Copenhagen . Portland
It’s been over a month of silence. A month of chaos and new beginnings, and much needed endings. When I posted the recipe on citrus popsicles in the beginning of June my life was strangely different to what it is now, and it feels more appropriate to think that an entire year has passed than a single month. A single month in which the universe had decided to turn my entire life on its head and force me to assemble it all over again.
Morning Projects felt so trivial compared to what was racing through my body, and I didn’t know how to assemble my thoughts, or concentration long enough to even consider making something new. Sometimes life just happens, and you have to let go of everything else to properly enjoy it. In truth I’m terrible at that. I try to control everything. Not because I want to, but because I’m scared of what will happen if I let go. This past month has been all about letting go. Not because I tried to, it just happened. Because there are some things that are uncontrollable in their very nature, and the safest bet is to just let them unfold in the way that they’re supposed to. But doing that means taking risks and being a bit brave. Like collectively deciding that applying for a visa, buying tickets and being on a plane to the US, all in a time span of less than 12 hours, is the only right thing to do. Because you decided that you need to see someone. Someone who quickly became a lot more than just that. Because you together decided that the craziest option still felt like the safest bet.