The Swedish word is obrydd. The best English translation I could find is unbothered.
But let me clarify: I mean this from an internal perspective. It is not about ignoring the world around me or not caring about other people. It is about how much I allow external things to impact my inner peace. Or rather, how little I allow them to.
Yesterday, I was invited to a women’s network in my hometown. I am pretty sure I got the invite because of two major milestones I reached recently: my Seasons art exhibition and the release of my book, Extraordinary Ordinary Lives of Bjäre. I have been bragging a bit about these projects at the gym, and the founder of the network thought I might be an interesting person to bring into the mix.
So, I went. And honestly, I talked so much I would probably still be standing there right now if it were up to me.
During the evening, I was asked a question along the lines of: “How did you become the brave person you appear to be?”
My answer was something like: “I don’t really know, I just don’t get worked up about things I know nothing about. There is just no reason to.”
Walking the dogs this morning, it hit me. That was probably the worst answer ever given. I do not even think I actually answered her question.
The truth is, I do know why I am the way I am. For the past 20 years, my absolute guiding beacon has been a single goal: to be happy in everything I do.
This simple rule has forced me to stay entirely true to myself. It has helped me figure out what truly matters to me, pursue it wholeheartedly, and completely stop worrying about what others might think or feel about my choices. Or about me.
So, my life choices actually have very little to do with courage. It is much simpler than that. It is just about being genuinely happy with who I am, and trying my best not to be a shitty person along the way.
I trigger with a image from our trip to Florens last week. More to come.
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