Birta is my ‘genius’. (Elizabeth Gilbert explains what that means in this inspiring talk) She is intertwined with my personality rather than an alter ego. As I want to be a writer I couldn’t live without her but sometimes I just want to eliminate her from my life, because her merciless criticism permeates all my thoughts about myself. I send her to her room, but she’s one insidious bugger and always manages to sneak up on me again. She has been bothering me lately. Halda áfram að lesa
Lovable
Babies are such lovable creatures. You look at your newborn and your heart is sizzling, captivated, overwhelmed with love. Yet the infant is hardly more than a crying carcass of sensitive cells, utterly dependent on you, demanding your service 24/7 and unable to give anything in return. Halda áfram að lesa
Picturing my mother
I grew up in a dysfunctional family, like most people. Or maybe it was just my mother who was dysfunctional. I was the oldest of three sisters and a parental child by the age of nine. Parenting your own parent as a child leaves you with a big responsibility, yet no power. I was robust and probably better qualified for that role than my sweet sisters. I was assertive, even abrasive from childhood, formidable before I finished primary school. Eccentric too I guess, but who isn’t somewhat eccentric anyway? Halda áfram að lesa
Molting bird
I am feeling better. Somewhat.
‘Think positively, visualize success’ my friend said and yes positive thinking works, visualization works, BUT –it is not that simple. Halda áfram að lesa
My Sister’s Approach
My sister is such a rare jewel. Not just affable like most nice people but so utterly lovable that she should have a full-time job just being her. And she is so nice to me. It is not that she understands my way of thinking, she does not and she doesn‘t pretend to either, but she accepts me for who I am. She and her husband are supportive in the best sense of the word and they are very dear to me. Halda áfram að lesa
Facebookial Suicide
I deactivated my facebook account. I like facebook. It is a big part of my life, as a matter of fact, I use it almost every day. However, I didn’t think of it as a big deal, since you can easily reactivate the account whenever you want to. Well, it turns out to be a very big deal, some people even think that this means I’m suicidal. I’m not. I’m not fine either, I’ve been through a crisis, and yes, closing my account has something to do with the state I’m in, but it is just a website, and I have not deleted it permanently, just put it aside.
For my fan
Dear Fan (probably my only one)
As you have read my blog through google-translate so long, I think I owe it to you to clear out a few things that you may have found elusive. Halda áfram að lesa