All You Need Is Love

It’s really true, the Beatles knew it all!

Work Love

I believe in this.  Both your love of your work, plus the platonic love that exists within a multi-faceted team as together they leverage individual strengths and have each others’ back through tough projects and together make successes.

Not forgetting, the forgiveness and learning when things go wrong, as they will, and people learn and grow.

Past-Time Love

I believe in this.  The way doing something hedonistic for you and only you (or maybe with or for others), will make your heart sing and the liberation it serves swell within you with the magic of the moment.

Not forgetting the sadness of a wasted opportunity or event: “A life lived in fear is a life half-lived”: Baz hits the nail on its head.

Friendly Love

I believe in this.  I actually believe in this more and more.  The more I get to know people and how they became who they are, the more I find is interesting and amazing about them, the more I admire them, the more I love them.  Those that have your corner, and you have theirs!

Not forgetting how resilient people are when there are fallings-out.

Lover Love

I believe in this.  That relationship that make you explode inside and fill your whole being with stability, confidence, happiness.  At a minimum!  Or simply some fantastic time between the bedsheets (not necessarily located between the bedsheets)!

Not forgetting that it’s important to have heartbreak.  To be a heartbreaker, and have your heart broken.  So that when you fall in love, you will know!

Not forgetting as well that I have written this as a 1:1 relationship – maybe it’s not like that! 😀


I believe in this!  Out of these loving highlights, I find this the hardest one to feel.  Self-esteem / self-confidence … to me it is an elusive feeling / conviction that flutters by on occasion, never stays for long.

Not forgetting, if you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for nothing – no one is going to tell you in this life what to do than you: if you’re not telling yourself then you will be doing anything and everything that those in your life are telling you.  You better have surrounded yourself with the Lovers, Friends, Past-Times and Work that you love!


I wish I could hang on to these feelings!

Living in Sweden

If you believe the reports, Sweden is one of The Best places to live in the world.

I’m not talking about that, though. Stockholm Syndrome is defined to be the relationship between the captor and the prisoner, where the prisoner identifies with the captor.

My brain gives me Stockholm Syndrome.

I’m quite baffled how, daily, I repeat the same not-toxic, not-helpful, habits that keep me firmly where I am, without even realising I’m doing so:

  • Enough confidence to thrive; enough doubt to live on edge
  • Enough intelligence to shine; enough stupidity to not know how to accept love
  • Enough fortitude to face the day and conquer; enough insecurity to not change my course
  • Compassion in buckets for others; not enough compassion for myself
  • The love of winning, but turmoil of winning over others

Give me hygge any day.

What a difference a Dave makes


I received an email from a vendor organisation.  Very clever branding email, I thought: they proclaimed a “Sad Day” was with us [read: click-bait to make you clickety-click].

I went for dinner with a colleague after work and before the weekend.  Felt like a nice friend.


Last Tuesday

I received an email from a vendor.  Very clever management email, I thought:  he proclaimed an “opportunity” for me to help create a shared utility [read: hard work to convince others of the gain].

I went for sport after work.  Felt like super-woman.


Last Monday

I’d emailed the vendor to ask for help about a shared utility.  I’d reached to that vendor because I’d been working with him on and off for about 5 years: I know him to be experienced, professional, prompt, correct.  I know him to be a good facilitator, I know him to be a good hustler, I know him to be prepared, I know him to be kind with his time, I “know” him … I’ve never actually met him: softly-spoken, I imagine him to be well-presented: a mix between technological and artistic stereotypes.  Somehow this all adds up to a David Baddiel look-alike.

I went for sport after work.  Felt like I’d rejuvenated myself.


Last Thursday

I’d emailed alllll dayyyy lonnnnng.

I went for sport in the evening.  The vendor died.

What a difference a Dave makes.

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