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Am I the only one doing this?
After I had pushed myself to my limits yesterday only to get saved by the bakery woman and her friend. Today, I decided was going to be a good day. Leaving town with a sandwich and some cookies, I was looking forward to my coffee after a gentle 15km through the sleepy mornings. Green and…
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Do you choose Love or Destruction?
I am done. Not out of love nor forgiveness. Just because I am sick of filling my head with other peoples crap. Stubbornness. Maybe that’s the way I have to take it. In the end, that is, what brought me so far in life. Stubbornness for everyone who told me it wouldn’t work, everyone that…
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Violent storms and kind strangers.
The sixth day of bikepacking in France by myself. The chirping of the first birds on the morning wakes me up. Through the windows of the barn that was my shelter for the night I see the sky, still dark, a few clouds. As more and more birds enter the morning symphony, I pack up…
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Leaving town by bike.
The first day of another cycling adventure. Who would have thought? As I am pedalling through a fresh overcast Thursday morning in May, my thoughts are passing by, like all these buildings that used to weigh heavy on my sense of freedom. Now I am passing them, on my way out of town. Left, right,…
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1 week and 1 day.
1 week and 1 day, sometimes thats all it takes for a crazy idea to become tangible reality. As I cycle around my favourite little hill side lake, it comes up again. That feeling, free and wide the world in front of me, cycling feels more like flying. “Why can’t I keep pedalling like that…
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How many times can you learn the same lesson?
Either we learn the lesson, or we’ll carry it with us, for as long as it takes to get it, wether it will be six or forty-four years or anything in between.
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Finding my words.
My head is bursting of ideas, but I don’t know yet how to put them into words. Sometimes they are so many and I forget to be patient with them. As my day goes towards an end I miss all the things I thought of instead of remembering all the things I did do. And…
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Growing through the last layers of snow.
Only when everything breaks down we can rebuilt freely and up to endless potential. Here I am two months later, which feel like an eternity. I am not the same. My life is not the same. Every thing exploded and I am growing the most beautiful existence I ever imagined. My words are shy, and…
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5 minutes a day are 30 hours a year.
“If only a week had 10 days” and “If I could add a few more hours into the day” Who isn’t guilty of thinking or saying something in those lines out loud at least a few times in their life? Doing more. We always feel like we have to do more of everything. More work,…
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3 bottles of wine and 1 jacket.
I forbid myself to start any new sewing projects. After a few weeks of overloading my inspiration sewing what felt like a thousand new items. I had to slow down, once more. And because I don’t seem to understand the concept of “just a little bit”. That meant all or nothing; too much sewing or…
kesityu. 