A long awaited update – body positivity walk

So, I’m sure my 5 or so followers are all really preoccupied with what I’ve been up to lately and whether or not I’m OK, right?! 😉 Well, I am! OK, that is. A little stressed, a lot busy, and if we’re being honest also quite a bit proud. As I’ve alluded to in previous…

New Year’s with Bridget

I’m not a big fan of New Year’s Eve. Not only do the loud bangs from the fireworks that have already been going off for the past few days startle the hell out of the cats – I’m not a fan of loud noises either. Or parties, or making resolutions that’ll be forgotten in a…

Wanting more (the burnout pt 2)

As I am considering my life from this weird limbo status of being on burnout sick leave, it occurs to me that the main thing I want is more, out of life, out of myself. The longer I am away from my work, the more impossible it seems to go back.* But how do I…

Push it real good

  For all I have worked on and all I have learnt about myself over the past few years, there always seem to be more lessons. Which is good, I guess. Evolving is good. But it’s also frustrating. These lessons don’t usually take a very subtle form. Let me explain: I have been working for…

New Year

I’ve never been a huge fan of New Year’s Eve. When I was young (teens and early twenties) there was always this build-up that New Year’s was going to be legen… wait for it.. dary, and it never was, so because there was so much build-up it inevitably ended up being disappointing. There was always…

Dance like nobody’s watching

Being a typical “stiff Norwegian” and shy to boot, dancing did not come naturally to me. I never took any dance classes as a child and never really had any interest in dancing – dancing makes you stand out. Dancing means not being afraid. And I’m nothing if not afraid – and a control freak….

The passion of youth and complacency of middle age

This post was inspired by reading Here I Stand. At the ripe old age of 35 I find myself growing complacent. Maybe disillusioned and cynical as well. Apathetic is another word that comes to mind. When I was young and idealistic (some might say naive – and be that as it may, there’s an upside…

Fudge, or “Why I used to be fat”

For as long as I can remember I have had food obsessions. When I was little, these obsessions revolved around things that I could never or rarely have. For instance: my mother was a vegetarian when I was growing up and I used to fantasize about meat. My aunt would babysit me, and apparently witnessed…

My life – as an HSP (part 2 – being social)

Being around people, particularly in crowds and/or in the middle of the city is always a challenge. The past week presented quite a few such challenges for me. I try to balance having a social life and going to work with needing down time and quiet as well as I can. For a while that…

Book review: The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F**k

4/5 stars. Interesting theory, with a lot of good points, and a fun read. I’m just not sure it’s something that works for me. From reading all examples throughout the book I should come to the conclusion that I already give very few fucks, as I generally don’t have much of a social life (by…