Writing

My digital workplace is a mess. Not the charming kind you can romanticize as “creative chaos”, but the kind that slows me down.  I can no longer easily find what I was writing a week ago. Not because the text is gone, but because it’s buried in a pile

Ding! A text from my friend Per. The message I’d been waiting for. I killed the lawn mower and checked my phone. There it was: a photo of Per, grinning like he’d just struck gold, holding up a plastic bag with my iPad inside. Just 24 hours after

Just so that you know. This is not a regular issue of Reflections. This is a reflection on Reflections. It’s a look back at the first seven months and 23 articles since the first newsletter on June 4th. When I started this newsletter, I just knew I wanted to

Next week, 406,000 hopeful applicants will find out if they’ve been accepted to any of the Swedish universities or university colleges. Among them is my youngest son, Simon. We’re hoping he’ll get into the international business program he’s aiming for, but if he doesn’t,

500?! From zero to 500 subscribers in less than a week? And many of you are people I genuinely look up to. After posting last week’s issue and seeing my subscriber count skyrocket, I suddenly realized what I had done. A newsletter? Really? Writing something new and at least

At the beginning of high school, essay-writing felt anxiety-inducing and laborious. I remember sitting there, reading the assignment, and doing my best to craft a text that would meet the teacher’s expectations. A week later, I received my grade: D. Then something changed. Instead of just trying to complete

I’m starting a newsletter. It’s not for you. It’s for me. I know. The world does not need another newsletter. You don’t need another newsletter. But I love writing. And I’ve promised myself to spend more time writing going forward. So, I’m doing this