This week has been a bit of a challenge for me. Emotionally, I have been feeling on edge, fragile and overwhelmed by things I usually handle and approach with my usual can-do-attitude; physically I have been tired, weak, with dizzy spells, missing my energetic, lively body that carries me through life every day. Logically, I know it is most likely the time of the year, the Christmas blues and fighting God knows how many germs I am subjected to on a daily basis. I know it will pass, as certain as Spring will come in all its glory, those luscious smells, those pastel colours, that tentative warmth of sunshine that lets you wear a t-shirt outside for the first time in months. It’s not like me to dwell on things – I always have another plan if one doesn’t work out. Hope never fails me, it never has. However, this week has felt differently. Maybe it is a virus. Maybe it is Holocaust Memorial Day, highlighting the horrors of my country’s dark history and the pain I feel for all its victims. Maybe it is the problems of my students, which I carry with me and think about, more than I probably should. Maybe it is the worry about Brexit, and the uncertainty it holds for me. Maybe it is just ‘Weltschmerz’, lamenting the inadequacy of the state of the world, a feeling of carrying the problems of the world on one’s shoulders. Maybe it is all those changes and challenges I have set for myself in the next year. Knowing that I am the maker of my own fate, luck and misery is a heavy burden. Who knows. I don’t. Whilst I can hear sirens of German police cars in my head, simultaneously to the snoring of my baby boy, I am aware that the reality on hand and the reality of my head are two different things. It’s never as bad as it seems. Change will come and create a new reality. Dark clouds will pass and make space for light. I am grateful for those challenging times, not now, but in hindsight. They make me appreciate those moments of brilliance, when my world turns in the right direction, when the puzzle pieces click together. There is always tomorrow and next week. It will be ok.
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Hello, my name is Carola and I am a writer, content and copywriter. Passionate from a young age about the spoken and written word, a university professor visiting my class in primary school took one of my stories to show to his students. He was impressed by my ability to tell a compelling story, my eye to detail and knowledge to engage a reader. Writing was "my thing" throughout education, but after finishing my degree in International Studies, I fell into a buying career and writing became limited to emails and marketing texts. However, after the birth of my first child I started writing again and became as obsessed as I was before. I started my blog "Chameleon in High Heels" to publish some personal essays, preserving my thoughts, observations and experiences of modern life, as well as giving me a platform to showcase my writing style. Soon, friends asked me to look over their work and help them with their writing. I started submitting guest blogs and articles to online magazines and through networking landed my first copywriting and content writing jobs. Setting up my own little business felt like the natural next step - welcome to "Chameleon Content and Copywriting". Whether you need content for a new or existing website, copy for products or marketing, or if you are unsure where to start with a blog - send me an email with your questions and I will be happy to have a chat and see how I can help you. Another one of my passions is photography and creating content for small businesses. If you are in need for some beautiful product shots, flat lays or lifestyle shots, contact me for more information and a sample of previous work. I will always give you a little sample before you commit to me writing for you, so do get in touch - what have you got to lose? View all posts by Chameleon Content and Copywriting