A damp smell of sand. Warm, red sand. Crickets singing in the evening darkness. The birds’ hysterical chirps in the morning. The sun that heats and makes the seats in the Land Rover impossible to sit on. The smell of weapon oil. Sweat. The muezzin’s prayer call from the minaret. The kids’ happy laughter and …
My own personal anxiety In several blog posts I have described PTSD and GAD, general anxiety disorder. And I have really been general. Today I want to write about my personal anxiety. The one I feel when I have my days where I’m not at my best. I am reasonably good at telling about other …
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Probably not. And here is 5 reasons why. I am slightly above average interested in what is happening in Ukraine and in Gaza. This means that I follow quite a few people who I believe have a balanced attitude to the reality surrounding these events. I follow “Reporting from Ucraine” and I follow Anders Puck …
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Luckily, I remind myself, I have someone to motivate me to exercise. Let’s rewind a bit. (Who wouldn’t want to rewind time a few years, especially those of us who are starting to reach the upper end of the life course? But that’s another, more morbid (if you will,) story.) For the sake of today …
(Or who do you want to be at the age of 60?) Restarting your life (or reinventing it), sounds like an American “pull yourself together” cliché, where the only thing needed to get a better life is to get out of bed in the morning. (And preferably make your bed – like a famous general …
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… On a beach outside the town of Mytilíni, Lesvos at 0030 February 22, 2016. I stand with my binoculars and look at a low, dark line on the horizon. A few seconds later it is confirmed: It is a RIB. A black rubber boat. It is always anxious to see how low in the …
The young adults. I am old enough to occasionally read the obituaries in Adresseavisen, (I admit it). An overview, mostly to see if there is anyone I know by name who is dead. Fortunately, I rarely see anyone from my own generation who has died. But then there are the others: this time it was …
“the bridge between despair and hope is a good night’s sleep.” A famous person, whose name I no longer remember, once said that the bridge between despair and hope is a good night’s sleep. That’s how simple it can be said – and done. We spend 26 years of our lives sleeping. Now I …
Twenty good years? A good friend of mine once said while walking in the mountains of Gran Canaria.“Knut, we have twenty good years left. Use them wisely »I was about 49 years old at the time and did not feel old at all. In fact, I was quite agile and answered her quickly:“You must give …
Slow down you crazy childYou’re so ambitious for a juvenileBut then if you’re so smart tell me,Why are you still so afraid? – Billy Joel (The lyrics of the song Vienna from the album The Stranger, 1977) Sad weeks After some sad weeks with the loss of good people, the tragedy that …
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