tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60354464658154229552024-03-05T21:57:54.610+01:00Barbro AndersenNature, art, yoga, emotions. Random musings from a Norwegian viking.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger551125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035446465815422955.post-4111218505549602322017-04-12T12:05:00.000+02:002017-04-12T12:05:13.658+02:00What if we charged ourselves as often as we charge our phones?<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnLHEX0dVEs/WOWC9057J-I/AAAAAAAADBY/_cFhthMHfFg_PlbVlz3sd6F6HEbIv9mtACLcB/s1600/%255BUNSET%255D%2B%25286%2529a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" id="id_bfa1_d28f_5803_66d8" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnLHEX0dVEs/WOWC9057J-I/AAAAAAAADBY/_cFhthMHfFg_PlbVlz3sd6F6HEbIv9mtACLcB/s1600/%255BUNSET%255D%2B%25286%2529a.jpg" style="height: auto; width: 600px;" /></a><br />
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I find writing to be a very deep form of self study, I even find it meditative at times. I felt forced to quit writing some years ago during a very turbulent time in my life, but that particular situation has changed, and I'm slowly realizing that I'm actually free to do whatever I want now. Free to do what feels good for me. And writing down my deepest thoughts, innermost feelings and personal discoveries has always made me feel better. If only for a minute. It's therapeutic for a busy mind like mine. A way to release tension, create balance and recharge my batteries. Therefore, I'm picking up my pen again, or in this case; a keyboard - so that I can continue my journey, my life.<br />
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I'm a year into my yoga journey now, and even though I'm a long way away from knowing myself fully, I've made some important discoveries along the way - aside from the obvious benefits of my regular asana practice. I've discovered that things that come natural to other people; like resting, restoration and reflection - actually are pretty important tools. Tools we need to survive, even in these modern times. Maybe now more than ever. But, how exactly do you rest? How do you restore? How do you reflect? No one ever taught me <b><i>how</i></b> to do any of these things. So, I started looking for definitions and concrete examples on how to do all these things, because I want practical solutions to my rather impractical problems. Specifics. Maybe even a step by step guide. Life, for dummies. I felt really stupid Googling things like <i>"self love"</i>, <i>"how to rest"</i> and <i>"what is meditation"</i>, to be completely honest, but it was the only way I could think of to learn these things. So that's what I did. <i>And for the record, Google said that self love is "regard for one's own well-being and happiness", whatever that means. </i><br />
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I never really cared about this thing called <i>"well-being"</i> before, not until I discovered yoga last year. I of course wanted to be happy, healthy and a generally good person, but I never really reflected on how I could reach these very vague, yet important, goals in life. I didn't take time to study my thoughts, actions, opinions or reactions, so quite naturally, I never found any kind of answer. Being happy, healthy and good is definitely not something money can buy, even though a lot of people will try and do just that. I'm guilty of trying that. I did that earlier today. But, through some rather intense soul/Google searching, I've ended up with this <b>"self love triangle"</b>, so to speak. No purchases required. This triangle consists of the three things I consider most important for my personal growth and well-being.<br />
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<b>Meditation</b> is a tricky thing. It's a deeply personal and, for the most part, a very private experience. The concept may seem mysterious and rather abstract, and I guess it kind of is. I have not yet mastered meditation. My mind tends to wander, and I just can't seem to concentrate, so I get very frustrated and angry with myself whenever I can't do it on my own. That's not exactly the intended effect.. So, for a long time, I avoided even practicing it, but I recently discovered that guided meditations might be more my thing! I'm currently exploring different versions on audio books, since there really is an app for everything these days. It's going well. I don't recommend trying to understand meditation intellectually, you should use your brain power for more practical things like for example taxes, because I don't think any amount of logic is going to help with this particular practice. But, that's just my personal opinion. Just breathe, and concentrate on the breath. Inhale, exhale, repeat. Practice, and all is coming.<br />
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<b>Mindfulness</b> is another vague, but very necessary tool for me. It's like going on a mini vacation. I have not taken any courses or read any books on the subjects, but I've done a little research online, and it's one of those things that just come very natural to me. I think it's because I'm sensitive and mindful by nature, attentive. I was like this, even as a child. Observant and easily distracted by seemingly insignificant things: a flower growing through concrete or a rusted nail shaped like a half moon in the forest. All the smells, all the textures. I was <i>all over</i> these babies. So now, being present in the moment and finding joy; in the wind, in just breathing, being still, for a minute or two - is second nature to me. It is mindfulness to me. And I genuinely enjoy every second of it. Not everyone around me understands it, but it is not for them to understand. It is for me to experience. I'm not afraid to climb into a ditch to get a beautiful broken branch to bring home with me, or spin around like a ballerina in a parking lot. I don't give a single fuck. It's kind of awesome.<br />
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<b>Restorative yoga</b> is an easier concept to understand. It is a series of super comfortable and supported positions that allow your body to rest completely - so that your mind can rest completely. You get to use all the pillows and blankets and bolsters and blocks to make yourself as comfortable as humanly possible, while soothing music is being played in the background. And you will get to rest. Heavy. On the ground, or even in your bed if you want. I personally love going to restorative yoga classes, because this means I will be guided through every minute and I can allow myself to fully rest more easily. It is, when I think about it, very much like guided meditation.<br />
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So, that's it, my <b>"self love triangle"</b><i>.</i> The tools I use to <i>recharge</i> my body and my mind. I sometimes wish there was an easy way for all of us to recharge our batteries, something quick and efficient, like plugging in to an outlet or swiping a credit card. It would be very convenient, easy, mindless, modern. But, that would be robbing us of a very important human experience; of personal growth, learning and understanding - the world and ourselves. It will get easier with time, I'm sure of that, and maybe someday I will be able to plug in to my consciousness in a single heartbeat and just learn from within. Until then, I will continue my practice, the hard way. If there is one thing I've figured out, it is that the world will go on no matter what I do, so I might as well try and make it a good experience overall. It just took me like thirty years to get here. I need to be brave, so I'm going to try and do exactly that. <i>How about you?</i><br />
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I've been sharing my journey on<b> </b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/ayogajournal/"><b>Instagram</b> </a>for a while now, but sometimes I feel like that format is a little too small for me. Sometimes, it just isn't enough. So, I've decided that I might take up this blogging thing again. At least for today, at least for right now.<br />
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My one year yogiversary is coming up this month, and I feel like it's time to stop and reflect a little deeper on all the beautiful things my practice has given me. I want to give back in some way, maybe inspire someone else to look into yoga, and this is the best way I know how. By sharing my own experiences.<br />
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My yoga is a lifestyle. A mindful and beautiful lifestyle. My yoga cannot really be defined. I am yoga. I am imperfect. And, I am always changing. My yoga is not only about the physical postures, and it's definitely not about being perfect. It's about connecting with myself on a deep level and accepting my journey in life; trying and failing and not giving up. The past is the past - and now is now. Yoga is about being gentle, kind, giving and doing good, not just to others, but to ourselves as well. We don't have to live in a hut deep down in a fjord, do three hours of physical practice every day and only eat oats and berries to be good yogis. We <u>just</u> have to show up for ourselves - and others. And that kind of sums up my whole philosophy when it comes to yoga.</div>
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Some days, like today, I don't feel like stepping on my yoga mat. I don't even want to leave my house. I don't want to eat or do the dishes or get the mail. My mind is heavy. I feel drained, tired and stressed. I feel a lot, and I often do. It's exhausting at times, and a beautiful gift other times. But today, it is just exhausting. Yoga isn't a cure for my fatigue or depression, it doesn't take away my chronic pain, and it definitely doesn't perform any kind of miracle. It's a tool, and with this tool I can do some much needed work on myself. I can do physical postures or just take a moment and breathe, deeply, which is something I really suck at on a general basis. I can sit down on the floor and be completely still, even thought it may feel like one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. There is no phone, no TV, no iPad to distract me. Nothing. It's just me and my messy mind. And that is terrifying. To meet myself like that, completely, is a very scary thing. But, I will do it. Again and again. I will roll out my mat later today, and I will go sit on it and face my inner monsters. I will take a moment, I will breathe, and I will do this beautiful thing for myself, because, <b>I know,</b> without a shadow of a doubt, that I will feel better afterwards. My shoulders will have dropped down from my ears, my heartbeats will have slowed down and I will feel much calmer. It doesn't matter to me if this little break from reality lasts for three minutes - or three hours. All that matters to me is <i>that exact </i>moment of completeness<i>; of unity</i>. When it feels like I'm watching a rain storm from afar, while drowning in sunlight. That, to me, is yoga.<br />
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It's cold, but not freezing. The leaves aren't completely white with ice just yet; just burnt orange and beautiful reds. The trees are almost completely naked now, stripped down to the bare bark. There is a few stubborn leafs left. It's beautiful and sad and beautifully sad. I've been watching them transform, very closely, from crazy little green trolls to insanely beautiful pieces of art. She's quite good at these seasonal art installations, our mother earth.</div>
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I spent my day raking leaves and doing yoga outside in the damp, yellow grass. My shoes are covered in mud, so I had to leave them outside, and my nose is still slightly pink - but I couldn't leave that outside. I am living slowly. I'm learning that it's OK to be soft and sensitive and silly and care deeply about small things; like a heart shaped leaf or that perfectly circular watermark a warm cup of tea leaves on a table. It's who I am, and I don't need to justify my actions or thoughts or feelings to anyone. Not even myself. It's both strange and liberating at the same time. I will continue to convince myself that I am in fact OK. Someday I might believe it, fully. My goal is to silence these voices within me that craves perfection, and search for peace instead. And it's OK if I fall flat on my face while I search for it, I've done it a hundred times already and it is what the ground is there for; catching me when I fall.</div>
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This summer I want to meditate and swim. I want to do yoga in the sun and I want to eat all the watermelon I can carry home with me. I want to drink sparkling water and pick wild flowers. I want to take my lil family for long walks in the woods, and sleep outside in a tent where I'll wake up all sweaty and nostalgic. I want to strengthen my body and calm my mind. I want to feel the wind on my skin and grass underneath my feet. Go on road trips and eat ice cream and look at pretty things.</div>
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I don't know where this new found calmness comes from. Or, I <b><i>do </i></b><i><b>know</b></i>, but I'm finding it hard to believe - and understand. It's all a little confusing, to be honest. I've always been a sensitive girl, and a little (a lot) strange, but this feels different somehow. Maybe I'm having a manic episode/mental breakdown, and I don't even realize it. If I am, that's OK, because it's making me feel good, and everything that makes me feel good is OK in my book. Calmness is not something that comes easy for me, it never has been, so I'm welcoming it with my arms (<i>and <a href="http://www.mindbodygreen.com/0-91/The-7-Chakras-for-Beginners.html">chakras</a></i>) wide open.</div>
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I'm just feeling <i>more </i>grounded. It's weird, because I always thought I was rather down to earth, but now I see that I might have been floating around like an old balloon for quite some time. Much like the ones that escape from children's sticky McDonald's fingers and just float around aimlessly for a couple of weeks. I'm glad I'm not that balloon anymore. It's nice down here where the wild flowers grow, and the hedgehogs wobbles. I think I'll stay here for a while.</div>
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I didn't plan on this to happen. It just did.This winter has been particularly hard for my body. No one seems to know why or what is causing it, well, except from my other 99 problems. I was having so much trouble with my back and my neck, I was in constant pain and all I wanted to do was throw up and sleep. Painkillers just took the edge off, heating bottles worked while the water was still hot. I was desperate, so I started stretching. Flat on the floor, just trying to get some relief from the pain. Pressure balls, my fists, anything that could help - I was trying it.<br />
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At first, I started using my wife's foam roller to try and crush knots in my upper back and neck. It seemed to work, but only while I was doing it. As soon as I stopped, the pain returned. I experimented with different poses and ended up in what I now know is called a <i>plough</i> in the yogi-world. It was the most comfortable I had been in months. So, I just started hanging out in the plough position, not knowing why it worked and not caring. <i>It was working</i>. It was instant pain relief, and I just wanted to stay like that forever. That's about two months ago.<br />
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Now, I'm using my body for <i>good </i>every day. I've slowly been changing my daily routines, sneaking in mindful moments and meditative breaks throughout the day. Working on my breath and stretching muscles that's been hibernating for years. It's been hard, and it will still be hard - but I've decided it's worth it. Short term <i>and </i>long term.<br />
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I have fallen in love. I never thought it would happen to me again, especially since I'm still in love and married to the love of my life. <i>Ida is totally fine with it, btw - we have a very open relationship like that. </i>I'm dating Yoga, and it's getting serious, fast. We've only just met, like two months ago, but I can already tell we're soul mates.<br />
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I can't change my history, but I can learn from it. I accept my past and I embrace my present. Maybe I'll share this journey with you, maybe I wont, but for the first time in years I'm inspired to write something. And I have what I can only assume is that thing everyone calls <i>"hope"</i>. Now that's something!<br />
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Ever since we moved here this summer, the sky has been celebrating <i>our arrival </i>with surreal explosions of color at the end of the day, just like this. It has truly left me speechless, and almost breathless, at times. I've never felt more welcome to a place. It just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I'll disappear for an unknown period of time, and if Ida comes looking for me, I'm usually standing upstairs just gazing out the window. The neighbors must think I'm crazy.<br />
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It's finally starting to feel like we've moved into a permanent home. I can breathe again. Most of our stuff, except from a lot of unknown junk in the basement, is unpacked. I now know how long it takes to go grocery shopping, and when the sun sets at night. I know where the floor makes little squeaking sounds and I've come to terms with the fact that the fridge door opens right to left, and not the other way around. I know where to get the best Chinese take away, and where not to order food again. For a girl that hates change, this move sure has been an adventure. </div>
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I'm starting to crawl out of hibernation. Like a sloth, everything moves very slowly with me. Breakfast at noon, a shower at 3 PM, maybe a breath of fresh air around 5 PM. Slowly, but surely, steadily. I can feel my body coming to life again. It's been a particularly long winter for me.</div>
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Do you, or your kids, get surprised when you see a wild animal; except squirrels in a park or pigeons on the street? How many butterflies did you see last summer? When is the last time you were stung by a wasp? Does anyone you know have skin cancer? Have the trees in your neighborhood always looked so sad? Where are all the birds? And frogs? Has the stream you played by as a kid dried up? Are there no fish left in the lake up north?<br />
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Think about it. I mean, <b>really</b> think about it.<br />
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Our lungs aren't designed to withstand and fight polluted air every day. Our eyes aren't just windows made for us to peer out at different screens all day. Our hands are meant for more than typing on a keyboard and pressing buttons all day. We need to start thinking about the future, and act accordingly. Actually <b>see </b>the extreme warning signs nature is hurling at us, take responsibility, and <b>do something</b>. Don't ignore your instincts. The simple truth is that rising temperatures doesn't just impact your electricity bill because you need more air condition during summer. It kills wild life.<br />
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<i>"The animals may not be able to thank us for allowing them to live, and they certainly wouldn’t do the same thing for us if our positions were reversed. But it’s we, not they, who need life to have meaning".</i><br />
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Are you happy?<br />
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Meaning in life isn't money, promotions, town houses, designer clothes, two cars. Meaning is love, and happiness. To breathe fresh air, make love, turn the world into a better place, grow, understand, hurt and heal. Not obliterate the very reason for our existence.<br />
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So, why are we destroying what gives life meaning? Why are we killing the one planet that can sustain life itself?<br />
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Take a step back, and see the big picture. It's pretty fucked up.<br />
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Some days I feel like we, the human race, are the worst thing that has ever happened to earth. Worse than <a href="http://science.nationalgeographic.com/science/prehistoric-world/mass-extinction/">the five big extinctions</a>. We're like an infection that won't go away. A deadly virus. And it makes me so sad. I feel responsible, guilty, angry. And very lonely. <i>Do you ever feel like that?</i><br />
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Some damages are irreversible. Some species are lost forever. But it's not too late to change our history. It's not too late to make sure generations after ours will have clean air to breathe, water to drink, food to eat.<br />
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Are you wondering what <b>you </b>can <i>actually </i>do right now? Here are <a href="http://www.50waystohelp.com/"><b>50 ways to help the planet</b></a>! You don't have to become a vegan to act responsibly, or live in a hut made from recycled wine bottles. The small stuff matters. If we all just do a little more, change a little bit and think further ahead - we can actually make a difference. Please, care.<br />
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I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, because I was. Like, sweaty-palms-and-butterflies-on-steroids-in-my-belly type of nervous. I hardly got any sleep the night before, mostly because I really-really hate all kinds of change. But, I truly wanted to do this. My hair is, and has been, such a big part of my identity. At times it has felt like my whole identity. My curtains, for shutting out the world. My shelter, during all kinds of storms. My protection.</div>
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I was walking to the post office on my first day back in Norway. It was about 4 PM and the sun had almost set. The sky was filled with pink and orange hues, bouncing of lazy clouds against the dark blue nothingness of the sky. The frozen ground danced in colors, glistening ice in pale pinks and pastel orange, covering the aging asphalt. It was a sight for my sore, frozen eyes. A wonderful welcome back to the motherland.<br />
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Happy new year, lovelies! <br />
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I used to draw and paint when I was a little girl, just like a lot of other girls and boys. I just recently started up again, it just took me about 20 years.<br />
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The other kids in my class used to tear my drawings apart and throw them in the trash. Laugh at them. Steal. So I stopped drawing. I figured there was no point in trying to create something when everyone around me was going to destroy it anyways. These thoughts and feelings stayed with me for years, decades even. I was scared to share anything I created with my own hands with anyone. I still am. But, I just recently realized that these kids aren't around anymore. They're all gone. All that is left is memories, and fear. And even though it scares me to death just talking about it, I'll admit I've always had a dream of becoming an artist. I just kept it to myself. So don't tell anyone, OK? It's our secret.<br />
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October. Only streetlights and raindrops and asphalt and wind. It feels so fast, so slow. I walk on water, terrified I will fall through the surface and drown. I won't, I will never drown. It just feels like I might. <br />
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Since we last spoke, I've been to New York. There I was, alone, free like a bird, roaring the vacant streets on the outskirts of a much too big city, stopping by interesting coffee shops and eating the most wonderful ice cream. It all feels like a dream now, so distant and surreal, as I sit here in my apartment wearing PJ's on a Sunday afternoon. Time goes by so fast when you're living your dreams.<br />
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Thanks a million times to the beautiful<b> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/SamanthaNandezPhotography">Samantha Nandez</a></b> for putting up with me for ten whole days!<br />
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The month before the month of lasts. Last flowers and last strolls in the park, last nights sleeping with the window open and last weekends with fresh berries from the garden. Now I'm older then I've ever been and younger then I'll ever be again, but I don't know where I'm going and I have no idea what I'm doing. <i>Does anyone?</i><br />
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This is the type of outfit I wear when I want to blend in, and these days, that's all the time. I honestly don't know how to dress during summer, especially when it's over 28 degrees Celsius. At home I just skip the pants, and walk around in my t-shirt.<br />
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All I do is eat watermelon, blow soap bubbles and drink ice coffee. I'm sketching a little, but mostly I just spend hours counting bumblebees in the back yard and think about my serious lack of ambition. It's almost time for that inevitable day, July 15. My birthday. I find no pleasure whatsoever in turning older, so I'll just keep on eating watermelon and continue counting baby bugs. Maybe drown my sorrows in giant box of ice cream. Or three.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Quote by John Glenn</span></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035446465815422955.post-21175534315731413662014-06-21T21:37:00.002+02:002014-08-21T00:18:54.300+02:00Life is about more than selfies and hashtags<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Life is about more than selfies and hashtags</b>. <i>"That's rich, coming from you", </i>the realistic and pessimistic critic in my head tell me. I wrote that on Instagram yesterday, and someone, perhaps unknowingly clever, continued my statement with;<i> it's about ice cream as well.</i><br />
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It's the small things in our very busy lives we tend to forget. <b>The most important moments of them all</b>. Like that one time <b>I stepped on a bumblebee</b>. It felt like my big toe was on fire, my whole foot, in fact. It took my step-aunt half an hour to figure out that we should remove the poisonous tail-thingy. I was about twelve years old, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I had a very boyish hair cut and wore red floral shorts. I still watch my step when I walk barefoot in the grass, and I learned something very valuable from the whole experience. <i>Don't step on bumblebees.</i><br />
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Or one of the times, last fall for instance, when I was walking to my very patient psychologist and ended up being late to my appointment because I lost track of time running back and forth through an ocean of leaves. And Instagramming it, of course. I never told her why I was late in the first place. <b>How embarrassing would it be to admit</b> that I have this never ending lust/urge/need/compulsion to re-experience childhood memories? Or would it?<br />
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I try to take all these things with me; the <b>small painful things</b> and the <b>manically fun stuff</b>. I secretly, and openly, act like that kid we're supposed to bury deep inside of us as we grow older.<b> </b>I dress up in my finest, even though I'm not going anywhere - and I eat Ben & Jerry's straight from the box in the middle of the night when I know no one is watching me. <b>And it's OK.</b> It's all these things that make up what we in sixty years will refer to as our life.<br />
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<i>“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8 color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64 color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64 color box, though I've got a few missing. It's okay though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8 color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation. So when I meet someone who's an 8 color type...I'm like, hey girl, Magenta! and she's like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, no I want Magenta!”</i><br />
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I was watching kids play in the park the other day, quite ordinary, but extraordinary still. They seemed like they were living life in slow motion. It saddened me; how a smile and a touch came hand in hand, how the sun shone extra bright upon their tiny little heads and how easy it was for them to laugh. I'll admit, I was jealous. Not of the children, but of how simple life was when I didn't understand that being alive is so fucking hard. Most days, I exist. And that's it. It's the strangest, and most honest, fact I can reveal about myself.<br />
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Oh, how I wish I could say that now that summer finally has arrived,
everything is picture perfect. That the grass is greener and that the strange, white butterflies soaring all around me look like dancing fairies on ecstasy. It is, and they are - but that's just an observational fact. Some days, I just can't face the
world. Some days, I can't even face myself. So I stay in bed, away from
mirrors and shiny surfaces - smiling people and loud noises; and I focus
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<i>Stop waiting for tomorrow; for sunny weather, for the phone to ring, for a warmer day, for the right human to come along, for someone to see you, for the wind to change, for the rain to stop, for the bus to come, for anything, really. Just go. Go ahead, do your own thing. Good things doesn't come to those who wait; good things happen as you go.</i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Quote by Morris West </span></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035446465815422955.post-68427028661813431572014-03-31T23:35:00.002+02:002014-03-31T23:35:36.245+02:00Don't play games with a girl who can play better. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Pullover - Traded // Skirt - <a href="http://only.no/">Only </a>// Headscarf - <a href="http://holzweileragency.com/">Holzweiler </a>// Necklace - unknown // Rings - <a href="http://tomwoodjewellery.com/">Tom Wood</a> // Sunglasses - Cheap Monday x Specsavers // Shoes - Traded (Nine West)</b></div>
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I never thought I'd jump on the sporty trend, but I guess I proved myself wrong today. Well, it's somewhat inspired by sports, at least. In my own way. <i>Go team!</i> Found this pullover at <b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/tradedaynorway">Trade Day</a></b>, a little over a week ago. Wish we had more trade days around the world; who doesn't like shopping without the expenses? I know I do! <b> Trade parties is totally the new black</b>, so if you arrange one - please invite me.<br />
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I don't remember when I bought this dress, but I've had it for years and years. It's still <b>my go-to dress</b> when all else fails; as a top, as a skirt or just as my <b>little black dress</b>. It's very simple, cute and puffy, with a little bit of sexiness to it at the same time. <b>Just the right mix</b>, for me. <i>Do you have a dress like that? </i><b><br />
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