I have stories

Author: Angel Page 1 of 6

Trying out life

Summer of Love

Summer has ended. You can feel the cold in the air approaching, you can even smell it. Not sure how I view back on this summer. It was like this continuing all or nothing situation, in every aspect of my life.

A new story was born this summer, one I set out to find. Another has continued in spite of every odd that life is throwing at it.

It feels like the rhythm of life has changed from a once reasonable pass to now something flipping from a halt to a sprint. And back. I sometimes find myself having trouble keeping up. Or standing still. Sometimes both. At the same time.

I so long for a sense of normalcy. I miss it. At the same time I find it hard to remember what that felt like, normalcy.

Remember laughing? Dancing? Feeling free to do whatever you want, right there, in that moment. Bc there will be more. More laughing, more love, more time. There is always tomorrow. There always was….at least, we thought there would be. I took that for granted. I think we all did.

I think we took a lot of things for granted.

Looking outside I don’t think we realize it yet, we have not learned our lesson. Maybe we never will, who knows. But then again, maybe we will.

I have love so I have hope.

Put your money

I like to push boundaries, especcially when it comes to my body. Just to see how far I can take it. Mind over matter.

I have this nifty little mind-trick that makes it able for me to block out physical discomfort and pain, to a great extend at least.

The most extreme thing I did to my body was a contestprep. I wanted to know if I could do it.

16 weeks, weight-training every day; cardio every day, last four weeks doubled. Strict diet, last six weeks no cheats. None. Something like that. It was brutal.. Of course I made every mistake possible but, I did it. Took me two months to recover from over-training (rest hrt over 100…) and for my hormones to re-balance.

I was never going to compete, that’s not me, but I had something to prove to myself. It’s always about me vs me.

With that in mind I did it again, one year later. With all the lessons I had learned about my body it took me 11 weeks to get the results I wanted. Big plus: I did not end up over-trained.

No, I will not do it again nor do I recommend doing it. Unless you have something to prove to yourself, then you absolutely should.

Keep Swimming

During holiday I ‘entered’ a swimming contest. Minimum age was 12, I was 10… Took some time for them to understand I was not accepting No for an answer. I was determined to enter and was just not leaving until they let me. I was a feisty little thing. And so stubborn, even then.

Eventually they let me enter. Of course I became last but I didn’t care one bit. That was never why I wanted it so bad. I wanted it bc they said I couldn’t.

They did give me a medaille. With compliments for persisting. I had no idea what that meant but man, I was so proud…

Where Beauty Meets Tragedy

Some years ago I was at the zoo and went to see the gorilla’s. They were inside bc it was really cold out. Inside you could see them through plexiglass.

I went in and sat down on a small ledge next to the glass and just waited. At some point this big female sat down next to me, on the other side of the glass. She was checking me out from top to bottom. When she started to tap the window with her finger I slowly turned my head.

She had these gorgeous kind brown eyes that tried to figure me out. I was really careful not to directly look into her eyes, just a glance. I guess at some point she decided I was not a threat bc she relaxed and fully leaned my way. I did the same and she didn’t move.

We just sat there. Glancing at each other, completely at ease with sitting there together. Two creatures from separate worlds, sharing a moment. Separated by plexiglass.

There’s so much beauty, and at the same time, so much tragedy in this memory. To me that’s poetry.

Dark Rider

The fastest way to clear my head or slow down my thoughts is to envision myself riding a motorbike by night. Maximum speed on a highway lit only by the colors of the city-lights. Lots of high speed curves, body almost parallel to the road. I can feel the power of the engine and the pressure of the air as I slide through it.

Maybe it’s the rhythm, maybe it’s the feeling of control. I honestly don’t know. All I know is that whatever is happening outside, in that moment, for a moment seizes to exist.

I have never ridden a bike btw

Page 1 of 6

Powered by WordPress & Theme by Anders Norén