Woke up complaining about this and that. Dark and rainy. We have half a year ahead of darkness. Wrote my column to The Journalist. If there is a life after journalism. Read it here. In swedish. Don’t ask me why I write this in english. I suppose I feel trapped today. Limited in my swedish words. But then I read this and felt the light again. Read it. Again and again. And enjoy. Life is too short to try to become somebody else. Be you.
Så sant. Och så vackert sagt!