A lunatic year is nearing its end. Last year this time I've started my little challenge of doing #OneScaryThingADay not knowing what 2020 had in the bag for us as a society...
I’m clumsy. As long as I can think, I’ve lost things. And it always left me back with this uncomfortable feeling of shame. Why couldn't I avoid it? Why couldn't I be more careful? What's wrong with me?
Now and then it seems like the world is turning a little crazy. Times are unstable, changing, and in some way unpredictable. “I don’t think I am alone in wishing for a little bit of hope right now” stated Anna Wintour lately in her editor’s letter for the June/July edition of Vogue. In just one line she reflects a global vibe; An existential need for hope. Change is important, but dealing with its emotions can be intimidating. But that’s exactly why we need to talk about it. Vulnerability and hope are en vogue. So what are we waiting for?
The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind, said Einstein. After being forced into a 4-weeks quarantine of nausea, coughing, chest pain, disillusionment, anger and terrible homesickness, my isolation helped me find the way back to writing. Given the fact that I could neither leave the house for some photo walks, nor could I sing, I had to deal with…
„I did it“ – These were the three magic words I said after crossing the finish line of my first 10k run six months ago. I remember in detail how I was running into the Olympic Stadium being ready for the last glorious 400 meters of my first running journey. Even before I could see the finish line I had to fight back my tears because I was so proud. It was a bit weird, but an intimate feeling. Somehow naive and infantile. Then, last week it was different. I looked forward to my second official run because I was confident to beat my last personal best. My training pace was faster than expected and so I wanted to see what’s in for me. In the end, I finished two minutes faster compared to October. Amazing – most people would think. But all I had in mind was „I could have been faster“…
Although I’m going to run the Copenhagen Half Marathon, to say „I’m a runner“ still sounds quite strange to me. My passions are dancing and gymnastics and I grew up participating in competitions. During that time I was pushing myself out of my comfort zone over and over again. I had to manage my time, prioritize my tasks and often stay at the gym, while my friends went out…
Summer was slowly calling and I was yet prepared. To be honest…I couldn’t wait until it was finally summer. 2015 and New Year’s Eve were, emotionally, challenging. Pulling through lots of conflicts, the new year even felt like the end of the world, but as I’m just writing this entry, obviously it wasn’t. I went through so many things in my past. So, I knew I had to deal with it. Anyway, my level of frustration was high enough to make a plan. Instead of…
Sport still plays a major role in my life and for a very long time I even thought, that it would be my passion. But as you already know, it wasn’t sport but music, that made it a passion by distracting me from all the struggles. Within the last 2 years in my job, I fell in love with human behaviour and design. So, I started to think about my future more intensely. I got some extra pushes toward this direction through my trips to Copenhagen. Scandinavia, in general, is famous for minimalistic design. I got curious. I’ve decided to give it a try and started to study design next to my full time job. By doing so CIID passed my way. It stands for a place where creative and innovative minds from all over the world meet to take action – the Copenhagen Institute of Interaction Design….
When did you last read a fairy tale? It’s probably so long ago, that you can start your answer with “once upon a time”, right? Well, I enjoy remembering my mom reading fairy tales to me when I was a little child. And now it’s the time to read them to my little niece from time to time. It’s interesting to see history repeating. You know, I’ve always loved these exciting little bedtime stories. But I especially liked…
The north has never been my favourite place to go. No matter if it’s been about where I wanted to live within the borders of my home country or about traveling the world – I’ve always preferred the warm and open-hearted South. But, you know, I’ve fallen in love with the North as well. I’ve fallen in love with the beautiful Scandinavia when my sister decided to move to Denmark some years ago. Well, when your family moves abroad you won’t stay at home expecting them to come back…
