Why I like drinking whisky


I started drinking whisky with my ex, when the first sips of the golden liquid made me think of fire and jet fuel, and the combination of flavors gave me a difficult time trying to decide whether I liked it or not. But after I bought the first bottle, which was sold quite beautifully and reminded me of a lesson I’ve learned about food and wine I have become hooked.

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Achieving goals

I have been thinking about personal goals lately, about how to achieve them and what they should be. After I started running I started to realize the steps you need to go through to achieve them, at least when it comes to exercise, and maybe they will help in other areas.

How to start:

First off it is important to start veeeeery slowly, and make it so that you don’t think you are actually putting in a lot of effort. My running program on my mobile started with walking 2 kilometers and kept it in that area for a few weeks, three times a week. 10 weeks later I was running 5 kilometers and feeling weird if I couldn’t finish that distance. Three weeks after that I am doing a new program that gets me to 10 kilometers and doing 5 kilometers three times a week. I am even eyeing a marathon at some point, and thinking about increasing my ways of exercising to include strength training.

In a similar fashion, I want to get good at writing or blogging. So I decided to start posting on a schedule, finding ideas and writing the structure every week. So far, so good.

How to continue:

Secondly, for me at least, I find it very important to have an external goal. I know I want to do a marathon at some point and going on officially held runs helps me get to that point slowly. After my couch to 5km program I did the Color Run, which was 5km. Now, for the 10km run, I have chosen to participate in the 10km run in the Reykjavik marathon. I feel excited.

For the writing part, I haven’t really found a good external goal for the blogging. I know there are blogging competitions out there, but I don’t know if one can “train” for them.

How to keep at it:

Thirdly, the things that you do have to reflect your values. I know that exercising is important to me, just to keep me moving, to do something fun and keep my head clear. Similarly, blogging or writing is something that has been a part of me for so long, it is my creative outlet and I want to get better at it. I used to write stories as a child and I tend to find words, and the images they conjure up, so funny.

Achieving goals was something that I never thought would be a part of me. Now that it is becoming so, I am starting to enjoy setting others. Doing it is also helping me feel better about myself and my life.


Clashing dating cultures – in reverse

A few years ago I wrote a blog called Clashing dating cultures in which I talked about the difficulties in dating between Scandinavians and Europeans. Now, as I am back in my country, I am starting to feel the clashes in dating cultures in reverse since I am used to being treated in a different way from before. I am also not willing to compromise on my wants anymore after having a good relationship with someone and so I find the following items wonderfully strange at best and completely clueless at worst. These are all Icelandic men, btw.

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New heads in old hats?

I found myself looking at the title of this blog and thinking back on why I chose it. It’s not exactly a self-explanatory title.

Six years ago, when I started writing this blog, I was reading a lot about changing habits since my life was in turmoil. I had lost my job, gone through another breakup, moved in with a friend to save money and was trying to get back on my feet while the economy was crashing around me. Nothing in life was fixed in place and the edges of my life felt wobbly.

During that uncertain time, I realized that life is in constant motion. We might look the same and feel the same, but there are always some things that will change around us. We might wear the same clothes, but have new ideas. Nothing is certain.

Now, six years later, I feel older and wiser, although my life isn’t exactly in place. I just returned to my home country a few months ago after a long stay in Europe and nothing is certain either. I am starting out in a new job, living with my parents for the time being and trying to decide on buying a place. My last relationship broke into pieces and I’m just trying to move on. But I feel more certain in myself, more able to weather the uncertainty storm. The only thing is that I don’t know if my new ways of thinking match the old ways of thinking in my country. My new head might not match the old hats that are here.

If anyone feels like that, I would love to know.




The email I need now


Dear one,

you just let go of someone really special to your heart. You can still see his qualities and the good times you shared together and you know he has had a tremendous impact on the value you place in yourself and being treated well. You didn’t want to hurt him but time and distance did not help you and so you made the decision to let go. That is ok. You both learned a great deal in this relationship but it was time to move on.

Hurting is ok. It means he had an impact on your heart. Remember the time you promised yourself not to cry over anyone unless they were worth it? He was worth it and so you cry. Be kind to yourself. You are not a bad person. You did not lie, nor cheat or try to manipulate him. You were just uncertain and without a port in a storm a boat will eventually keel over and sink.

You both will heal. You just have to want to. Remember the good times, the trips that you took together, how loved he made you feel, the breakfasts and the wine and know you will find that again.

You needed him and he needed you. You needed each other to grow and to feel loved so that you could love yourself more. Thank him for that, for the lessons you learned and be unafraid to move on. Cry if you must, smile when you need and know that you made the right decision at the right time.

Be kind to yourself.

Eternal love.

Finding my place in this world

A few days back home and I find myself struggling. I enjoy being back, breathing the air and drinking water that little by little removes 5 years of being homesick, but I found myself asking a lot if I’m enough to stay.

I’ve always wanted to be an entrepreneur or be successful in a job that I enjoy but I’ve never gotten over the hurdle of knowing what I want to do. I’ve done analysis, figured out my passion and I know that I am good at getting things done but somehow I can’t put these two things together. So right now I’m stuck between really figuring this so called life out, or just going with the flow and being myself.

One of the things I’ve been struggling with is writing and blogging. I would love to have a successful blog that is actually read and responded to but I tend to think that to have one I have to be better. Better at marketing, better at reaching people, more focused about the things that I write about, bla bla bla and blugblu as the cherry on top. IS THIS NORMAL WAY OF THINKING? Gahhhhhhhh!

But I had a conversation today that made me feel better. A friend, also a blogger, said that sometimes you need to blog about the regular stuff and your neuroses to get them out. So I’m blogging about my worries, hoping that maybe I’m not the only one that only blogs when I have something to say and not on a two-a-week regular schedule. And maybe, through being my over-analytical and worried self I’ll find my place in this world.

Going back

As the day draws to a close I’m sitting here thinking about all the things I will be giving up in a few weeks. Soon I will be moving on from this place that has been less a home and more my base of bad habits for five years. Soon I will need to be an adult, close to my family, hopefully buying a place of my own and growing roots that I have avoided to do for as long as I’ve been here.

Why am I moving on?

I sometimes think of myself as dancing with uncertainty. There are times when I get to sit out and enjoy the music but a lot of the time I’m out there swirling every which way and trying to figure out how to place my feet. This has been going on now for almost 7 years. These days, however, I’m getting tired of dancing. No matter how sweet the music, I am longing to sit down with my loved ones and breathe. That’s why I’ll be moving back home.

I have lived here in the land of luxury for five years and enjoyed a lot of it. I’ve enjoyed the wine, the cheese, the good food but I can’t really say that I have had fun the entire time. I am hoping I will find that when I get back home. I’ve grown into an adult and learned to appreciate adult things but the fun I associate with home did not follow me to my new place. I hope I will find it again when I go back, along with all the things I left behind.