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No.

No.

April 8, 2020
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Working from home.
That’s what I had on my agenda today.
Turns out.

No.
I would not be working from home today. 

Instead… I slept until nine thiiiirty.
Finished reading All the light you cannot see (just read it. It’s that good.).
Checked Social Media.
Said Yes to join the next-door neighbor for a PoGo-raid at the playground down the street, so quickly did my daily Seven and then didn’t have time to get dressed so walked barefoot, with uncombed hair in my bathrobe and managed to snag a Landorus.

Got dressed. Had breakfast, or lunch, more like it?
Handed over receipts and invoices to my Jenny who came over, having a sit-down for half an hour or so, to catch up. 

By now it’s 1 pm. This is when I truly decided that No, I will not be doing any work today.
So instead, I went for a barefoot walk.
Returned All the light you cannot see to the library (just read it. It’s THAT good.).
Went home and sat in the garden for the rest of the Buddhas by the roadside-episode that accompanied me on my walk.

Went inside. Laid down on my bed, keeping Pop company, read a few pages on another book, talked a bit to Alma, read some more. Did my Wim Hof deep-breathing exercise.

Went bike-riding while Alma went to buy Indian take away… which turned into a falafel instead. Ganesha closed on account of Corona. Bummer.

Time-coded the uncut episode of Buddhas by the roadside from the 7th of April, while writing a daily for The Creative’s Workshop.

And now… blog post published, will finish watching an episode of The English Game on Netflix, play a tune or two on my guitar, and then, head off to bed.

Tomorrow is another day! And tomorrow, I will be working. At least some…

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The reading retreat.

April 6, 2020
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Writing retreats, I’ve done. Alone. Together.
A day, two, three.

But never an official reading retreat.

One could argue I’ve been doing reading retreats ever since I learned how to read, because, to quote my mom, once I did I never stopped. Countless weekends I’ve spent immersed in great novels; laying away many a night, reading, totally engrossed in a story, making me experience life as a Viking slave, an Egyptian princess, a Vietnamese poet, a cave-woman, or explore the vast skies astride a flying dragon in some magical universe, similar and yet so different to my own.

But thanks to a The Creative’s Workshop-colleague writing about wanting to take time to read, I suggested she do a reading retreat, and all of a sudden, we had a date, going from idea to fruition in the space of three days. 90 minutes, over Zoom, all in all, four people, even though two sort of played a relay-game with each other, with one leaving as another entered the room. The Zoom-room.

…to be, without the intent to talk I said when we checked in prior to one reader leaving for another meetup. I’ve done many a type of meeting online, but never, truly, one where the intention was not to talk, but to be, and to read.

And I loved it.

As we shared half-time my co-creator was reminded of a quote by Lynda Barry, who has said about art-making that it’s this thing that we do alone together.

And I loved it. Alone. Together.
It felt so good. You know, like sitting in a room with a best friend, in total silence, and absolute companionship, doing whatever one pleases, but together? That’s what it felt like.

A gift.
One I want more of.

Would you like to join me sometime?

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We need each other

April 5, 2020
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Earlier this week, I got in a Zoom-call with my newfound friend Alison Coates. We are both attending The Creative’s Workshop, and what she’s doing is the type of Nik Askew-films that I’ve been enamoured with for the past… oh, ten years at least? Possibly more? 

Today, given social distancing (oh, how I wish the correct term was physical distancing! Because that’s what it’s about, truly.), she’s experimenting with doing these films online, using Zoom, rather than meeting face to face with a camera in tow. I booked a session with her (you can do too!), and am thrilled at what she managed to do with our 45 minutes. Working out the technical kinks is an ongoing process, but doing that as she goes along is inspiring to me. Not waiting until it all works seamlessly but rather doing that which wants to be done. (And honestly, how much ever works seamlessly unless we do some type of beta-testing?)

The result – had me amazed. Grateful at jumping at the chance to play with her. And me.
Click here to view We need each other.

Oh, and as I was doing my best to do a good set-up for Alisons zoom-call/recording, I was walking around my house trying to find a spot that had
1) good lighting
2) a fairly non-messy background
3) sufficient distance to youngest kid busy playing an e-sport-tournament on his computer
… I ended up in the basement bathroom, picture-proof here:

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Stumbling. Fumbling.

March 31, 2020
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What to do now?
What to write on the Patreon site?
How to start to engage my early adopters, the first handful of Patreons who have stepped up, stepped in, and are ready to dance? 

Stumbling.
I am.

Fumbling.
I am.

Unsure.
I look at this. Nah.
At that. No way.
Discard the third thing and then…

What would your response to yourself be if you saw this time as an invitation to dance?

I get this response from Sue Heatherington in The Creative’s Workshop, and it has me relax, exhale, laugh a bit at myself, and start to dance. And all of a sudden, I’ve posted my first post in the brand-new #tankespjärn-community. And there’s more to come!


It –the #tankespjärn-community– is for those who wish (be it consciously or just through some type of itch) to discover.
More. Other. New. The multiverse available to us all.

It’s all about you. About your very own personal starting point, whoever and wherever you are.
You are a person who would benefit from reflection, from observation of self and the world around you, from discovering habits and patterns of old and asking (not once, but regularly) how or if they still serve.

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Willing myself into murky waters

March 23, 2020
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Participating in The Creative’s Workshop on akimbo.com I am exposed to two sets of asks.
1) The Dailies, where I and the other players are asked to write and post every day for 100 days in a row. Subject, style, content totally up to each and every one of us.
2) The Prompts, where I and the other players are given a thrice-weekly prompt asking us to reflect and respond to questions, pushing me (at least) far outside of my comfort zone. Asking me to take a stand, to give voice to what I like and dislike, to what I do and don’t do, to what my work looks like and why. 

The different asks give rise to different response within me, something I try to give voice to below.


It’s a matter of focus. Of intent.
Of willing myself into murky waters where the going is far from easy and smooth.

That’s what the Prompts feels like to me.

Whereas the Dailies are more of an easy-peasy sit-down and let what-ever-want’s-to-come-out pour from my fingers onto the screen in front of me.

And. Luckily. It’s not a question of either-or both rather a both-and.

They give me different types of release.
The Dailies get to be lighter, or heavier for that matter, but there’s more flow to them.
Less intellectual effort.

The Prompts speak to the Upholder in me, making me want to respond quite literally to the specific questions asked. Even though I wriggle like a worm on a fishhook now and again, I get through them, slowly and steadily, one by one. A bit behind the release-schedule, but catching up.
In their iterative structure, inviting me back into past prompts, to observe, orient, decide, act (ooda), there’s progress, if by progress I mean movement. Which I do.

Thanks in large part to TCW, my mind is moving.
My understanding is increasing.
The visibility is greater, there’s more and more clarity.
In what it is I want to do, in who it is I want to be.

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Winnie-the-Pooh on Management & Problem Solving (book 3 of 12)

March 16, 2020
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I really did not enjoy reading Winnie-the-Pooh on Management & Problem Solving by Roger E. and Stephen D. Allen.

And in a sense… that makes me happy. Oddly enough.
Bear (haha. Pun not intended, would you believe it?) with me, as I try to explain.

You see.
I have a tendency to enjoy most of what I read.
I love books. I read lots.
And I can as easily down a quick-read from the chick-lit genre as a fact-based non-fiction book on leadership and human development, a Science Fantasy-trilogy as a spiritual deep-dive into the world of Mary Magdalen.
And most everything I do enjoy. I find something in them that attracts me, keeps me reading.
Can be the wit of it, the beauty of the language, a totally engrossing story or facts that makes my mind boggle.

“Remember, good judgment is the result of experience, and experience is the result of bad judgment.”

But more and more, I can discern (what a wonderful word that one! Discernment.) what I don’t like, what I don’t enjoy, where the language is not alluring, where I cannot get close to the characters (The Neapolitan Novels of Elena Ferrante is a great example), where something, whatever it might be, just seems off for one reason or another.

I had but read a few pages of this book when I knew it was off. For me! Which is an important caveat, as my taste is just that: mine. Noone elses. I borrowed this book from C, and he swears by it. But if I had not assigned this book a slot in my “read these 12 English books in 2020” I would have closed the book, returned it to C and never thought more of it.

But as I had chosen it, I made myself finish it, even though it took me more or less three months, with it laying on my dressing table as a constant reminder…

Perhaps it’s as simple as me not really being a Winnie-the-Pooh fan?
Perhaps the way the Allen’s emulate the way A.A. Milne writes (and is allowed to use excerpts from his books on Winnie-the-Pooh, both the written stories and the illustrations), but without being as great word-smiths as Milne?
Perhaps it was simply the wrong time for me to read it?

I don’t know, and don’t have to delve into it in-depth, but… at the same time, this is where my happiness comes in. You see, I am currently enrolled in The Creative’s Workshop (workshop run for the first time by Seth Godin on akimbo.com), and in several of the prompts (lessons you might say, three per week, over a 100-day-period) we’ve been asked to look at things such as these:
What is good, in my view? Why is it good? Who crafts good stuff (similar to that which I am working on)?
What don’t I think is good, and why? Who crafts “bad” stuff?
Who do I admire? Who do I want to emulate? And who’s the amateur, the professional and the hack in your line-of-work?

So.
Winnie-the-Pooh is helping me discern my responses to questions like these ones.
And that’s really helpful!

“…creativity […] is a way of being, of looking at things without judging them first, and that it can be learned and improved.”


The book I am blogging about is part of the book-reading challenge I’ve set for myself during 2020, to read and blog monthly about 12 Swedish and 12 English books, books that I already own.

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Lovingkindness, a way to let go of hesitation and fear

February 29, 2020
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Three days a week, there’s a prompt in The Creative’s Workshop. Something to ponder, to reflect and act upon, to respond to. Prompt number 8 called for action, and as much as it scared me, at first, once done, I’d shed a ton of anxiety and hesitation. 

This sentence hit’s the bullseye. Spot on. Hurtfully so:
It’s not that you can’t organize and ship a minimum lovable product. It’s simply that you’re hesitating.

You see, I want to do more with #tankespjärn than I have been doing so far, and yes I am afraid. I am hesitant. I fear failure.

Deep inhalation!
Letting it out.

Lovingkindness.
Breathe in love. Breathe out fear.
Breathe in strength. Breathe out hesitation.
Breathe in determination. Breathe out fear of failure.
Breathe in courage. Breathe out poor excuses.
Breathe in words from the Angel’s advocate. Breathe out words from the Devil’s advocate.
Breathe in just do it. Breathe out procrastination.

That’s what I wrote. To get myself ready to do the work the prompt actually called for, which was to make a list of steps that will take me (closer) to what it is I want to create, and then list what I need to do to make each step a reality. 

After spending 15-20 minutes on it, there I was, with a list of five steps with a number of actionable to-dos for each one. And all of a sudden, anxiety and hesitation are replaced with a sensation informing me that This is doable!

 

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Hacks, amateurs and pro’s!

February 15, 2020
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The Creative’s Workshop continues, this time with a prompt that had me struggle and shirk away from the full extent of it. Asked to identify a hack, an amateur and a professional within my given creative outlet, I had the following to say:
Hm. So. My creative outlet is, to a large extent, my blogging, the writing process is the thing. So I’d have to look there. I don’t make any money from my blogging, which I guess makes me an amateur. I certainly don’t have a vast and adoring public either, but drip by drip, it’s increasing slow but steady. But who are the glorious amateurs, the successful professionals and the hacks? That prompt sure makes me dig deep. Especially so as I am Swedish, and still want to share people writing in English here, so you might be able to discover someone new.

The glorious amateurs. My friend Anna Brix Thomsen. She’s powerful. She’s brave and courageous. She definitely doesn’t hold back from sharing generously and with huge amounts of vulnerability. And boy does she ever provide #tankespjärn! Her sharing revolves a lot around parenthood, and unschooling/learning, but the underlying theme of it all is self-discovery, I’d say. And anyone who’s a parent knows the amount of inner work that having a kid entices. She’s got a daughter at home and has had less time writing her-style-long-posts, so a lot of the sharing these past years have been done on Facebook and/or Instagram rather than on her blog, but she’s picking up blogging again from what I understand. I hope, and think, that she’s stepping into the professional arena. And I for one am cheering her on, wishing her great success, for she is definitely glorious!

The successful professionals. Well. That one’s given. Seth Godin. Daily. Definitely showing up with enormous generosity – both in the blogging, the podcasting, the course materials etc, and also live. I attended #SethinLondon in 2015 [Shiiiit, time flies!] and the generosity and warmth that Seth exuded was amazing. Tangible. I was totally star-struck upon meeting Seth in person, and with the most caring down-to-earth:edness, Seth put me right at ease. Very inspiring!

Buuuuut, it’s a bit too easy to point to Seth in The Creative’s Workship, created by Seth himself, isn’t it? However, as I’ve basically stopped reading blogs (once Google shut down their Reader, I really haven’t followed blogs, with one exception, and you know who’s blog that is…) I struggle to come up with another name.

Luckily, I do follow one more person, who blogs, and who is in my view, a successful professional, and who is inspiring also as an entrepreneur, as he’s created the life he wants to live. I am talking about David Stiernholm, known in Swedish as Struktören, which is another make-believe Swedish word (another reason I have a soft spot for him!) which basically means the person structuring things. I have followed David more or less since he started as a Struktör in 2004, and have found an endless amount of resources, ideas and hands-on-tips on structure from him. And if you think that sounds boring? Think again! David shares his knowledge with a sense of humor as well as with great simplicity and pedagogy. I follow him in Swedish, but he does work in English as well and he’s well worth checking out!

The hacks. Hm. Even more of a struggle this one, mostly because I don’t really follow people whom I experience as hacks, in any area. Nah. Nothing and no-one, comes to mind. Nada. Zilch. I’ll sit with this one though, and if I come to think of someone, I’ll revisit this prompt!

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Three dailies and two prompts later…

February 12, 2020
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The Creative’s Workshop. 

Jumped in six days ago, the dailies started three days ago, and there have been two prompts so far (Mondays – Wednesdays – Fridays. It’s Wednesday today, so…), and I am already having a blast.

The dailies are about writing something, anything, daily, for 100 days in a row. Been there, done that. Not a problem at all for me.
But never have I done it in a community like this one. Never with so many people willing to share, to encourage, to question, to cheer and hook up with on this journey of ours for the next 150 days or so.

The prompts are a thrice-weekly prompt. Intended to get me thinking, writing, creating. Answering from instinct rather than figuring things out. Putting pen to paper (or finger to keyboard as it were) and letting what-ever-wants-to-come flow out of me.

My calendar is more full than I feel comfortable with. I have a huge capacity for Doing. No doubt. But in the past six-seven years, I’ve cultivated my capacity for Being as well, and with a full calendar, there’s less room for the latter, unfortunately. So I have been low on energy. I’ve been tired. Feeling drained. Putting pen to paper (fingers to keyboards, sure, yeah, of course, but it just doesn’t sound as poetic, does it?) have resulted in… naught. Nada. Zilch.

And now, three dailies and two prompts later… I am buzzing. Alive and kicking! Inspired, energized, On. And very curious to see what want’s to happen here!

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Dailies on #tankespjärn

February 10, 2020
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The other week, on a whim, I got myself a spot in Seth Godin’s The Creative’s Workshop.

It’s not as if I have plenty of time on my hands… well. That’s a bit of a lie, I do. 24 hours per day to be precise, just like everyone else, but what I meant was that it’s not as if there is a lot of unclaimed time within those allotted daily 24 hours. And it’s not looking better anytime soon…
And it’s not as if I need the challenge to be able to live up to whatever runstreak-challenge there is out there, because I know I excel at that.
And it’s not as if I am struggling with what it is I want to do. I do know. I just don’t do it.

Starting today, the workshop features a dailies challenge, asking me to do this:
Not the private Morning Pages that are an essential part of the day for many creators, but a semi-public daily post to create the habit of shipping.

If you’re a writer, share some writing. If you’re a songwriter, share a lyric. If you’re working on becoming a public speaker, share a video. If you’re working in a different medium, share that here.

Every day. Short is fine. Rough is fine. Every day.

Don’t break your streak.

We are set to start the Dailies today, even though some people in the workshop have already kick-started it a couple of days early.
I didn’t, as I was pondering what it was I wanted to do with my dailies. So this morning, when I awoke, I realized what it is I want to use my 100 dailies for. This:

I will not post my dailies here on the blog. (I think.) This is a one-off. (Possibly. Or not?)
But now you know. Now I know you know. And now I know that I am dedicating time and effort to developing #tankespjärn.

To write about it.
To get clear on what it is, what I want to do with it, how I want to do that, what my timeframe is, who my target audience is, the size of my minimum viable audience, and, most likely, a heck of a lot of other questions that I don’t even know now.

 

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