Not perfect but complete.

For the first time in my life, that I can remember, I feel complete.
I need nothing or no one to make me whole.
All the time and energy that I spent on searching for that extra piece or person that I felt the need to add is now time and energy I can spend otherwise. I don't feel the need to find something or someone that would complete me. Make me whole.
It's not that I've changed. Or maybe I have? Or maybe I just grew into myself the same way a child grows into shoes that was bought a little bit to big?
I'm not perfect. I'm not without flaws. I just am. Me.
Imperfect with flaws and complete.

Shakti Power!!

I have so many strong women in my life right now and they are a ture source for inspiration.

They take care of them selfs and care for others. They own their own buisness. They care for their looks. Several of them have past thirtyfive and still have amazing bodies! They raise children and have a career.

Kudos to all of you!! You know who you are. You are the ones that don't depend on anyone else but still can ask for help. You are the ones that ain't afraid of failure and know how to roll with the punches. You are the ones that step it up and bring it all home.

I know wich team I play for, but sometimes I wonder if there are any men that really can match the strength, beauty and ability to juggle several tasks and thoughts at the same time like a woman can. And I play with the thought of switching team members =)

Right now I'm multitasking, something that every single one of these women are experts at and I'm truely inspired of. I'm typing this and packing my bag for a weekend in Copenhagen with one particually intelligent and fun woman.

The whole truth is that I'm going there to co-teach acroyoga with a female colleauge (and she is straight. If anyone wonder where I'm going with this.)

See you out there!

Keep strong.

Living is a verb!!

Laugh often, give hugs, play your favorite music loud, breath deep, visit friends and loved ones, see the beauty around you, forgive the haters, don't sweat the small stuff, follow your dreams, remember to floss and love like crazy!!

2013!!

This beach was the first thing that I laid eyes on when I woke up around noon january the 1st 2013.
It's a photowall at a friends house, and laying there I felt what I think this year will be all about (for me).
Love.
And since there is so much in my life that I love - performance, yoga, friends, family - there will be an abunence of it.
Now all I have to do is lean into it and find out if it's going to be lost, found, broken, healed, unspoken, true, spontanious, unpredictable, breathtaking, sweet, unbearable and dare myself to communicate with it in whatever form the love appears.

Merry hanukkah

... and a happy Christmas!!

I've said "bye bye" to my 2012 december family - the Killing Houdini-crew. But who knows, we might turn up somewhere sometime again.

Until then; feast your eyes on these pretty pictures =) 

New years resolution tips =)

1. Take action.
2. Show up.
3. Lean into it.
4. Start anywhere.
5. Keep busy.
6. Get out more.
7. Ask for help.
8. Shake more hands.
9. Give more hugs.
10. Don't stop.

Pick one or take them all!!
Happy new year to everybody!!

Moving.

Last saturday was the movig day with a big M.
I woke up early, excited, and desided to go and check out my new apartment. After all I had never really had a good look at it or the emediate neigborhood. So I stuffed my little car (107 peugeout) full (that would be my handbag and not much more) and drove downtown.
Back home (at my old adress) I had some coffee and the desided that I had the time to go to the new adress once more before friends and family would arrive to help me move the rest off my stuff. But where did I put the keys?
I left the keys at my new adress!!
Back at the new adress I'm hoping to bump into a dogowner or someone else that is up with the early birds a saturday morning that can let me in to the buildning... After harassing some inocent people just passing by I finaly get let in by a neighbur. Praying that I left the keys in the front door I run up to the apartment - but ofcourse I had left the keys INSIDE the apartment.
The locksmith is there in 45 minutes.

Events like this gets me to wonder; is it just me? Is it just my life that is a everyday, all day-circus or are there others like me? Is there supportgroups where I can meet fellow everyday, all day-circuses and listen to stories like mine that is'nt mine? Or is everone else facebook surfice perfect?

The rest of the moving went increadably smooth and I'm starting to get unpacked.