MUSINGS
Thoughts that I live by, soft sparks, and glimpses of my mind.
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One of the funniest things about me is that, as soon as I am stressed, under pressure, our of my comfort zone in any way, I tend to think other people see me as a misbehaved teenager. It does not matter that I am over 40 years old, that I’ve built a solid corporate career…
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About the last few days and the bizarre experience of it all. The closer you are to death, the more alive you feel. It’s a wonderful way to live. It’s the only way to drive. James Hunt – Rush
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But above all, I am tired of pretending that I don’t want the things I clearly do. I know what those things are! I know I want them. I know what I have to do to get them and I know no one will stop me. I also know I will be here to laugh…
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The book is not a romance, or it’s only a romance if you have a very generous imagination. But it’s powerful. Consuming. Anguished, like the weather that fills most of its days. I didn’t exactly like the book, for the same reason I’m still dealing with the aftermath of the movie: it is dark without…
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On repeat… Bad things – Cailin Russo Then your fireworks set me offI’m like a time bomb in a stormIn your arms, I’d start a warWe’ve both been here beforeMatter of fact, I caught you lookin’ backSo let’s go I get what I wantI want what I seeI wanna do, do, do, do bad things…
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Being able to sit with discomfort should get you medals. And choosing to surrender control and sit there anyway, not knowing the end, that’s next-level bravery. This is technically a 2026 problem, but now that I’ve seen it on the horizon, I need time to think. To overthink. To spiral a little and prepare myself…
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There are sentences that take up residence in my mind. Authors, books, lyrics – they put a string of words together and suddenly it becomes essential. I can’t live without that phrase echoing inside me, I’m done for. It’s boardline obsessive how much I think about certain sentences. And the worst (or best) part? I…
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Yesterday evening I’ve fallen in love with Tristan Miles in Paris. I’ve slept less two hours than I should for that. And today I am back to rainy Amsterdam, an impossible jet lag and my two wild kids. Reality is difficult, reality post-vacations is dreadful. So I have books, and while I have books I…
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A part of my soul resides in Scotland, it’s now my belief. After another 5 days of driving in the Highlands, I can confirm this will not be the last time I do it. Actually, this was the second time of many that will follow. It is unclear at this point whether it is the…
feisty mind 