Looking back at 2022
What a fucking year, I thought when I looked back at 2020. What a fucking year, I thought when I looked back at 2021. And now, looking back at 2022, again; what a fucking year. Let's rewind. January: Mezcal, Mexico, and Covid January kicked off in Mexico. These
A series of tiny life crisis
Today is January 10, and I've been Client Work Free for over two months. No need to panic. It's not a failure; it's by design. Make time for reflection At a recent dinner, my friends and I talked about how easy it is to
Waking dreams
It's been a month back in the default world. A month filled with delicious showers, work headaches, and little time to process while trying to stay calm and not divorce my parakeet. With dubious success, I might add, but that's a story for another time. Burning
📚 Hot book summer
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On finding creativity again
I missed the first train. Complete stop on the Jubilee line. Got the next one. Changed in some tiny town. Arrived in Hepton Bridge. Walked along the picturesque canals. Stopped to buy toothpaste. Got on the bus. The driver was friendly, the way only a bus driver in a small
Week 22
Monday. A week that takes us into June, and as good time as any to get back into old-school blogging. Don't worry, I won't start posting photos of my breakfast. I recently did a writers retreat and if there is one thing I take with me,
Trust beats perfection
Back in my corporate days, when I was in the office working 9-to-5, I learned the ropes of consultancy and project management by being wholly absorbed in my work for years and making approximately 374 mistakes on a daily basis. One particular lesson, or rather a four-year-long course, is what
Hiking Acatenango
I am not saying I'm writing this post only to share my volcano pictures, but I will admit it is a contributing factor. If you had spent all that effort dragging your massive camera on top of a volcano and standing in close to freezing temperatures to take
Coming home
2015 I went nomadic. It was supposed to be a four-month-long break from my dreary Swedish routine. I would keep working in corporate but trade the 07:08 subway commute to an early morning walk on the beach, my winter coat to a bikini, and office life to something with
On beginning, again
When was the last time you felt happy and content?
