I truly believe in following my heart. To live my passions and stay excited about the simple fact that I am alive. I think that when you stop being excited by things, when you lose that wonderful, childish, pure sense of excited exhilaration, then you’re doing life wrong.
Life is far better following excitement, and chasing those ‘wow’ moments where there is simply nothing to do other than just stop, take a breath, and soak it all in.
I’ve been pretty darn true to myself for the past three years, ever since I decided to let go of a well paying job and what could have turned into a quite “successful” career back in Scandinavia. But thankfully I had already spent years of my life traveling and living abroad and I thus knew there was so much more to life, and that the kind of success I was looking for was of a way different nature.
So I bought a one way ticket to Peru, packed my backpack and took off into the unknown, without much expectation, but with tons of excitement. Some people call me brave. A girl venturing out in the world on her own, but hearing that just made me slightly upset. Why should my gender ever stop me from living my dreams? The thought of locking myself up in my room at home for the rest of my life and neglect all the joys the world has to offer in order to stay safe is way more scary to me. To push ourselves outside our comfort zones is so healthy, and I find it very sad to see how many people let fear limit themselves from living life fully.
One fellow blogger once so wisely put it: “When you are following the will of the Universe, when you are following your heart’s true desire, even if it looks and feels like jumping off a cliff into the unknown, all the doors will open”. There is an immense amount of truth to that, and I’ve experienced it firsthand.
Taking off into the unknown sure is scary at times, but when I take a moment to actually look back at what I’ve achieved in these three years, I can almost not handle the gratitude that I feel. As soon as I finally let go of the thought of how I “should” live my life, when I let myself free and started following my desires, I’ve been rewarded with the most amazing experiences and moments of joy. And they keep on coming. A few months ago I got my dream job as a travel photographer, paid to go capture the charm and beauty in different corners around the world. I’m not sure how long the assignments are gonna keep on coming, but I do know that I’m happy and super excited to be alive, and that’s all I really need.
So don’t fight the current of your heart. Swim with it, and all the doors will open.
Next week, India.
Some people travel there to look at it, some people go there to climb it.
It makes me sad to see how poor the quality of my photos came out from that beautiful morning, but some things had to be sacrifised in order for me to make it back home and to work in time for my evening shift that same day. Ironically we bumped into John Price, a great local climbing photographer on our way rushing down and the shots he has shared after show the true beauty of this easy but stunning climb. However, I think this photo that I snapped of my awesome climbing buddy Jess still gives an idea of what if feels like climbing right next to a thundering waterfall as the sun slowly rises above the mountains surrounding you.
Just the fact that something like this can be combined with work the same day says something about what an epic place this is to call home.
I never considered myself addicted to coffee and caffeine, but since my trip to Greece and the intense two weeks of photo and video editing that followed in June, that lovely brown liquid has slowly started to take over my life. Which is why I decided to break up with it for a while and regain control. It hurts, it literally does, and all I can think of are those gorgeous green rolling hills in Salento, in the coffee region in central Colombia. Best coffee I ever tasted and one of my favourite spots in Latin America so far.
When I drove though the heart of the Canadian Rockies on my birthday, 1,5 years ago, and saw Castle Mountain rise beside the road in Banff National Park for the first time, I fell in love. It sometimes makes me wonder how many car accidents are actually caused by the simple beauty of these mountains…
It’s been a busy December all over Canada and Scandinavia and I feel like I might have given the impression that my blog is dead. However, I’m still very much alive. Have been working on a little photo project that I hope to be able to launch soon. In the meantime, Merry Christmas and all the best for 2015 ya all!
The view at my parents’ place last night. Boden, Sweden.
The pain associated with getting up at 6 in the morning is rapidly eased when this is what meets you outside the door.
I spent some magical days in a tiny Italian village on a hill near San Miniato earlier this year. I have always dreamt about experiencing the true countyside life of Tuscany and by meeting Daniele, another rock climbing globetrotter, with his roots deep down in the Tuscan soil, I suddenly found myself living that dream. Fantastic locally grown food and wine, gorgous views and lovely people – Just what I imagined, only slightly better.
Gratitude overload <3
I love this place. And I love how the randomness of travel brought me here through friends I made in Central America. A place I probably would not have been taking the time to get to know if it wasn’t for that little coincidence. Spent quite some time here last summer and another week around midsummer this year, which is when I snapped this photo.
Such a beautiful part of the world, both for its nature and people.