Tag Archive: Letting go

Fall in love. Stay in love

What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything. It will decide what will get you out of bed in the mornings, what you will do with your evenings,… Continue reading

Thank you May (you were damn cold)

    Dear Month of May, Thank you for nothing. Or actually that’s not true… Thank you for showing me how stressful change can be. How even the smallest moves makes the biggest… Continue reading

Flip my head like a trash can

I sit down for the first time in 2,5 weeks to write.  Anything, I decide. To break the silence. To catch myself in the midst of everything that is going on. For some… Continue reading

Your heart is an ocean

Someday someone won’t be afraid of how much you love. They won’t stay on the shore; they’ll meet you in the depths. You weren’t made for shallow waters, your heart is an ocean.… Continue reading

Leaving one home for another

I moved into this apartment exactly two years ago. Having just come back from a seven months backpacking trip I was in need of a place to hang up my hat and drop… Continue reading

Feed your soul

I think a lot about Wellness. I do regular exercise and yoga everyday. I write a wellness diary, keeping track on how I feel and how I would like to improve. I follow… Continue reading

Sharpen this feeling!

Time to leave now, get out of this room, go somewhere, anywhere, sharpen this feeling of happiness and freedom, stretch your limbs, fill your eyes, be awake, wider awake, vividly awake in every… Continue reading

Ask and you shall receive

I take time to sit down at my desk, with no distraction but the empty screen. A glass of red wine to my left. A plate of sliced parmesan cheese to my right.… Continue reading

Fleeting feelings

It’s been two weeks and the sensation of waking up the sound of the Costa Rican rainforest, it’s tropical birds and cheeky little monkey’s, feels long gone. My faded summer skin is back… Continue reading

Happy Happenings!

Our clothes are spread out in piles all over the floor. Our tickets and hotel confirmations are printed, or at least some of it. Our passports are around here somewhere. I don’t care… Continue reading