Last time I wrote about normality and it continued in earnest last weekend. On Thursday a former colleague asked if we wanted to go to a concert on Friday. The same thing was in our town in the pedestrian zone as part of a small festival spread across the city. It was completely natural that she asked Nicole and just as naturally she went. It was pretty crowded, but I still felt comfortable and quite confident. Not just with the familiar cheese and wine, but generally the whole evening.
Small concert, no problem at all. Saturday was the next step. We had tickets for Roland Kaiser's concert in the Waldstadion and Nicole had bought the tickets. What would previously have degenerated into days, if not weeks, of planning and nervousness would have set in days beforehand was not an issue at all this time. It was only during the course of Saturday that I decided what I wanted to wear. No sign of nervousness, not in the days before and not on the day of the event either. The only thing that worried me was whether my make-up would hold in temperatures over 30°. Wearing the thinnest blouse I have (which had served me well the first time in Basel in high temperatures), I took a taxi to the stadium. It was really busy and I was right in the middle of it all. I had bought tickets for the area directly in front of the stage and since we were there quite early, we were only a few rows away from the barriers. I saw a colleague (who knew about it) and kept looking around curiously to see if there were any more familiar faces. But out of pure interest, I simply didn't care if anyone saw me. After an incredibly great concert, we went with the crowds to the S-Bahn and then home. Everything was totally relaxed and as I said to Claudia, the next step is to fly to the moon. It was almost not worth mentioning that we were at the festival again on Sunday if it hadn't been for the nice time and conversation with Philipp and his mother, over delicious cheese and wine.
On Tuesday there was another surprise. I went out to eat with a colleague and on the way back he suddenly said that I didn't have to hide my nails from him. He had noticed that I had hidden my fingers in the office a few times. He said in a really nice and open way that it was completely fine for him and not an issue at all. Of course, acceptance doesn't have to be communicated, but for people who are worried, a statement that they shouldn't worry feels good. In fact, it was only the second person from my work environment who approached me of their own accord and both responses were positive 😊
With these positive thoughts, I wish my followers a magical time and see you soon
Your Nicole
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