Between Treatments, Cinnamon Buns, Reflections, New Beginnings and a Little Friday the 13th

The day is well underway.
The week has flown by.

Yesterday I received another message saying that the “shadow” is under control, but that I need a few more treatments.
Everything is fine. I’m just so tired of it.

The Scent of Cinnamon in a Hospital Corridor

On my way out, I suddenly caught the smell of cinnamon pastries. It filled the entire hospital corridor. The kind of smell that almost makes time pause for a moment. Warm, comforting, almost like a small childhood memory suddenly appearing.

Of course, I couldn’t resist.

So I bought some and brought a few to my neighbors as well. They are incredibly kind to me and help whenever it’s needed. Small things mean so much more when life moves a little slower.

Small Steps Back to Everyday Life

Back home, the computer is open again.

From time to time I read a few lines on the screen. That’s about all I can manage right now.

Documents need reviewing.
Projects need follow-up.
Thoughts need sorting.

On the table is a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Next to it, a cinnamon bun resting on a plate.

Then I have to pause for a moment.
Lean back.
Look outside.

And there… finally… I see the sun stretching out a few careful rays.

There’s something about that.
After the storm, the sun always returns.

A Little Friday the 13th Reflection

And then it hits me, today is Friday the 13th.

Some people consider it unlucky. A day filled with superstition and small warnings from old stories. But as I sit here, looking at the sunlight slowly returning, I can’t really see anything unlucky about it.

If anything, it feels like the opposite.

Sometimes life throws us a few detours anyway. Not because of a date on the calendar, but simply because life happens. And maybe days like this are actually reminders that even on a so-called unlucky day, you can still find warmth in a cinnamon bun, kindness in neighbors, and a bit of peace in a quiet moment.

What Life Actually Teaches Us

My thoughts continue wandering.

What life has really taught me so far. And if there is one thing I’ve truly learned, it’s to be less naive. To trust myself more. And perhaps most importantly, to dare to show vulnerability.

I’ve actually started speaking up.
Even when it hurts.

There is strength in that too.

This break from everyday life that I’ve had has been incredibly good. Even though it wasn’t planned. Even though it came a bit suddenly. I just needed to be alone for a while, completely alone.

Start again.
When I’m ready.

And right now, I simply need to be alone. Not let others hurt me anymore.
It’s about daring to open up again one day, when the time feels right.

But sometimes life needs to slow us down a little.
Just so we can find our balance again.

Small Plans for the Weekend

Then it suddenly hits me; it’s Friday again!

And this weekend…

I’m going to deep clean all my rugs.
Pack quite a few things.
Tidy up, both around me and inside my thoughts.
Stop by to visit my oldest daughter.

And! I need to get ready for the premiere of the podcasts arriving every Tuesday: “Tuesday’s Table.”

I’m really looking forward to that.

There we’ll explore different topics going a little deeper. A little more honestly. A little more reflection about life as it actually is.

Not just the headlines.
But what lies beneath them.

The Light Returns

Then it suddenly hits me; it’s Friday again!

So here I am now, lying on the couch.

It’s getting brighter outside.
The sun is peeking out a little more.
I can hear the birds singing.

And I feel it quite clearly:

A good time is on its way.

Now I’m going to fill my days with what gives me energy.
With what is real.
With what makes room for both strength and vulnerability.

Because maybe that’s exactly where life happens.

Today’s Motto

After the storm comes the sun, and sometimes we find ourselves there in the light.

Happy Friday! Even if it happens to be the 13th.

Bubble hugs from Nordè