Runaway

This blog is all about self esteem. To make it without breaking it.

I just had 1 ½ weeks of up's and down's. Went to sicily, got back, went to Stockholm, got back with a hint of weakness. Well actually, not a hint of weakness but a big portion of it.

Why, you might ask.

There's a Swedish saying that goes "Vad är det som går och går men aldrig kommer till dörren?" In English - What is it that goes and goes and never gets to the door. Don't know if it makes any sense, my translation, but the answer to that question would probably be: Me.

I'm thinking of running away to south of France to find myself. To write stuff, to make up some new goals and to think about what I want in life.

If the career choice I'm making is something for me, if Gothenburg is the city I should stay in (I already know it's not) and should I actually feel this confused.

Which path shall I take, whick trail shall I make?