The end of an era.

I've sold my apartment 2day.
Mixed emotions.
I've been living in this building for twelve years or something. Three of my great, great loves have been living here with me in three different apartments. All three loves are long gone for different reasons and now I'm leaving too. It's time.
It's time for the future. For new paths and new beginnings. For new memories.

A nother thing that is new - and kind of suprising for those who know how I feel about velcro - is my bad ass shoes!! With velcro. And not in a "I don't know how to tie my shoes" kind of way, but the only possible way!!

 

So, in truth, it's actually the end of two eras. The end of the "hell no to velcro"-era and the end of "I want to live in the city"-era. Because when I move, when I leave this place where I've been living for quite some time, I'm moving downtown!!

 That's right, I'm a city girl!!

New perspectives.

A busride to Oslo that started on the same route as I drive when I'm going to the stable or to vistit my sister.
Driving myself I have one veiw. Riding the bus I have a different one.
Same road. Same sights. Same trees and buildings. Different prespective.
Looking at my new veiw on familiar sights it's super clear to me how looking at a situation in a different way makes the whole situation different.
So if you are stubburnly banging your head at a wall and contantly getting the same results – why don't use the door instead of trying to knock the wall down with your forehead?

Like one of my teachers sad to me when I was stuck in a difficult acro-move and I could'nt get it working: Make a different misstake. That was his advice to me, to everyone.

Make a different mistake.

Get new perspectives.

Get un-stuck.

Quote of the day.

"When it's raining shit, thank God for the fertilizer."
                                                                                                                   
 --Unknown

Me, an addict?

Can a computor go on internet strike?

The very last thing I did the day before yesterday was having an internet conversation with a friend.

The first thing I did yesterday morning when I woke up was turning on the computor to check what happened on my favorite yoga blogs and webbsites, browse facebook and then continue working with emails and planning my springschedule... But that didn't happen. My computor refused to conect to internet for some reason. So with my regular coffee but without my regular email time of the day I went to teach yoga to young mucians. After that I had a thing with a thing regarding a thing and then I went home – for a late lunch and a some time with my email (and facebook) account.
Well that didn't happen. My computor were still on internet strike and I couldn't get it to change it's mind. So I had to call in the ”big guns” - my neighbur. For some reson he couldn't get it working either so I took my stubborn computor in my handbag and drove in to Gothenburg city to sit down at a cafe and read my email. But still nothing. So again I wonder: Is it possible that a computor goes on strike?

On a more personal note. I found the experience really stressful. One of the reasons beeing that my routines were tipped over and knocked to the ground – and I do love my routines. The other reason was that I'm clearly addicted to my routines, my email, my facebook and the internet in general. But it's not like I can't handle it – is it?

Oam shanti, shanti. Peace out!

It's a new king in town!

Or actually it's more like a whole pack of tribute kings, queens and circus princesses.

A tribute is the most sincere way of showing how much you enjoy and love the original.

 

You will hear more from these guys.

But you might think that you are listening to a special band from Germany, when you in fact are beeing entertained by musicians from Avesta, Sweden.

You can hear and see them on youtube and make up your own mind.

Sweden vs Germany. Tribute vs Original.

Who's the king?

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-NbTmw62b4&feature=youtu.be

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_a6cwXE95M

Finally a rockstar!!

I always wanted to be a rockstar.

Due to absolut lack of talent and the fact that I get bored really quickly when I actually have to learn something that don't come easy to me I had a change of heart and wanted to be an actress instead. Then that changed and I wanted to be a firefighter. Then for a long time I wanted to be a stuntwoman. For a while I were considering the option of being an actress who did her own stunts and volontaire as a firefighter in my sparetime.

But I still wanted to be a rockstar.

And then I fell in love with a juggler and realized that I could have it all (exept for the juggler who was notoriously unfaithful and finally ran away with a bodybuilder...) But the rest of it, all of my dreams, could be mine.

So finally - I'm a rockstar. I'm an actress who does her own stunts and I'm a firestarter. I know that thats not the same as fighting fires but admit it - it's even cooler =)

This past weekend was a true rockstar moment.

Performing with a Rammstein tribute band and rocking the pants of the place where I started my performance career I felt it deep in my bones.

I am a rockstar. I am living my dream!! 

 

                                     

 Rockstar moments; trainride, hotelroom, getting ready and backstage. Whole weekend sidebyside with rockstar babe and fire starter Lotta Odelberg.

 

No regrets. Chase the dream!!



Anniversary Time

Friday 17.42 I'm getting on a train to Avesta for a legendary performance. It's my 7 year anniversary as a performer!
It's been 7 rollercoster years with laughter and joy and tears and pain.
I've met colleagues that I thought would be my friends forever who turned out to be more like backstabbing frenemies. I've met colleagues that I thought were out for my blood who turned out to be truly caring about my wellbeeing. I've had people in my life that I thought would bring me under, but then it turned out to be just the push I needed to get even better. But most of all I've met honest and sweethearted people who is truly amazing and inspiring.
I've evolved in oh so many ways and I've never been so determined and focused as I am now. This is my time. Happy anniversary to me.