Some days are infinitely long. Minutes drag on, clocks stand still, and time turns into thick, slimy soup. Other days turn into months gone by between heartbeats. Time is relative. We've known since Einstein. And regardless of how hard we try to stay occupied and distracted, we haven't yet managed to enslave its passing. Days are slow ...

Party at my place, and I’m just not feeling it. Space cookies, delicious Italian white wine and just a tad too loud music blasting through the speaker. So I’m out and about, getting some fresh air, escaping the feeling of being trapped in my home. Not suited for this. And fully accepted for that. I’ve given up trying to enjoy the atmos...

The sun has gone down below the horizon, and apart from a couple of playing children and some distant cars, it is silent. Predawn. Nothing more to do, nothing more to be. I cherish these moments a lot. Perhaps a little more than usual these days. At least I give them more attention because I long so desperately for them during the day....

I began the day with quitting my job. My fingers were shaking as I hit enter and waited for a response, but as the minutes ticked by, my elation grew. I had quit. My old life was coming to an end; a new one could begin. Five hours later, I received a phone call from a ux designer who was ready to hire me as a ux writer at the Scandinav...

Transitions seems to be the topic of the upcoming two months. Projects are ending, new beginnings are opening up, and life seems to be heading in a meaningful direction again: • I will finally finish my dance training (the next few weeks I have already been hired to do 3 (3!!) workshops for students – absolutely incredible! More to com...

I've always had a strong sense of what felt right and what felt wrong. Throughout my life I let that guide me blindly, trusting my inner voice to know what I was meant to do. Making big life decisions was a lot easier this way – at least something was there to guide me, although it wasn't always easy to listen within. However, there wa...

I'm a radical sort of person, or rather, a person with no sense of moderation. Once I've made up my mind on something, I don't compromise or go for it half-heartedly. I take the plunge and see what happens. That's how I left everything I knew behind and moved to Vienna. That's how I left everything I knew behind and moved from Vienna. ...

I'm a girl with big aspirations. I don't just want to live; I want to actively take part in life, co-create it, unfold it, help evolution along. I'm a Dreamer. With capital D. Yet, I'm also a Doer. I walk the steps, acknowledge the facts and navigate between possibilities, opportunities and fallacies. Today is the closest we get to tom...

Today is one of those days where I have to look back on my life, back on all the shit I've gone through, all of those challenges I've mastered, and where I have to say to myself: Goddamnit girl, you made it, be proud of yourself. I'm sharing this because it's been a tough week. I've been murderously angry, deeply sorrowful, and endless...

I've always understood confidence as extroversion; if you were outgoing, talkative and enjoyed being the center of attention, you were confident, you had self-esteem, you felt comfortable in your own skin. As a consequence, confidence has always seemed outside my reach. I'm naturally introverted in my approach of experiencing the world...

I love black/white photography. There is something beautifully simple about breaking an image down into a color palette of grays. Add a little contrast, turn up the highlight a bit, accentuate a certain shade of gray and you have a picture that's beautiful and simple. Interestingly enough, however, nothing in life is black and white li...

I want to try out a little experiment: What might happen if I only work 4 hours a day? Too often I walk home with my brain absolutely fried and no capacity to do much more than eat and sleep. Self-preservation, and nothing else. It sucks. I'm a side project enthusiast; my projects give me energy, develop me, and fuel the work I do at m...

For the first time in my life, I feel Fernweh. I've always been an explorer of worlds – of my inner worlds, that is. I've always wondered, reflected, been curious about my inner landscapes, and I would said that I've become a very self-aware person as a result of it. I know my inner motives, my weaknesses, my strengths. I know what I'm...

Returning home after 16 months abroad feels like a dream. Not in the sense of it being a goal, but more in the sense of it being surreal. Everything has changed, yet nothing has. What has been, still is – the same patterns, the same routines, the same personalities. It's suffocating. Being confronted to starkly with my past life has gi...

Throughout all her life, Kaya reached for the stars. Today she took the final leap and became a new star in the night sky. A great loss for everyone who knew her, and a great gift too. Her light will be there for many centuries to shine for those who seek guidance. She lived a long and full life. Colorful, courageous, contagious. She s...

A question has been on my mind these last couple of days which has significantly changed how I look upon my life: How old do I want to become? I have a bad habit of putting a lot on my plate and perhaps pushing myself a little harder than necessary. I have done and achieved a lot as a result of it, but I also feel the strain of living ...

I am intuitive to the core. I don't think about things and don't make decisions based on how I feel. Fear doesn't matter, discomfort doesn't matter, excitement doesn't matter. I just follow my intuition, no matter what. It is rarely easy, it is mostly terrifying, and so far it has always been the right thing to do. 18 months ago, I stu...