I bet the topic needs no introduction. Ever since Kat von D posted a picture on Instagram, claiming that she would raise her child without vaccination, it has been all over the internet.
And I am kind of glad it is. Not because someone with a huge following and influence spoke out against vaccines. That is harmful to the cause and has in the past proven to lead to a decrease in vaccination.
But because vaccination is a hot topic once again, with other influential people speaking up about their experiences (Caroline Hirons, just to name one).
See, transmittable diseases and vaccination are part of my daytime job. I have been on the radio numerous times, I am going to speak on a panel on this topic come Monday and if the time for talking is done, I am one of the squad that visits your school/kindergarten/whatever to see if the outbreak of measles happening there puts your child in danger and if quarantine is needed.
Ever since I moved out, I always had a clean and clutter free space. Which was actually kind of surprising for my parents, because all through adolescence my room was a huge mess.
Laundry, books, school papers – everything in piles on the floor. But as soon as I had my own space to take care of, that changed.
I often wondered why that was the case, and for the longest time I thought it was a part of growing up and being more responsible. Or maybe due to the fact that when I threw the freshly washed laundry in a heap on the bed where it would slowly make its way to the floor to mix with the dirty laundry, it was a lot more work for me.
But interestingly enough, none of that was the actual reason.
Whenever you try to incorporate something new into your life (usually the healthy stuff like working out, meditation or snacking on celery instead of crisps), people will tell you that it takes 30 days to create a new habit.
30 days of sticking to something apparently tricks your mind into accepting it as the new normal, so it gets easier to see it through.
Almost everyone that shares part of his life on the internet has been subject to hateful comments. They may be targeting your content („Your sound is awful, buy a new mic!“ – Nope), your appearance („You are an ugly old hag and I cringe just looking at you“ – Then don´t), sometimes even the things you said („That was useless information and a waste of my time. Why do you think anyone cares?“ – Probably because people take the time to leave comments)
I usually don´t bother giving them any attention, quickly reply in my head and move on. One of the perks of being older is that I don´t rely on external validation as much as I did when I was younger.
Every once in a while one stays with me though, the last time earlier this week. It all started with a comment I made on someone elses Instagram post. It was a post about Darphin skincare, rich in essential oils, the scent designed to be relaxing and comforting. You´ll know by now that relaxing is a recurring theme here on the blog, and I wrote something like: „The scent of a product is so important when it comes to unwind.“
I admit, I am stressed. No surprises here, I bet most people in my situation would be, yoga teachers being a possible exception.
And I know that being stressed isn´t healthy, and I KNOW that I am a stress eater (gimme all the carbs!), which isn´t healthy either. So I should probably do something about it.
Given that I can´t change the circumstances, and, quite honestly, don´t want to change them (seriously, giving up the kids is not an option, but giving up the job isn´t one either), I think I have read about every stress release technique there is.
I will let you in on a secret: I don´t like to cook. Some people might find it therapeutic, or creative, or even create whole blogs dedicated to that topic – to me it is just annoying. (I like eating though, I don´t disapprove of the whole concept)
But as I have kids and feel obliged to see that their nutrition is on point, and, though to a much lesser degree, because I know that my skin reacts horribly to junk food, that is a problem.
Because if you want home cooked meals full of fresh ingredients, you, well, need to cook them fresh at home.
There is an increased amount of cleaning videos showing up in my You Tube suggestions, and I have no clue why.
It can’t be based on my watch history. It can’t be based on Mr. Locas watch history either. He is really bad at remembering to switch profiles on our AppleTV, which is the reason that my feed shows as many „SUV tested in the dunes of Namibia“ videos as it contains ASOS hauls, but cleaning videos surely aren’t his thing.
To be honest, I really have no clue why anyone would watch such videos anyway. Cleaning is a necessary pain, but watch others clean? What kind of masochistic behavior is that?
Or maybe it is sadistic, sitting there, cup of tea in hand, smiling at the screen: Hey gurrl, ya missed a spot there! Just sayin‘!
Apparently a trend that I, once again, don’t understand and probably absolutely to my loss.
There are age categories for everything, and usually I don’t pay them much attention.
My skincare for example ranges from products aimed at teenage skin to an ampoule targeted at skin 60+ (here is the latest routine).
Age is a number and a privilege and doesn’t define us. Or does it?
A few days ago my fellow „mature“ blogger Toni from Sheer Gloss and I chatted on Twitter about blogging after you reach a certain age.
Which sounds awful. Mature, certain age… I am still the one giggling at immature jokes and dancing in the kitchen at 2 am to my favorite song, I don’t spend my days knitting in a rocking chair quite yet.
But maybe I look like I do, as opposed to someone that just hit their early 20s. Which is why people in their early 20s tend to relate more to someone their age.