Tagged: beinglizardek

We take so much of ourselves for granted. The way our bodies work, our senses, the fact that we can reason and think and feel. In fact, we rarely give any consideration to how well things go until something goes wrong, stops functioning, changes gradually or abruptly. We don’t even catalog the amazing powers of this skin we live in until it’s suddenly sliced open by an errant edge of paper or a mis-timed knife and our attention is yanked ferociously to a heightened awareness of pain. We often don’t even realize what muscles we have until we feel them...

When I left work today, on time for once, at 4 p.m., it was still light out. The sky was cloudy but it was high and white and light. There’s a lot of snow still on the ground, so everything has this grey frozen sheen to it, and with the reflective cloud cover, it feels much like being in a cold steel box. BUT! It’s a cold steel box that is getting lighter inside. Even though we’ve had a decidedly cold winter so far, it’s still not THAT cold. I walk around with my coat open all the time. A...

Messy mush of conflicting feelings; the usual state of affairs in my head these days. I don’t seem to have any level days, it’s up and down, a constant motion. If life were a boat, I’d be hanging over the side, green in the gills, heaving. Last week, the first official week back at work had me with my head down, pounding through a monster list of projects and requests and emails with barely a chance to come up for air. If I hadn’t worked during my last week of vacation, I’m positive my head would have exploded by Friday....

American Liz – “You never want to say that you are the best, even when you are!” ————————- Then & why I came here: My dad was in the military and our family lived quite awhile in Europe when I was a teenager. I longed to go back. Luckily, I fell in love with a European, a Swedish man. We met in Chicago, USA and in 1997 decided to move to Sweden. ————————- One of the first things I learned when I came to Sweden was the word “fika”. I’ve never met a people with such a love of cookies...