You will be fine

I just had another bucket poured out over me. (I wrote elsewhere about things happening in bulk. Now I like to think about them happening in buckets.)

A bucket of feeling low, having no motivation and being terribly unproductive. I was supposed to do certain things but I couldn’t get enough motivation to do them, so I basically wasted a good amount of days doing nothing.

I hated myself for that.

Which didn’t really make things much better. On the contrary. When you hate yourself, it’s even harder to get yourself motivated again to do something. And as the days slipped by, as the to-do lists got longer and as the procrastination got worse, I sank deeper into the hole I was in, and my feeling of guilt grew.

Until I remembered two things.

One: The best way out is always through. Robert Frost.

So I waited. I sat it out. I meandered through the low days, knowing that this was the best way to overcome them and get my motivation back.

I knew that at some point I would become bored of my own boredom and be inspired by something again. I had to force myself through it to get out of it.

It’s like walking in a tunnel and you don’t see the end yet, but you know there is no diversion, you must walk on until you see the light at the end.

Two: You will be fine.

Or as Leo Babauta writes: You’ll Be OK. Feeling low, unmotivated, uninspired is a phase that shall end and afterwards I will have even learned something.

This post is the best proof for it. It’s about the lessons I learned in a really low phase.

We all get stuck in painful situations, definitely much more painful than just being uninspired.

A break-up. The death of someone close. An accident. Financial problems. An argument with someone. These are all terrible things that nobody wants to be in, including myself.

But if stuck in such a situation, be sure that there is something that can sooth our sore souls, heal our wounds and give us enough strength and inspiration to keep walking through it.

In a self-discovery course I realised that avoiding pain is human, but going back to some pain from the past and exploring it – carefully, lovingly and only with the best intentions – can teach us some tremendous lessons about ourselves.

In retrospective, things look a bit smaller than at that time when we are stuck inside the mess. If we keep that in mind, as hard and old-fashioned it may sound, then the mess we are in right now is a bit easier to endure.

Even if later you will not laugh about it, you may be able to learn, so wait, sit through it, take care of yourself, gather the pieces afterwards and put them together in a new order.

What did you learn from a moment you were really low? And what helped you through? Let me know in the comments.

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Six lessons I learned in August while moving to Kenya


Have you set goals in the beginning of this year? I did.

But what happens when, after half a year, they become irrelevant and you feel lost? I did!

I finished my studies, moved to Kenya and took up blogging again. Bham! Half of my goals reached – in the blink of an eye. Now I’m confused about the rest I set in January, in Sweden.

Goals change in the course of the year, because we change. The world changes. Conditions change. My plans and goals have become very flexible recently, which doesn’t make me less accountable.

I have redesigned my goals until around coming July. Why not make some resolutions now? We don’t need the first of January to be ambitious and motivated!



It’s amazing how humans are creatures of habit. At least I am.

When I moved in with A, I thought we would definitely need a tray for the dishes, at least two more basins, a lot more plates, a replacement for the spongy matrass, and maybe a fridge? A very tiny one to fit into our tiny apartment?

Guess what: After the acquirement of exactly two more plates and one table, I am used to store the dishes next to the sink, washing in the only available basin, stretching tactics to make maximum use of the available space on the matrass and cooking for one or maximum two meals, because we can’t store food for long. Delaying a purchase is still the best method to not buying stuff at all.



I learned how dangerously fascinating the internet is. Having unlimited wireless internet is indeed a luxury here, until I took it for granted.

As an unemployed housewife trying to take her blog to the next level, I spend hours and days in front of my laptop.

Luckily enough, we have blackouts now and then, which painfully reminds me that there is a life outside the internet, too, and that real inspiration can only come from there.



You want to know how a lot of wonderful things happened to me recently? I engaged.

Taking part in a guided tour through City Center did not only tell me many stories that are sleeping behind old buildings, but it also connected me with a very creative film team.

I met old friends and they told me about their projects and where they want to involve me.

I told The Wandering Samaritan about myself, and they might donate some sewing machines for a school that I support.

I took part in some online courses, challenges, seminars and groups, and my head now has a hard time to handle the inspiration overkill because I met these beautiful people who also engage.

It is often hard to leave my comfort zone, and it would be easier to stay at home, but only if I do something, I can trigger something else to happen.



Some things have been annoying me, in this new life of mine.

The ants in the kitchen, for instance. The dust resuming territory shortly after I have cleaned the apartment. The Friday night noises on the street downstairs.

But I realised, it’s not the ants or the dust or the noises. I am the problem.

The ants are just walking their usual ways, and the dust just follows gravity, and the people are just behaving like anyone would on a Friday night, having fun.

I am in their way, so I breath, and step aside.

Hello, little ant, you want to crawl over my keyboard here on the laptop? Oh, even my finger? Sure, go ahead, I will let you, and we’ll be friends forever, walking into the sunset…



Meanwhile, not worrying too much has continuously been proven to be a very good mind set, or attitude, or strategy. Otherwise, how can I still be sane, in a city like Nairobi, with a Master in journalism and no income?

What have you learned last month? I’d like to hear your lessons in the comments.

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