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Where should I sleep tonight?
Just cycled up 1500meters, because I didn’t have a better idea what to do with this day. Now I am unable to move any further. I sit in a little shed full of fire wood which doesn’t protect me from the wind, at least I have a roof over my head. Where should I sleep…
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Freedom lays behind fear.
Where do you place your fears? Are they motivating or hindering your choices? There are a few reasons why I embarked on that new adventure, cycling by myself to I don’t know where exactly. A few destinations in my head, but really I am doing this not for a destination but for my fears. One…
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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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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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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…
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Focus and Freedom : How do you create your life?
Where do you set your priorities? How do you create your life? Focus on less and focus on it better. Not in these words, but with the same meaning, is one thing Marcus Aurelius mentions in his meditations. He has a point, of course he does, one that resonates with me. And maybe with you…
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Baby blue cashmere trousers, why compromise?
Why is there a compromise between fashion and comfort? Questioning the compromise between fashion and comfort while reinterpreting an old fashioned cashmere two piece.
kesityu. 