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.