Nostalgia 

As my parents have sold our childhood home we are “forced” to clean out. And for some reason we have saved a lot. Like old schoolbooks. And I love it. I have a long walk down memory lane showing our kids how great I was at math and what a terrible speller I was (am)….

Love ’em words

The other day a friend asked me “When were you truly happy in doing your job?” As the positive (here she goes again the self-righteousness woman) individual I am, find happiness any- and everywhere. I see stuff from the bright side, that is just who I am. No, all jobs or parts of work are not…

Compliment

It is so little that does it for me. Just a few, polite words from a stranger. Who not only like my way of writing (from reading this chronicle, only in Swedish I am afraid) but who also respected me and complimented me on my way of living (and this guy knew what he was…

Dreams

To reach your dreams you constantly need to go outside your comfort zone. Constantly. I know when I need to. I get a gut feeling. This gut feeling is very similar to my bad conscience gut, but I have learnt to tell them apart. The gut feeling that tells me that I am taking the…