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People say you're going the wrong

way when it's simply a way of your own.

Angelina Julie

WELLNESS

I think there are two different types of people. There are those who stay up after midnight and sleep in during the morning and then there are those who go to bed one or two hours before midnight to wake up early feeling fresh and rested to start the day. Sometimes I am the first person, sometimes the second. I'd like to think of myself as an early bird treating myself with the luxury of late mornings from time to time.

Getting up early in the morning is, to me, equal to productivity and determination. It's a way of telling myself to get to work. And I guess you need that more than ever if you're working with different things like me. I don't have a job to go to everyday since my job is where I am myself. I create my own jobs. That's why waking up early is kind of a must. And it works! Today I woke up at 7, meditated until 8, helped Nathalie get her kids to school 8.30, did a morning work out session until 9.30 and had breakfast with Nat when she got back at 10. My best advice for anyone who's feeling like there aren't enough hours in a day;

1. Wake up one or two hours earlier than usual.

2. Workout / yoga / dance. Do some kind of physical activity to properly wake yourself up.

3. Nourish your body. Eat good - feel good. That will help you focus during the day.

Make it to a routine! I'm not saying I'm perfect in this way (whatever that means) because, to be honest, I'm struggling a lot. It's a constant puzzle trying everything to come together with this lifestyle of traveling and not having a "real" job. It's hard - but I love it and wouldn't change it for anything in the world. Except for world peace maybe. But, sadly, that won't happen during my lifetime.

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TRAVEL

My first day in Indonesia was spent in Canggu at Canggu Beach Hostel; a really nice place I can highly recommend. I met some cool people and started to hang out with two girls from Germany and a girl from Holland. Somehow, we continued our travels together; spent a few nights in Uluwatu where we visited the most amazing beach I've ever seen (blog post is coming), had food in a prison restaurant and got attacked my monkeys. After that we headed up to spend a night in Sanur before going to the Nusa Islands. I have nothing to say about Sanur other than that they had a really good Warung you gotta try out if you ever find your way through the town. To be short; from Sanur we took the boat to Nusa Lembongan for snorkeling, beaching and exploring. From there we went by scooter to Ceningan for some cliff jumping and met two German guys who tagged along. Third day spent at the Kubu Sunset Villas was our last day and also the day we went to Nusa Penida; the biggest of the three Nusas'. I've never really traveled from island to island like this before, and I realized how incredibly organized you gotta be for it. Boat from one island to the other and then renting a car with a driver. It's all great and I would never have gotten around the island if it wasn't for our driver. We got to see Angels Billabong, Broken Beach, Kelinking Beach and Crystal Bay (which was unbe-fkng-liveble). Among all of this we also managed to squeezed in a quick pit stop at a Warung for some delicious Nasi Goreng.

These past four days has been a constant flow of holy shit moments. I say that a lot, but it's the best way to shortly explain how I feel about this journey.

Hope everyones doing something they love at the moment. I sure am.

Xx

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LIFE

Holy guacamoly it was a long time since I posted something here. More than a month probably. Funny that my last post was about me moving to Indonesia and this post is about me finally being here. I usually say that anything can happen in a day, and its been 43 to be exact, so a lot have happened since I that last post.

Obviously I made it to Indonesia. But they almost didn't let me onto the plane the day of my departure. Typical Arlanda.. According to them, Indonesian security wouldn't let me into the country if I didn't have a ticket out of it within thirty days. So I had to buy a flight ticket to a destination of choice; one hour before my flight departure. If I was stressed? Yeah, slightly. But I got my shit together and here I am! It's my 11th day in this country and not only have I fallen in love with it, I've been on quite a few adventures as well. I would like to re-tell every single day exactly how I felt and what I've seen. But that would take 11 days more and we ain't got time for that. There are things to see and a world to explore!! I've taken so many pictures though, which I can't wait to upload here. Where shall I start...?

Xx

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LIFE, TRAVEL

It's true!! This is one of those turning points in my life where things really are about to change.. I'm excited and terrified at the same time. In a way it's totally crazy and in a way not at all. I love traveling and wanna commit my life to discovering new places and meeting new people, so it would be crazy and untrue to myself if I didn't go at all; if I stay in a reality that is not making me happy, at least not as happy as I am traveling.

To be honest, I'm nervous for how things will turn out. What if I will not like it there? What if something will happen during my stay? What if I run out of money? Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Ok let's stay in Sweden to be safe. I actually kind of like working 9-5. I like the winter; sometimes. Honestly, it's totally fine to be depressed and sad most of the time. If I have managed to live like that for the past five years I'll be able to do at least five more, right?

That's what my reality has been like. And it's interesting how your brain starts telling you these things as soon as you step out of your comfort zone. I truly and wholeheartedly believe that fear is just an indication of growth (which I also wrote in a previous post about Fear); and so, to become the person you are meant to become in this life; you gotta go through some uncomfortable shit to make it happen. But that is totally up to you. Me myself, however, will gladly take on the challenge to level up.

Also, the story of how this opportunity arose is pretty spectacular. And I've got my curiosity and intuition to thank for that (among a few people as well). It simply started with me attending a speaking event and I was so blown away by the whole thing and by my best friends talk that I had to go for a walk afterwards. On my walk, I passed by something that said "Casa Vintage" and my immediate though was "Ohh.. Vintage!". From that moment, everything has been a constant flow of holy shit moments where I met Nathalie, owner of Casa Vintage, who told me she would be moving to the Gili Islands in August with her two kiddos. Beside from vintage, we discovered our common interest in music; and not just any kind of music. We found out that we both were huge fans of Miguel, and so things lead to a glass of wine and Nathalie also bought a ticket to Primavera Sound to go see our favorite man live in Barcelona. Over brunch on a cozy and bohemian Café in Pla de Palau square she suggested I'd come with her to Indonesia for some assistive work and social media skills.

And now, here I am! With only 30 days until I will walk through the entrance of Arlanda Terminal 5 with one heavy luggage and a pounding heart. It is a crazy thing to do, but staying would be even crazier.

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TRAVEL

My yes slowly opens. They're immediately trying to adjust to the sun as it finds its way through the curtains. Beside me, my jeans are hanging on a chair together with the blue striped t-shirt I have been wearing for the past 3 days. I'm in Sweden. I arrived yesterday is what goes through my mind. Sweden. It feels weird to be home - wherever that is. I don't really have a home. And I don't mind. In fact, I love not having a place to actually call "home", because I feel like home wherever I am. And maybe that is why I have such a hard time leaving a place I like.

Morocco feels closer than it is. Every time I close my eyes I see waves in motion coming towards me. Laying or sitting down; I feel the waves underneath me as I am somehow still on my surfboard. It's weird how even my body wants to remember this last week. And I don't blame it! It's been.. amazing. Everything.

Even though my entire soul wants to go back, like, now; I have other adventures ahead of me. And I'm least said excited for it. I feel like I'm living in another dimension and I don't have time for things that aren't aligned with what I love. A friend of mine siad yesterday, you're traveling so much!!, and my immediate respons was; Because It's my passion! And it hit me, that I've never really seen traveling as a passion of mine. I don't know why or how but it makes me feel alive in a way I hardly can describe. I am simply happy.

I would like to share these moments from this last week in Tamraght, Agadir, Morocco - people. places and fantastic things. That might be what life is all about?

Xx

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TRAVEL

I love this sport!! But it doesn't even feel like a sport.. More like a hobby. But that doesn't even describe it in a fair way either. Because I love the whole lifestyle of surfing. I don't just wanna surf a few weeks every year, I wanna live surfing. That's how I feel!
These three are from our week in Morocco. First time I had surf lessons, but not first time surfing. I have had struggles with keeping my balance before, but after a few days at the camp I could catch every wave I was aiming for. Amazing feeling!! Definitely going back soon.
Ps. I can really recommend Surf Star Morocco. They're amazing and so professional in everything they do!

Xx

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LIFE, VLOGS

For some time now, I've been wanting to start a series of vlogs, interview people about their lives and discuss certain things that might be relevant for humans living in this world today.
This project has been on my mind since a few months ago and I recently recorded the first episode where me and my dad are eating pizza and talking about life. It was really just a moment that approached so I took the change and recorded us for a few minutes.
Here's the first episode for y'all!

Xx

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LIFE

"While we try to teach our children all about life,
our children teach us what life is all about."
– Angela Schwindt

I think it's so interesting how my perspective has changed these eight months working at the school. It's only a few weeks left and that thought makes me realize how much I will miss this job. I've learned so freaking much. When I started, I thought "well this will be a piece of freaking cake", but oh, how I was wrong.. I have had to put up with angry parents, angry children, happy children, sad children, screaming children, screaming teachers, violent children. I have had to wipe the butt of a boy that pooped himself. Twice. I have gotten nose-bleeded on, I have eaten some shitty ass food and I have done it with a smile on my face (most of the time) and I've shed some tears as well. It's not an easy job and I respect all the amazing people who put up with this.

Anyhow, I'm certain about one thing. Children are marvelous. They are freaking geniuses and so smart and so loving. They see possibilities in almost everything they do and they are experts in collaborating with inspiration and idea. Once something pops into their minds, they will hold on to that idea and do whatever it takes (even sneak out from lunch having all the teachers looking for them just to find them drawing on the blackboard back in the classroom) to make it reality. And even though they break every rule over and over and over again, they are somehow able to hatch new ideas, more crazier than the other one, over and over again. I also get ideas. But sometimes I give up and let them go too easily without having even tried. What a waste of good ideas!

It seems that we are born with an ability of acting and creating out of inspiration but somewhere along the way of "growing up", that ability becomes less of a priority. Eventually, we have a much harder time tapping into that source of endless creativity. Maybe that is really what "growing up" is like - losing the ability to be acting out of inspiration?However, I don't think we loose it. Not at all. We only forget we are more than we are sometimes...

The thing is, we have built a society that encourages and promotes a specific way of living. And so, to me, the problem is that our whole life is built on the idea of this standard life. The consequence become that inspiration and playfulness and creativity is put on hold, because there are "more important things" that requires our focus - getting good grades and receiving outstanding feedback on how well you are doing in school, for example. The question I have been asking myself a lot is; good grades for what? My life isn't over only because I don't have straight As'. School is meant to teach for humans to learn - yes - but it is also meant to prepare us for further education. After collage, we are expected to get a well-paying job, and basically work our way to the top. This doesn't apply for everyone. It's only a loose retelling of how we have created this ideal image of life. But life is more than this. At least to me! I wanna be more playful - I have the kids at school to thank for that. They brought out the very best of me. A part that has always been there, but had been forgotten.

In other words; this is what I have learned. By playfulness, creativity and the ability to feel excited (even about the little things), the children have made me realize the importance of living cheerfully and creatively. And doing such out of inspiration. But why is inspiration so important? I think it's our human nature to feel inspiration. it's when your soul is sparkling and when the urge of creating is so big that you HAVE to do whatever you can't stop thinking about.

Children are marvelous. I know I have already written that, and I will probably write it a few more times on this blog, but I just wish everyone could see it in this way; we can learn so incredibly much from children.

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STYLE


I recorded this for Instagram and figured I could post it here while I'm at it.


The consumption of textiles increases at a speed that has gone out of control. 50 years ago, people purchased clothes according to the season. At this time, there are 52 different seasons according to fashion industry where new clothes and trends appear in stores every week.
However, there are multiple ways to make a contribution to a better climate with only a tiny bit of effort!

Keep scrolling to read the post!

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