Category Archives: Truth

My future.

I plan everything, all the time. From the time I plan on waking up to when I water the plants in my apartment…spontaneity isn’t one of my strong points.

So it probably comes as no surprise that being told last week that us teacher trainees should start applying for jobs over Christmas jump started that part of my brain that needs to plan everything. And the moment I came home on Wednesday, I sat down and read through  everything I could possibly need to know about applying. The control freak is having a party in my head, guys.

And as I went to bed on Wednesday, I felt pretty utterly despaired. I always knew that getting a job as a teacher would be rough, as openings are controlled by the state and not the schools themselves, which means I could potentially get a job far, far from home. But I have been able to push those fears away as being “future problems” for quite a while. Turns out the future has become present, and here I am.

I went to bed and was just falling asleep when I thought of something.

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The Importance of Slowing Down

I was looking through my phone the other day and found some pictures I took at the school I taught at last year. I was doing a project in one of my classes and took pictures of the students to document it.

I saw the pictures and my heart started throbbing. That happens every time I think back to last school year. My heart is still so full when I remember everything that happened.

When I started teaching at a new school (which happens to be in my hometown) this school year, I had zero idea about what it would be like. Being able to teach at a school and still live at home with my boyfriend came at a high emotional price and I felt far from euphoric when the school year started.

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Saying Goodbye is not for me

13 days. That’s what’s left of this school year. We have a countdown on the blackboard in the teacher’s lounge, and I’m responsible for it. At least I feel responsible for it because I think I was the one who started it.

13 days, then we’ll have finally reached the holidays. 13 days, then us trainees will have completed our first year ever of teaching. 13 days, and then it will be time to say goodbye.

13 days. That’s all I have left.

How horrible.

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Almost Perfect – Confessions of a Perfectionist

Hi, my name is Lea and I am a perfectionist. I need everything to be perfect, all of the time – most of all, me. I need to be perfect, and if I can’t be (which is only human, so I’ve been told), it feels like the air is being sucked out of my lungs while somebody is pulling fiercly at my hair. My hair is getting very long, by the way, and I really need to go to the hairdresser’s.

Being a perfectionist has so many advantages. You never have to worry about your apartment being too dirty, your grades are always top notch and whenever you doubt yourself or your achievements, there will be five people around you to tell you that you shouldn’t worry because “Everything’ll be fine”. After all, perfectionists never make mistakes, have conquered everything thrown at them and, while occasionally whining about upcoming tests or similar quests, everyone else have seen them be the best countless times before and therefore believe they know the perfectionist’s destiny…to continue to be perfect.

Here’s the catch.

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Reality vs. Expectations

Today’s post is not a typical one for me. I usually post recipes only, and a product review or food diary here and there. Sometimes I’ll add a new post to my “Truth” category though, and I must say I always enjoy writing a post for that category. Probably because it’s these posts that I feel are the most honest.

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Why I don’t eat 100% clean

“Clean eating” is the new big thing out there in the food-world. And I’m not saying that ironically, it is surely one of the best new developments, mostly hyped on instagram and fitness blogs or vlogs. I myself consider my diet a very clean one, and I am ALWAYS checking the ingredients lists on processed foods that I buy (and not just because I have allergies). Clean eating is definitely a BIG thing, and I myself am glad that it is. However, I don’t eat 100% clean, and not because I necessarily need to, but because I don’t want to.

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Too much balance

The title of today’s blogpost may throw you off a bit. After all, how can something (or someone) be balanced, and still have “too much” of something else? Doesn’t make much sense, but then again, I find it makes an incredible amount of sense. When looking at food/fitness blogs, instagram accounts, “fitspo” or “healthspo”, I often find myself thinking that there is just too much of the balanced life going on there. My own blog and instagram account included.

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Dancing With The Demons

5 days ago, Mans Zelmerlöw from Sweden won the Eurovision Songcontest, singing the song “Heroes”. I’ve never really followed the ESC, I have occasionally recorded it and then watched it on fast-forward the following day (I find it just goes on way too long…). I heard the song for the first time today, while driving a friend of mine to the airport. While I find the singing to be lacking a little (sorry!), the chorus really caught my attention. So much so that I’ve listened to the song three times and just clicked “repeat” again:

“We are the heroes of our time
But we’re dancing with the demons in our minds”

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Truth: Me, my 14-year-old-self, and why I do sports

My whole life, I’ve done sports. I am one of those people to whom team sports come quite naturally, and during my high school years, I loved being part of the swim-, basketball-, and soccerteam. I had some sort of training every day, sometimes even two a day, and loved it. There’s something exhilarating about sweating like a pig with other people, I guess. 🙂

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