This post is something special. The upcoming week is my birthday week and everyone who knows me, knows that I am obsessed with my own birthday. I can act like the queen I think I am and people won’t even judge me for it – it’s brilliant.
The following lines are inspired by many conversations I’ve had while meeting new people and also by the picture you can see above, which I absolutely love! It is the perfect representation of what I’m all about. I like to say, that I can’t be put into words. I am too many opposites combined. The kind of “you have to see it, to believe it”-person. Let me try to give you a couple examples.
I was born and raised in a culturally Austrian household, but look like a standard middle-eastern girl.
Most of the blood that runs through my veins is middle-eastern, but I don’t understand any of the languages, that I should have inherited.
I am a yogi, but like to swear damn much.
I like to meditate and maintain a calm attitude, but I feel road rage on a totally new level.
I love sunsets, but get anxious by nighttime.
I like to start my day early, but not getting enough sleep is worse than any hangover.
I have the sweetest soul, but meet me in a bad second and the bitch-mode is real.
My mindset constantly switches from caring about every- and anything, to not giving a shit at all.
I am a well-behaved lady, but love that ghetto vibe.
Converse are my jam, but give me a reason to dress up and I’ll gladly rock those high heels.
My most used phrase is “fuck you”, but I would never wish anything bad on anyone.
I am very sensitive when it comes to aggressive behavior, but have no problem with standing my grounds in an argument.
I am super anti-religion, while my whole life revolves around spirituality.
I am the most tolerant person you will meet, but show me your intolerance and I will not have the slightest sympathy for you.
I promised myself to never be self-employed and couldn’t wish for a better work setup now.
I was pretty sure, that my yoga teachings would work out in the long run, but couldn’t have imagined it happening this quickly.
My sassy, happy, go lucky spirit is paired with a fair amount of pessimism.
I believe in the pure good of this world, while watching the news breaks my heart.
Being scared is a familiar feeling, but I make the most fearless decisions.
My heart is so big, sometimes it feels like I could love the whole world, then at the same time it’s hard to accept the being loved by others part.
I wear the cutest rosé sweater in front of the most beautifully blossoming magnolia tree, while casually flicking you off.
I guess my Yin balances out my Yang pretty well.
Basically, it’s easy.
Welcome to the first recipe of my #parisophieeats category here on the blog.
This is one of the few recipes that I’m very confident in. It serves about four portions, perfect for making it for a couple of people or to have leftovers. I usually make a huge batch, just to survive for a longer period of time.
Here’s what you’ll need:
- 1 sweet potato
- 1 zucchini
- 1 white onion
- 1 can of chickpeas
- 250ml of plant milk (I recommend coconut, almond or oat milk)
- 2 cups of basmati rice
- 1 scoop of coconut oil
- 1 scoop of curry paste (or to taste)
- your choice of frozen herbs
- tumeric, curry powder, salt, pepper
Start by chopping the sweet potato, zucchini and onion. Feel free to add any veggies you have at your house. The onion is optional and you can also use a red one instead. Simultaneously heat up the coconut oil and plant milk in a big pot. Once that’s hot, put the vegetables and chickpeas into the mix and let is simmer until it’s all nice and soft. Modify to your liking here, beans, lentils, everything is possible.
While you’re waiting for the veggies, make the rice. The way I like to do it is the Persian way, which goes like this: Put a scoop of coconut oil into a pot and let it melt. Add two cups of basmati rice (very important, has to be basmati) and four cups of water. Throw a pinch of salt into the mix and then wait for the rice to soak up all the water by using medium to high heat. Once the water is gone, turn down the flame to the smallest amount possible and cover the pot with a tea cloth and a bowl, to not let any of the steam that’s created get out. Let it sit there for about 20 to 25 minutes.
Back to our curry, next are spices. Add a scoop of curry paste to the vegetables, this will make it spicy, make sure to start with a small amount and slowly work your way up. Disclaimer: Curry Paste is not vegan! It has shrimp paste in it, which is made of shrimp – duh. If you want this dish to be 100% vegan, skip this step. I personally have already had this product at home before I realized it wasn’t vegan, so I’m using it up. It’s about progress, not pressure. Now that we have that covered, also put in the tumeric, curry powder, salt and pepper to your taste. This is very individual.
Once you’ve mixed it all up and are happy with the result, all you have to do is wait for the rice to be done and then it’s time to serve the whole thing.
Make sure to tag me in the pictures and use the hashtag #parisophieeats, in case you try it.
Other than that, voilá – enjoy!
I’ve touched on this topic before, but it’s so present in my own life right now, that I wanted to write about it a little more.
The term “me-time” is very popular at the moment and while it sounds a bit cliché, it is so very important. The last time I addressed this issue, it was focused more on feeling good yourself in order to help others feel good. This time I’m taking the egoistic approach of things: feeling good yourself in order to just feel good for yourself!
I am the most important person in my life. Some of you might think I’ve totally gone mad now, but I absolutely mean it and I think everyone should start implementing the same pattern into their own lives. Why? Well, I am the person, I’m spending the rest of my life with. I am the person, who’s thoughts I’m listening to 24/7. I live in this body that carries me my whole life. I feel the feelings that occur throughout the day. Also, I am the start of change, if I want to change the world. I am the role model, that I want to see in others. I am the start and end of everything that’s happening in this lifetime.
My focus for this post is not just to take time for yourself, when you feel totally drained and don’t know how to move forward anymore. I want to point out that it’s equally as important to give yourself space, in times where life is bloody awesome. The times where your career is taking off at full speed and you love it so much, you could work all day long. The times where you’re totally falling in love and could spend your time with the other person for days on end. The times where the sun is shining so brightly and you’re out and about with your friends all the time. I’m talking about the good times, the really, really good times of life. Claim your alone time in those phases too. You need it to process. You need it to sort out your thoughts and calm your energy.
When everything goes right, we tend to be on some sort of “high”. Like we could take on the whole world and are almost invincible. Now, don’t get me wrong, ride the high! Enjoy it! Memorize every single second of it. Just make sure you do it consciously, mindfully. Be 100% present, with everything you have. I find, in order to do that, you need to process that high. It’s still just as high, if not even higher, by claiming your space, you’re just able to relax into it more.
Another thing that’s important to mention here: figure out what your alone time should look like. Some people like to go for a walk, some want to mindlessly watch a TV-series, while others would rather meditate for hours. Get to know yourself, find out what calms you most and then keep on doing that.
Be by yourself, you’re amazing.
„It doesn’t bother me,
so why bother?“
as I hear it,
My mind is speeding,
a thousand miles an hour.
echoing in my head.
just the question.
they’re not for me.
It’s not me that cares,
I care too much about others.
What a relief.
“It doesn’t bother me,
so why bother?”
7:30am. Saturday. I’m sitting in a bus to Munich. Tired. Leaving the house while it’s still dark outside is not my favorite. We start driving and slowly leave the city. As we drive onto the highway, it happens. The sun starts to rise and I’m internally freaking out about how awesome it looks. Orange, pink, purple sky, with the bright fireball rising behind the snow covered mountains of Austria. Breathtaking. I look out the window, my mouth wide open, stunned, as I notice, no one else is impressed. No one of the other passengers seem to even realize, what an amazing spectacle is going on. Right in front of their eyes. Right outside the window. I look back at the sky, it gets more beautiful by the second. Me, still mesmerized. Sipping on my black tea. My heart happily dancing to the song of nature. We keep driving. The colorful sky begins to fade, as we move further and further away from it. This miracle happened, with only one out of 21 people noticing. I wonder, how many miracles have I missed?
It’s funny how the title of this post is German, but I’m writing it in English. Just going with whatever feels most natural here. I’ve been meaning to write about this particular topic for a long time now. Literally two months. For some reason, I’ve been putting it off though. Well, the reason is, that I’ve been waiting for the right moment. For the right event to pair this with. The right picture to go along with it. But no, this isn’t about perfectionism. This is about me sharing thoughts, that are close to my heart – how ironic, considering, I mostly think with my heart.
Glückskind. I’ve heard this word hundreds of times growing up and still, every time, it has something magical to it. Sometimes I wanted to yell and call bullshit for someone saying it, but most times, I felt incredibly humbled by it. Translated it means “lucky child”, but it’s one of the very few words, I find, the translation doesn’t do it justice. This word has to be said in German.
Here is the story behind it: All my life, my mom has told me
“You’re a Glückskind, Pari, everything you touch is destined to be great.”
Many times that was the response to me worrying about something or asking whether or not I should do that one thing. She always said it in a way, as if there was no doubt at all and that she wouldn’t waste another second even thinking about it. It made me feel very loved and supported as a child, while it made me angry in my teen years. How could someone claim to be so lucky, that they couldn’t fail at anything? How could she make it seem so easy, when all the things I was doing, were hard work? Thinking about my mindset back then, makes me realize how much I’ve truly changed. Now, today, I know – My mom was right. (Duh, they are right most of the times.) I am a Glückskind. I’m privileged enough to have the background, resources, support system and values to do whatever I want in this lifetime. I don’t say that in a cocky way, I feel overly humbled by it and I don’t want to waste it. I want to spend my life doing good things for the world, for the people and especially for myself. Change starts with yourself, so me wanting to make this world a happier place, starts with me being a happier person.
It warms my heart, looking at all the things I’ve accomplished and all the things that have led me here, to this day. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but it was all necessary. I’ve realized this around the time I came back from Thailand last year. Now, every time my mom says this sentence to me, I get a little emotional. I truly feel like I’m at the right place, at the right time, wherever I go. That is a gift, that I’m lucky enough to recognize.
Most people that know me in real life, will know that I have a couple (quite a few) tattoos. I’m not big on sharing them and their meaning on Social Media. They are very personal to me and most of the time I don’t even like the question “What does it mean?” or “Why did you get it?”. This one has to go with this post though, frankly it’s what this post is about. You can see the picture above, it’s wonky, newly done, covered in foil, my arm hair is shaved off and the access ink is coming out, but I love this shot.
I feel so lucky, for so many things, constantly.
Morgen ist Faschingsdienstag und ich möchte das zum Anlass nehmen, um über die Ernsthaftigkeit des Lebens zu schreiben. Ich bin kein großer Fan vom Verkleiden, aber davon, mal die Masken fallen zu lassen. Diese Seriositäts-Masken, damit wir alle schön erst genommen werden. Was soll denn das überhaupt heißen? „Erst genommen werden“. Wer will denn sowas? Ich will lieber leicht genommen werden. Leicht sein, nicht ernst.
Natürlich gibt es Situationen, die nicht lustig sind und ich bin die Erste, die sich für wichtige Themen einsetzt. Für Gerechtigkeit zum Beispiel. Aber im Alltag, ist ein Großteil von den Dingen, über die wir uns den Kopf zerbrechen, die wir analysieren, pfurzegal. Gut, das ist vielleicht auch etwas überspitzt ausgedrückt, aber über Dinge endlos nachzudenken, hilft uns meist auch nicht die Probleme zu lösen. Es kommt sowieso so, wie es kommt, da wäre es doch zur Abwechslung mal ganz gut, es mit mehr Leichtigkeit zu sehen.
Außerdem sollten wir unsere Phantasie mehr fordern. Wir trainieren tagtäglich unser logisches Denkvermögen, aber was ist mit dem Unlogischen? Es macht nicht immer alles Sinn, so ist das Leben. Trotzdem ist es sinnvoll. Unsinn – einem Kind zu sagen, dass es nur Unsinn im Kopf hat, ist doch wohl eines der schönsten Komplimente. Je älter wir werden, desto weniger denken wir über den Tellerrand hinaus.
„Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.“
– Alice im Wunderland
Los! Denk dir sechs unglaubliche Dinge aus. Und glaube an sie.
Elephanten haben einen Schnabel. Meine Haare sind lila. Ich liebe Karotten. Die Welt ist eine Scheibe. Geld wächst auf Bäumen. Alle Menschen sind glücklich.
Fordere deine Phantasie heraus. Trainiere dein Gehirn mal umgekehrt, nicht logisch, sondern unlogisch. Sei verrückt! Ach, verrückt sein. Mich macht es am glücklichsten, wenn mir gesagt wird, dass ich verrückt bin. Ver-rückt. „Du bist doch nicht normal!“ Ja, wer will das schon sein? Und was ist normal überhaupt? Abnormal. Von der Norm abweichend. Je mehr Menschen das tun, desto normaler wird es. Weichen wir doch alle mal ab! Machen wir abnormal zur Norm. Stellen wir die Welt auf den Kopf. Mal alles kunterbunt und ganz anders. Pipi-Langstrumpf-Style. Ja – diese Woche, seid mehr Pipi.
Was kann schon schlimmes passieren?
„You inspire me so much!“
Reading those words,
still half asleep.
Getting up before the sun,
so worth it,
for these letters.
it’s an odd thing.
Giving it to others,
without having it,
As saying goodbye to the moon
and hello to the sun.
no one ever has it.
Nothing to give or take,
it’s all around us.
Dass wir alle in ein Netz von Vorurteilen hineingeboren werden, ist denke ich kein Geheimnis. Von der Farbe unserer Haut, über die vier Wänden in denen wir leben, zu der Schule die wir besuchen, bis hin zu dem Beruf den wir ausüben. Alles kann irgendwie in irgendeine Schublade gesteckt werden. Man schließt von einer Eigenschaft auf die nächste und voilá, man meint die ganze Person zu kennen. Ich denke, dass diese Schlussfolgerungen Menschen dabei helfen, sich sicher zu fühlen. Wenn jeder in ein Muster passt, dann ist die Gesellschaft aufgeräumt, ordentlich. Die Wahrheit ist aber, dass die wenigsten einfach so in eine Ecke gedrückt werden können.
Anlass dieses Posts und Themas ist eine Unterhaltung, die ich im vergangenen Wochenende mit einer Teilnehmerin des Yogaworkshops hatte, den ich auch besucht habe. Bei der Frage, wie oft und wo ich unterrichte, ist klar geworden, dass ich pro Woche recht viele Kurse leite. Die Worte „Dann machst du das ja schon fast hauptberuflich?“ von ihr waren absolut nett und euphorisch gemeint, während mich meine Antwort darauf, seitdem nicht mehr loslässt. „Ja stimmt, ich mache das quasi hauptberuflich. Aber ich studiere auch noch!“ Sofort bin ich vor mir selbst etwas erschrocken. Ich bin hauptberuflich Yogalehrerin. Ich will hauptberuflich auch Yogalehrerin sein. Was ist es, das mich dazu bringt, mein Studium erwähnen zu müssen? Das eine hat mit dem anderen nichts zu tun. Es ist als bräuchte ich eine Legitimation, um sagen zu dürfen, dass Yoga zu unterrichten, mein Beruf ist. Fast so, als ob diese Tätigkeit nicht gut genug wäre. Was ist es, dass wir in der heutigen Gesellschaft immer alles werten müssen? Dass es für alles klare Linien und Grenzen geben muss? Ich habe mich dann gefragt, ab wann man etwas hauptberuflich ausübt. Ist es gemessen an dem Arbeitsaufwand? Oder daran, wie viel man dadurch verdient? Warum kann man es nicht an dem Herzblut messen, das man in bestimmte Dinge steckt? Und wieso muss Freizeit und Beruf immer so klar getrennt sein? Ich denke das rührt daher, dass die meisten Menschen keinen Spaß an ihrem Job haben. Sie fühlen sich gezwungen, Dinge zu tun, die sie in ihrer Freizeit nie tun würden. Vielleicht liegt darin der große Error. Wie wäre es damit, sich im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes, sein Hobby zum Beruf zu machen? Die Dinge zu finden, die einem Spaß machen und das als Grundlage dafür zu nehmen, womit man seinen Lebensunterhalt verdient? Viel zu viele Menschen wissen gar nicht, was ihnen Freude bereitet, weil sie viel zu beschäftigt damit sind, sich unglücklich zu arbeiten. So etwas war für mich nie eine Option. Ich sehe diese Verfahrenheit viel zu deutlich, als dass ich mich ihr selbst hingeben würde.
Am allermeisten muss ich mich hier wohl aber selbst an die Nase nehmen. Die Tatsache, dass ich mich diesen Vorurteilen, Normen und Ansprüchen derart hingebe, zeigt mir, dass ich trotz meines Bewusstseins dem gegenüber, immer noch ein kleiner Zacken in den Rädern der Gesellschaft bin. Also lasst uns das hiermit ändern: Ich bin Yogalehrerin. Das ist mein Beruf. Mein Haupt- und einziger Beruf. Das macht mich nicht besser, schlechter, attraktiver, unattraktiver, schlauer, dümmer, verrückter oder normaler. Das macht mich nichts, außer glücklich.
Ich verabschiede mich mit einem meiner Lieblingszitate von Julia Engelmann:
„Lasst uns Dinge tun weil wir können und nicht müssen.“
Disclaimer: I’m neither a doctor, nor a nutritionist. I have no idea about how much protein, carbs or stardust a human should consume in a day. In ten years there might be studies about how the amounts of matcha I’m drinking could kill me and I would have had no clue.
One more thing: I’m a spoiled brat. My grandmom cooked my food all my life. It’s incredible how yummy her meals are and I’m super jealous of that skill. Also, I suck at cooking. No, I’m not being humble here, I suck at cooking, big time.
Now, Pari, what is this all about?
I want to tell you a little bit about my personal eating story.
I grew up in a household, where eating meat and dairy was totally normal, while engraving a huge love for all animals into our hearts too.
When I was about nine years old, I remember watching a documentary on how cows are killed, before we can eat them. At the end of that documentary, I was devastated and wrote down a plan on this little piece of paper “When I grow up, I am going to be a vegetarian and a veterinary doctor”. I told my grandmom all about it, hide the paper in the depth of my bedroom and sort of forgot about it. Two years later, I slowly started to be grossed out by the blood that would come out of a steak, when eating it at my dad’s restaurant. I stopped eating red meat and just had chicken and turkey, until about 1.5 years afterwards, on a sunday, the fourth of April (I know this, because it was the Easter sunday of that year), my mom made bread. Not any kind of bread, but this dish, where you bake a whole piece of ham in bread dough. I had one slice of that dish, got up from the table and announced “From now on I’m a vegetarian!” – being dramatic as always. Most of my family smiled and didn’t really believe me. Fast forward to almost nine years later, today, they know I was for real. I haven’t touched any kind of meat since then. I also don’t eat fish. It’s easy, I don’t eat anything that was alive once.
I am a strict vegetarian, have been since the day I started. I’m the type of person that does everything, or nothing. Since I live with meat eaters, I would just pick out the actual meat and still eat the sauce, for example. It worked for me. I was very happy with being a vegetarian that way and kept saying “I don’t know if I’ll ever eat meat again, but being vegan is crazy, I couldn’t do it.”. Jokes on me. About two years ago now, something changed. On social media, I kept gravitating toward accounts that put up vegan recipes. In supermarkets, I would try to find vegan alternatives to dairy products and think about dishes that could be vegan. I became a vegetarian because I love animals too much to eat them. I don’t see a difference between a dog and a cow. Looking into veganism more and more, I feel the urge to make more plant based choices. I won’t go into the details of why I think, not eating animal products is a good thing. It just feels right in my heart and I want to listen to that.
Bottom-line: I’m a wannabe vegan now. If I was more devoted, I would be a strict vegan. But I have to admit, that I’m mostly too lazy to pre-cook meals to take with me on the go, or always make every dish from scratch in the first place. I love the idea of living a plant based life and am trying not to be too hard on myself. Making more conscious choices is progress. Baby steps still make you move forward.
Why am I writing all of this? As you have grasped by now, I’m lacking the cooking skills, since I was lucky enough to be treated to awesome meals all day, every day. With me trying to eat more plant based, my grandmom went on a strike and doesn’t enjoy cooking for me any longer, which forces me to turn on survival mode and improve my kitchen knowledge. I have a couple of recipes that I love and keep rotating, but want to expand (a lot). For example, saturday’s lunch was a total fail, while sunday’s dinner was a hit. It gave me the idea of a new Hashtag – #parisophieeats.
I want to take you along on my journey. Share recipes, that some of you might enjoy too. Also share the things that didn’t work out for me. As I’m sharing parts of my life here, I thought, I might as well share this bit too. I want to show the process of a real life person. I don’t glamorize veganism. I think it’s freaking hard, in a world where the standard diet always contains some kind of animal product, but let’s give it a shot. And honestly, maybe this isn’t just about being vegan. Maybe this is about me learning to cook. I might share simple vegetarian meals too, because nothing is just black or white, good or bad.
So, just letting you know, that I’m still eating solid food and not living off of light and love, even though that would be awesome.
Cheers to coconut milk and hummus,
PS.: This picture was taken in Thailand, because my food never looks this intriguing. Gonna have to change that.