a distant place.. Will you still step back to remain in the safe confines of your home? You ain’t doing anything worthwhile with your life if…

A spooky and sleepless night at the house

I thought I have had enough sleep on the plane and felt pretty fresh when I got here on Monday but having done this trip a couple of times already I should have known better: The jet-lag always strikes back. It just hits you out of the blue and if you don’t get to a bed or couch fast enough you literally fall asleep at the table (True story!). Yesterday it kicked in rather late and I fell asleep at around 7 pm, resulting in waking up at midnight – wide awake. Multiple techniques didn’t work out – no way to get back to sleep again. At the same time a major storm came over Auckland and it was pissing down in a way I had never experienced in Austria. A sleepless and spooky night all alone at the end of the world – that’s a pretty perfect breeding ground for self-doubt and lots of worrying: Did I make the right decision? What am I doing here? Why the hell did I put myself into …