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The past few weeks, I’ve felt a bit… empty. No urge to write. At the same time, there have been other things I’ve felt I needed to prioritize over blogging—and sometimes, that’s just how it is. Life happens. And there’s something about this time of year… When the sun comes out, the sky is clear, and the days grow longer and brighter—it’s much more tempting to go outside than to sit in front of a computer 😅 I’ve been lucky enough to spend time sitting in the sun, simply enjoy

I reached my goal in week 12 – working out 5 days a week 💪🏼🤩 I’m so happy and proud of my effort. What a feeling of accomplishment! My body responded positively, and I could feel that it gave me energy 🙏 At the same time, I realized something important: I wasn’t in as good shape as I thought. I had to lower my expectations and lift lighter. Already by Tuesday, I felt sore and stiff 😅 By Friday, I had to adjust my entire plan – I simply wasn’t able to complete the exercis

Sometimes it’s not about starting perfectly. It’s simply about starting again. Today is day 2 of 2 of training – and I’m actually a little proud of myself. For the first time in a long while, I truly feel like I’m getting started again. When the body isn’t cooperating After I was hit by COVID in December 2023, and later received an asthma diagnosis in June 2024 (on top of everything I was already dealing with), several challenges have made it difficult to return to physical a

I should have been in India right now, already well underway with my yoga teacher training. But that’s not how things turned out. As I write this, I’m sitting on the terrace at home in Alvdal. It ’s almost 11:30 in the morning. The fog has lifted, and the sun is beginning to peek through. I hear the birds singing and the snow melting on the roof. I feel the wind gently brushing through my hair, and the warmth of the sun on my face. Spring is on its way. Moments like this slo

Saturday, February 28 It’s 7:47 a.m., and I’m sitting on the train between Alvdal and Hamar. Outside the window, Østerdalen lies quiet and cold — and before we even reach Hanestad, I’ve already seen five moose along the tracks 🫎🤩 It’s completely surreal that I’m actually on my way. At 10:13 a.m., I’m on the train from Hamar to Gardermoen Airport. Now I can feel it — that flutter in my stomach. Butterflies. Excitement. A little nervousness. This is happening. The airport fee

Over the past few days, I’ve been thinking a lot about the people in my life. Family . Friends. Relationships. Love. On Saturday, I’m traveling to India, which means I’ll be away from my children for four weeks. My two oldest are adults and have moved out, but my youngest is only ten years old. Those of you who have followed me and read previous blog posts know that I’ve been away from my children before — back then for 12 and 10 weeks. My youngest was only 2.5 years old the

About fate, voice — and the courage to be true Some tattoos are more than aesthetics. They are markers in life. Anchors. Reminders. I carry two symbols on my body that mean a lot to me: – a Chinese symbol that means Destiny – and a lotus with 16 petals Each of them holds deep symbolism on its own. Together, they tell the story of who I am — and who I am becoming. Destiny — the collective meaning The Chinese symbol for Destiny is often associated with: life’s path what is mean

A framework for immersion When I started looking for yoga schools in India, it began quite simply with a Google search: “yoga retreat India.” I quickly ended up on bookyogaretreats.com , narrowed the search, and typed in Rishikesh. To say I felt overwhelmed would be an understatement. There were so many yoga schools to choose from. What ultimately made my decision clear was Triguna Yoga. It was the location. The nature. The stillness. Away from the noise and rush of the city

Less Than Four Weeks Until Departure – A Journey Inward There are less than four weeks left until departure. On Saturday, February 28 , I will set my course for India, and I will return home on Friday, March 27 . I’m holding a mix of emotions. Anticipation. Calm. Excitement. And an honest uncertainty. Anticipation—because I hope to grow in yoga. To understand more, to develop my practice, and to truly land in it. Calm—because I’ve taken the time to listen inward, and I know t

I can see myself in the mirror, and I’m familiar with what I see. But when I look at photos of myself, it feels completely different. Everything feels wrong. As if it’s not really me I’m seeing. You know how it is when you try on clothes in a fitting room — how mirrors and lighting behave differently from store to store. Some mirrors make you look slimmer, some bigger, some paler. That’s how it feels when I look at photos of myself. As if the images distort the way I look.

I have lived with kidney stones for many years. This time, I met it differently. On Wednesday, I felt the first signs of a kidney stone attack coming on. A pain I know all too well. A pain I never mistake for anything else. Since December 2003, I have been through countless rounds of this. Years of attacks, waiting, and pain management — and a healthcare system that, at best, manages the situation, but rarely understands what it actually means to live with recurrent kidney st

Sometimes shame begins long before anything actually happens. For me, it began in a room, during a completely ordinary conversation. I remember thinking, I should probably be home by now. Not because my children weren’t safe — they were. But because my inner voice had already started to judge. What I remember next comes only in fragments. A body that could no longer continue. A moment when I was entirely dependent on help. And then came the voice from the outside. Not care.

Menopause, the body, and not having all the answers yet This week, I had planned to write a blog post with answers. About menopause. About my appointment with the gynecologist. About blood tests and the way forward. But the answers haven’t arrived yet. So instead, I’m writing about what is here right now: the waiting. Why I went to the gynecologist I would say my body changed significantly after my second dose of the covid vaccine. The day after, around 1 p.m., I had just

Routines don’t have to be strict or heavy. For me, they became the very foundation that makes life easier to live — one day at a time . Do routines lock us in — or set us free? This is a question I’ve asked myself many times. I’ve tested both theories, and I ended up realizing that routines actually give me the freedom to live the life I want to live. To avoid feeling “trapped” by structure, I created a small set of simple routines that repeat every day. I have a few fixed a

There have been many moments during the past ten years where I’ve thought: “This must be rock bottom. It can’t get worse than this. From here, things can only get better.” And still — it happens again. Why? If you’ve read my “About Me,” “My Story,” or earlier blog posts, you know that this year — especially this autumn — has been heavy. Yes, there have been bright moments too, but a lot has been challenging. And on Saturday, it happened once more: I hit bottom. Loneliness I

This week has been a mix of everything: cozy moments, stress, love, little sleep, good food, friends, family… and a hint of “what on earth is happening with my body right now?” 😅In other words: a classic pre-Christmas week. Advent — Have We Forgotten the Point? It’s the first Sunday of Advent, and I’ve found myself reflecting on what this season truly means. Is it about coziness? Stress? Shopping? Gifts? Expectations? Money disappearing faster than snowflakes? Or… is it an

This week, I turned another year older. It feels strange to write that… not because I care about numbers, but because I can feel so clearly that it’s how I feel inside that marks time for me now — not my age. This year has been heavy. Honestly — much heavier than I’ve admitted out loud. I’ve had periods with very little energy, little sleep, a lot of stress, and a body that keeps asking me to slow down. I’ve been less social than ever — not because I didn’t want to spend time

I welcome you to follow me on my journey 💫 Right now, I’m sitting at my dining table, writing my very first blog post. If someone had asked me ten years ago, “Where do you see yourself in ten years?” — I would probably have answered that I was still working in a kindergarten, employed by Alvdal municipality. But life had other plans. In the autumn of 2016, I hit the wall. Hard. And it changed everything. Today, nine years later, I’m sitting here with my laptop, writing my f