P1: s long-running classic Thoughts for the day gives me a contract to write three minutes existential and specify the position twice in the fall and twice in the spring. It is a good exercise. But it is not always easy to come up with something that feels close to me, and to have a general existential touch and be able to capture the curiosity of three minutes of the weary morning- and evening listeners.
But now it has become a small stack of treminutersreflektioner anyway. Every time I think nääää, I can not think of anything, I can not!
so hey presto, I write up something that will still, and so a sudden I'm sitting in the studio and record it with my wonderful producer Mette Göthberg. She is the world's best to see how to shorten the text and to constantly remind me to write in the present tense.
Now I have thus managed to whisk together the two reflections to to be sent in June and I'm proud. Ja, I'm proud because it is difficult.
This blog makes me so angry at times, because I get angry at things that I have written that feels unnecessary and too wordy, and it's easy to think you know something about me that I write some things and why I sometimes get comments of the special male that makes me like spy of lead. But I get the many, many constructive , thoughtful and appreciative comments – One can really not only get the positive! They do not get tired, they excite the course and you have to weigh the evil against the good. But all these words. Why should I help babblandet that overwhelms us, I often think, almost disgusted with the fact that I do it.
Yet I can not help but write a blog every now and then, and when I started it was very important, and my way back to find my voice again, after the great devastation.
There is something human to communicate anyway! 🙂
The idea for the day, the two I'll record a few days, is about a walk and what I experienced at the – so I actually feel very often, even if this particular walk had a difficult element and reminded of life's fragility – and the other is about a misconception, a misunderstanding of the kind that I love. Alltså, what better times, than misconceptions that gives new dimensions? In such moments soars life in a light fountain. How fun it can be!
It is good to write on stopping up, to formulate something that otherwise only reaches the outer layer of your consciousness, something that might be important, which is of use to understand, something that nourishes and power. I recommend everyone to write a little diary, etc., why not letters, by the way?
And it is good to listen, to share in other people's stories and thoughts, it is partly so we formed the people and hopefully growing, not shrinking, in our relationship with this life.
Though it feels unnecessarily many times, this job that I have… and WHY?? … it is perhaps still a little advantage of the. OBS! This is not to go to the net, but for real, quite often, I wonder what the hell I was writer….! Others have also fun job but they serve at least money on it, type.
