At two points in recent times I have been asked what I truly, deeply burn and desire for the betterment of this world. Those of you who know me might think this would be about helping people find their love for their bodies, or realising healthy lifestyle choices. But when asked, I dug a little bit deeper and surprised myself with what bubbled to the surface. A clump formed in my throat as I tapped into this truth, and I answered the person asking me: "I want fathers to recognise exactly how important they are for their children. I want mothers to allow fathers to be fathers." Tears poured out of my soul as I felt my own longing for my own father and the raw pain from raising my daughter at
I don't know how many times I have cried in my bedroom feeling like a failure. Do you? There was the time when I had to jump off my dancer's degree at the Stockholm Ballet Academy in the 90-ies. How hard I had worked to get in, and then an injury caused me to leave. I found myself feeling way too old to start a new career, way too heartbroken to motivate myself to dream up something new. Instead I stood in a convenience store working night shifts serving grilled sausages on a bun to drunken party goers after they had been kicked out of the nightclub. So the opposite of failure is success, right? What exactly do we want to be successful at? For me when leaving school, career choice was more a
