Mainly because I have been hit with a major case of “dark and dreary and stress and hormones and drama.” And it is coming out in a mix of depression, anxiety and muscle pain. And possibly also a cold to top it off.
My mind is playing havoc with my body – and here I am, flat on my back again hoping to destress enough to actually function.
¡Yay for wintertime!
A while ago, I made a Facebook event for a housewarming party. I lacked the energy to actually invite anyone.
Now the date of the event is approaching. Instead, I am having people individually over. That’s about the level of energy right now.
It would be even easier to not have anyone over, but that is just not happening either. I may enjoy my own company, but I also like my friends.
Forever my mother (and grandmother) have bought dried figs for Christmas. I’ve tried them, several times – and plain don’t like dried figs.
This week, I was tempted by a box of fresh figs at my grocery store. Laid enticingly next to the check out counter, I fell for the trap and put them in my basket.
Plus, technically an adult and trying new things is probably a part of that.
Then I made this – which may have changed my opinion on figs.
When you wake up in the middle of the night, and the thoughts go to everything you said or did in the past couple of days – and how it is not how you would like to do it.
And how it is Saturday morning now – and you can’t do much to fix it until returning to work on Tuesday, because of … It is Saturday morning.
Princess Märtha Louise and Ari Behn have decided to leave each other. (press release in Norwegian here)
Princess Märtha Louise and Ari Behn got married in Nidarosdomen in Trondheim on May 24th, 2002. They have Maud Angelica Behn, born 29. April 2003, Leah Isadora Behn, born 8. April 2005, and Emma Tallulah Behn, born 29. September 2008, together. The parents will have joint custody, and the children will still attend the same schools.
The princess will remain living in Lommedalen. The Princess will also keep the family property “Bloksbjerg” at Hankø. Both of the properties were, and are, under her separate ownership. Ari Behn will find a place to live close by the children.
The princess says: “Life doesn’t always go the way you plan. Both Ari and I have experienced this. But it is even more visible now, when life have done some turnabouts we couldn’t have imagined. We are separating. We are ending our marriage, but staying joint together in parenting our daughters.
It is incredibly sad for both of us to discover that the road ahead isn’t moving the way it used to. We have, as many others, grown apart – to places where we don’t meet as we used to. It is horrible to discover that there isn’t more to do about it. That we have tried everything, over a long period of time, and we still cannot meet where we used to, makes it impossible for us to go on.
We feel guilty because we cannot keep making the safe harbour our children deserve. But we hope and believe that we can retain our friendship through whatever lies ahead.
We ask and hope that we can have calm in this vulnerable process. Our children need time to digest, mourn and find new footing – each and every one of them. We are only humans, we too.”
The king and queen says:
“Many people are wounded when a marriage fail. It is hurtful and sad, also for those of us who are surrounding them. We love Ari, and are thankful for everything we as a family have experienced together. We would like to have a good relationship with Ari also in the future. ”
Princess Märtha Louise and Ari Behn do not wish to give further comments. They ask that the children still can be spared all press attention.
In January 2002 the Princess established her own commercial business, and she takes hand of it herself. The princess did, at the same time, renounce her HRH-title. Today she owns and runs the company Soulspring with Elisabeth Nordeng.
It’s my birthday today. I’m turning 33. Only 33 more years until I am 66.
Once I got past the big round 3-0 – I kind of have to remind myself how old I am by subtracting the year I was born from the year I am in – and then figuring out if I am before or after August.
Age, which was so important for a while, is becoming more of a fluid concept. At least as long as I am the second youngest person (still) at work. (Only by 20-something days, but… )
I’ve already had a co-worker tell me, “you’ll understand it when you get older.”
Probably not. But today is my birthday, and I am on holiday, and I will sleep in and try to figure out how to get all my stuff to fit into my new apartment, and possibly head to IKEA to make myself crazy.
Everything in the universe, and everything of man, would be registered at a distance as it was produced. In this way a moving image of the world will be established, a true mirror of his memory. From a distance, everyone will be able to read text, enlarged and limited to the desired subject, projected on an individual screen. In this way, everyone from his armchair will be able to contemplate creation, in whole or in certain parts
– Seeing forward from the early 20th century
– Cataloging the World: Paul Otlet and the Birth of the Information Age by Alex Wright
Then an academic, a Nigerian woman, told me that feminism was not our culture, that feminism was un-African, and I was only calling myself a feminist because I had been influenced by Western books. (Which amused me, because much of my early reading was decidedly unfeminist: I must have read every single Mills & Boon romance published before I was sixteen. And each time I try to read those books called “classic feminist texts,” I get bored, and I struggle to finish them.)
– We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
I’ve spent almost the past month (it feels like) boxing up my books and movies. I went to my local wine monopoly store and asked if I could have some of the empty wine boxes. (My new neighbours will think I am a drunkard if they spy all the boxes going into the flat. )
If I can unpack the boxes fast enough, I can unload them at work for a move we’re doing there.
I have reached the stage where I can actually see an end to all the books and movies. Now all that remains is the rest. My clothes. The kitchen stuff. All the odds and ends that I have put into drawers over the years as I have lived here, and never looked at again.
It is time for the stage of the packing which likely won’t have me stopping up every 10 minutes going: “Hmmm, it’s been a long time since I’ve read that.”