Distractments for a rainy day.

 

 

 

Use your skills.

I get inspired by people that are skilled in the art of living and making the most of what they got. Whom they are changes from time to time, sometimes it changes from day to day. But there are some that seems to be endless as sources for inspiration. Like my mom, I constantly get inspired by her. And Bruce Lee, and I don't have to explain why.

How can you incorporate the skills you allready got in a different Environment?

Practice make Permanent.

You have all heard the saying "practice make perfect".
The other day, while practicing, me and a collegue was talking about what happens when you practice and I sad "practice make perfect" and he corrected me and said "practice make permanent".
That is so true.
What you practice over and over will inprint in your - whatever you are practicing - and that is not necessary perfect.
It's the same with your thoughts.
What you choose to think over and over again will reflect on your actions, your actions will reflect in what result you'll get. It might not be a pemanent result, but depending on your thougts, it might be perfect at that time.

Simplifying.

In an attempt to make my life easier I tried to divide my privite self, my yogini self and my performance self. Both for myself and to make it more understanable to others.
My plan was not to mention my profession as an acrobat in a yogic contexts and vice versa. I also did'nt want the parts of my life where I'm not an acrobat and not an yogini to leak into the parts where I am. You know.
But the thing is; being an acrobat or an yogini is'nt really a suit you put on and turn into some predesided hours a day.

Anyhow. I created a special facebookpage for my yogic self. A special facebookpage for my perfomance self. And I also have a "normal" facebook account.
I created one webbsite for performance and one webbsite for yoga.
For some time I even tried to have a special yogablog.
It was exhausting.

Awhile ago I was assisting a HOT MOJO education with one of the founders of the concept, Monica Björn. When she was presenting me for the group of students she told the students - yogastudents - that I am an acrobat. She told yoga people that I am an acrobat! That is not how I divide myself!
Afterwards we talked about it and she made me understand some things. She planted a seed that made me come to the decision I've come to.

The thing is. Being an yogini/acrobat is'nt a suit I put on for a few hours a day. It's who I am through and through. It's in my bones, in my tissues, it makes my heart beat.

Kind of like Superman. Unlike other superheros he doesen't dress up as a superhero. He dress up as a human. He is born to be Superman, he pretends to be Clark Kent.
I'm not pretending to be Milla Floryd but I'm done dividing Milla Floryd into parts.
So I'm putting my yoga facebookpage and my performance facebookpage to rest. If you are a fan of those please become my facebookfriend instead! Please take the whole of me. Yoga, acrobatics, life. Unshattered.
I'm also over some time going to join my two webbsites into one. Simplifying. Yoga and performance at one united place. Because that's who and what I am. It's just like Gaga sings; I'm born this way. I'm a natural born yogabat.

The little things.

Like never calling me. Not even to call back.
Asking me a question and then not listening to the answer.
Asking me to share something then making it all about you, even if it has nothing to do with you.
Looking straight into my eyes and listen to me when I talk.
Letting anger and frustration flash by like oncotrolable fire in your eyes.
Dancing with me.
Flying with me.
Telling me how beautiful I am.
Making plans with me.
Showing and telling me that you want to be with me.
Not answering texts.
Only comunicating with texts.
Kissing.
Missing.
Thinking of you.
Wanting everything from me and not giving anything back.
Being proud of me.
Wondering about me.
Staying until I fall asleep.
Knowing what's best for me.
Letting me go.
Being here.
Loving me.
Staying with me.

Sponsored by Freddy!!

Feeling good and looking good on the yogamat is kind of in my job description.
Due to my new sponsor I can look and feel great both on and off my yogamat!!
Super proud and happy as a clown I like to announce that I have started working with Freddy Sweden.
Fashionable, trendy clothes and and slogans like "the art of movement" and "the slounge way" fits me like a glove =)
Freddy has that kind of clothes that you can wear to yoga, to the gym, to the coffeeshop and to the nightclub. Depending on how you accessorize the same outfit can be worn to almost every occation! For me, who might be a natural born slounge girl, that is the perfect clothes!! Relaxed, sportive, fashionable and seductive clothes that can be worn 24/7.
Yesterday I visited Malin, who is the big Freddy boss in Sweden, at her office and left the place with more clothes and gear than I could carry. So now I can look laidback but be ready for action. Feel comfortable and free with soft fabrics that follows the natural inclination of my body. Wearing clothes that support and bring out joy for the art of movement!!

My friend Hanna.

My friend Hanna had her own clothing brand, traveled all the time, worked with designing and oversea contacts during the nights instead of sleeping and the text below is her facebook status from the otherday, explaning were she's been the last couple of months.


Some of u know that I have had a rough time during the past XX months,there's been loads of questions:
Where the fuck did I move? Why don't I answer to calls and texts? What do I do nowadays? Did I stop selling clothes completely?

Have I become a total bore - stopped going to gigs and drinking beer? ... and who is that dude ...with long hair that I hang with?
So I guess it´s time for some kind of public statement

Since this summer life has been both heaven and hell, gone trough some heavy shit and made some poor decisions.

I was beyond tired all the time, felt like my mind had been plugged out and struggled to do even the most basic tasks.
Some days fine and other days not getting out of bed.

Took me a while but seeked care.The diagnosis? - U´ve hit the wall! No shit. But, more surprisingly - turns out I had a heart attack...
Yep at age 29, ain´t kidding, wish I was. This was now 4 months ago, I´m better now but still not well, on sick leave (is that a word in English btw?) for another 6 months.

On the good side - slowing down allowed me to meet an amazing new boyfriend, whom I fall more and more in love with for each day. I feel truly grateful for the
support from my friends, family and loose acquainted folks, even experienced the kindness of random strangers. This has helped a lot, with out it chances are that i wouldn´t have made it.

I now live with my mum close to the sea outside of Falkenberg, sleeps a good 10h each night, make few plans and have minimized the ever present to-do list.
Still having some really shitty days, but slowly starting to become human again.

OK, end of this novel, moral of the story: - Don´t be as stupidly stubborn as i was.
To all of my fantastic, creative, hard working friends, please take good care of yourself !!



I have Hannas permission to use her words here since we both want to put some spotlight on the fact that women don't have the same symtoms as men if they have a heart attack and it can actualy get to late to slow down. Luckily it was'nt to late for Hanna.

What if you only have one life?