Wednesday, October 1, 2025
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Wednesday, May 14, 2025
Life lately – A soft spring reset
The past few weeks have felt like a bit of a blur — not in a bad way, just in that slow, dreamlike way where things sort of shift gently without you realizing it. There's been travel, family, cats, hotpot, Eurovision, and small routines holding everything together.
I spent the May Day weekend in Östby, and it was one of those trips that felt both grounding and emotional. We visited farmor, picked up Nonno, and stayed in our cittage surrounded by trees, memories, and the kind of silence that makes you breathe a little deeper. My cousin brought his newborn baby — only a week old — and I got to hold him for the first time. There's something surreal about cradling a brand-new person in your arms while you're surrounded by decades of your own family’s history. It felt… right. Quiet and tender and kind of important.
Nonno was in great spirits. We drank wine with Göran, moms cousin who still lives in Östby, and laughed about old things I only half-remember. The sami flag was hanging in the window of the cottage, and it made me feel proud of our history and how today it's not only me reclaiming it.
Coming back to Stockholm was harder than I expected. The first day back at the office after a long weekend always feels like a slap in the face, but I made it through. I was even productive (I know. Shocking.)
Tuesday this week was a work-from-home day which felt like a gift. I made hotpot and spent the evening with my cats watching Eurovision semi 1 — Leia being dignified and unimpressed, Leeloo laying on my chest like she owns the place (which she does).
I've been eating a lot of ramen, because obviously. I’ve also been trying to take better care of myself again — eating more healthy vegan, tracking my routines, being kind to myself when I need rest. It’s not perfect, but I’m trying. There's something comforting about returning to food rituals that feel safe.
Right now, I’m balancing big-picture planning at work with small-picture self-care. We're working on a social media playbook for our stores, and I’m proud of what we’re building — it feels like real, thoughtful strategy that still leaves room for joy (and a cat butthole or two).
Emotionally? I’m tired. But not the hopeless kind of tired. Just the kind that comes after being alive and human and autistic in a very loud world. I'm slowly resetting. Gently coming back to myself. And honestly, that’s enough right now.




