All posts by lifeismyuniversity

My name is Lia. I am married and we have 3 daughters and 2 dogs. I was born in 1956 in Tanzania and when I was nine years old I moved with my family to the Netherlands where I have lived most of my life. From 2000-2004 we have lived in Italy. It wasn’t until 2016 that I went back to Tanzania to visit the places where I have been before (a lot of the photographs we took, will be used in my blog). Although I have never been excluded I did feel lost in this world and never really knew what I wanted. Finally I start to get a glimpse of whom I truly am at the age of 60 : ) years young. So if I would describe myself now I would say that I am open-minded, optimistic and humoristic (don’t take life to serious is my motto). I always like to tell my view on different topics that sometimes irritates my near and dear family (though, they still love me for who I am). So I think they are quite happy that I can express my self through a blog so they don’t have to listen to all my stories ; ). In 2010 I started to read other blogs that gave me a different view of life and influenced my way of thinking. They also inspired me to start my own blog and finally I am ready to take the step to have my own blog. Life is my University is true. Life made me into ME. I want to share what stirs inside of me, what makes me laugh, what makes me cry. Besides that I want to talk about what is happening in the world around us. Although I am Dutch, I decided to write in English. When you see some strange sentences, you will know it is my Dutch background. Don’t hesitate to correct me when I am wrong. Everybody I pass on this journey will have influence on my path! I hope to meet you!



She can not believe
All the grief
All the hurt
That occurred

All this hate
Such a waste
“Her body” she did sacrifice
For all of our lies

She has had enough
Of living Without love
To Heaven she prayed
To come to her Aid

For the old to fade
And to come out of the shade
To our surprise
As a Phoenix She will arise

Then absolutely
We will all see her beauty



Time puts us under pressure
No time for any leisure
At least that is what we believe
It is about what we need to achieve

We always need to be busy
No time to feel dizzy
It makes us all crazy
But otherwise you are lazy

When not on time, we are late
We would even forget our date
But wait a minute!
Are we not acting like an idiot?

If we continue
We might need to review
Why we are always in a hurry
And always in a worry

Why are we over booking?
What are we overlooking?
To remember how to feel
What is phony and what is real?

Stop, and take your time
Do not undermine
The importance of a rest
Letting go of all the stress

The hairdresser




I once had my hair done
Just for fun
My hair is very straight
So I looked for a new fate

Like so many girls
I wanted real curls
The image I saw was what I meant
So I felt very confident!

After the hours I sat
I wished I had a hat!
I wanted to weep
In the mirror I looked at a sheep!

My hair also looked grayer
So I did a little prayer
Would my boyfriend see
It was really me?

The house did really rock
When my boyfriend was in shock
Our relationship did survive
We became husband and wife

It appears
For 36years: ))
Beautiful curls on a picture
For me is a wrong mixture

It can feel like a fight


It can feel like a fight
To let in the light
Your own heart blocked
Your feelings shocked

How can this be so
Everything feels like a No
It feels like a mess
No more No less

Take your time
To realise It is mine
Do not run away
Just Let It stay

Take a good look
From every nook
Do not feel ashamed
Yourself to be blamed

Forgive your dear heart
It is all your own part

Sometimes I want to fly


Sometimes I want to fly
But all I do is just sigh
Where do I go
When I just feel low

What is happening
My wings start flapping
Once I flew
But Now I am overdue

I look for a new nest
Letting the old rest
New feelings start to swell
I can feel It in every cell

It hurts, flying away
From a place I loved to stay
I need to take my own time
To make new things “rhyme”

The old went sour
My wings feel a new Power