Sometimes I feel like I am addicted to change. Like if something is too common, if I am getting tou used, that I deeply crave change. Like life changing changes. I am not talking about buying a new deodorant (that I do regularly). I wrote in May that I needed roots. Or thought I needed roots, I don´t know about that anymore. Or is it … Continue reading Change. And Karin Boye.
I was supposed to write a blog post last Friday. I had the day off and the whole weekend a head, so a nice long three day weekend, but I just could not write anything on Friday. I woke up feeling terrible. Drank my coffee and watched some TV-series about deadly traumas (Critical) and then I reached for my phone to check on Instagram and … Continue reading Last Friday and beyond. Or where to start to change the narrative.
This weekend we celebrated Alices 11th birthday. Her birthday was on Friday and we had invited the grandparents, the great grand ma and my sister with her family too a small party on Saturday. Alice loves baking so she had planned a marshmallow cake and she did (almost) everything on her own. She started with doing the cake bases, or the actual cake parts, on … Continue reading Complicated cake and family fun
Today this girl is 11 years old. 11 years! I became a mom 11 years ago. Even if I say it loud and look at old photos I cant believe that she is now closer to 15 than 5! What happended? Where did my baby go? Where did that new mum go? Well, a collegue told me the other day that I will adapt. … Continue reading The day I became a mom 11 years ago
This with blogging can be a hustle sometimes, or I make it a hustle most of the times. When I was moving photos from Mayanis computer to the new harddrive I got, I found a folder with all the photos from the posts I made on the previous Jennychangala.com. What happened when I lost it was that I self hosted it with Bluehost, but when … Continue reading Treasures on the hard drive
I am finally back at work! Started with a weekend full of evenings. Friday, Saturday and Sunday. To work weekends comes with the job description when you work as an ICU nurse. Sometimes it really sucks to work when everybody else is off, especially when you are invited to parties or other fun things people do on weekends (what do people do really?). But most … Continue reading Once a nurse, always a nurse….
It is time for you to get to know the Jenny Changala that keeps appearing and reappearing in the bloggosphere a bit more. I had blogs before. Yes, I did and when I sat looking through my old WordPress blogs (allhingsdesigned and thechangalas) and trying to find a way to save them the other day, I found a funny thing called export and import on … Continue reading Down the memory lane and export/import business
February is soon ending, and that is like the best thing. Not a fan of February. March comes with more promise of spring and warmth and the birthday of my first born. She turns 11 this year! A real tweenie. Can´t believe it, but at the same time I can, because I feel older. Since this chronic disease took me down three weeks ago, I … Continue reading Self care and books
Today was the first day that I could take a walk in over a week. It was 5 degrees warm and a bit of sun. The rest of this new year has been cold. Like Sylvia says; I don´t love this. I have always had more difficulties with winter darkness and the cold than any other season here in the north. But now it has … Continue reading Winter, I don´t love you
I just want to keep sitting in sun chairs Using no other shoes than Birkenstock Forgetting to put sun screen and feel my skin burn a bit Chase mosquitoes in the night and flies in the day Keep walking in the woods and picking blueberries as snacks I want to keep forgetting what day it is or what time, week or month I want to … Continue reading Poem to summer