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So, I missed 3 days of blogging. The “old” me (which paradoxically would mean ‘newer me’ as I was younger back then...and the ‘old me’ is the future me...which is also me now as it’s the future versi...oh screw it) would’ve felt a sharp sting for missing these three days in an otherwise brave attempt to blog every day. However, I will try to accept the fact that these three days were spent recuperating from a very difficult time. Darker days will still appear along the way, but I have a brighter outlook now. Maybe it’s the medication, maybe it’s the surroundings (at our lovely lake cabin), maybe it’s loving friends, or maybe it’s me who managed to bring myself to some brighter thoughts. Personally I think it’s the combination of all the above. 

I managed to sleep for quite a bit last night. I didn’t fall asleep until maybe 3am, but I slept until noon more or less uninterrupted, and that gave me almost nine hours. Or a solid eight at least. I got up and did some light tidying. I fixed myself a wonderful breakfast which I enjoyed down by the water. I’m currently cleaning the cabin as I’m leaving tomorrow. If I could stay longer I would. The connection here is rather dreary, but I’m actually ok with it right now. 

I will try my best to keep this blog alive. It helped me through some difficult days. Not that I wrote anything unique or imaginative, but the routine of it helped me focus and stay on top of things. I never really read old posts. I feel that once it’s posted I’m done with it. However, I will read these again someday (and will probably find thousands of spelling and grammar mistakes which will rattle my bones).


Although this blog started as just for me, I did open it for the public and linked it on my instagram account (Sindre.kristiansen). So if you are reading this I wish you a beautiful day. It’s currently a heatwave here (and the rest of the world it seems) so for us sun deprived Norwegians it is heavenly, for the climate overall I guess this isn’t a good sign...nonetheless I do genuinely wish you a fantastic day. ❤️

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