Have you met all of you, yet?

Sometimes you surprise yourself. I for sure have in 2019. Everything suddently pointed towards learning to take care of myself, and so that begun sometime in the spring. Along this extensive spiritual experience, a couple of monsters has also shown up- sides of myself I didn’t want to see, and that I have covered up real good.

But I Got to see them. I had to see them and hanging out with them haven’t been as bad as I thought it would. I am OK.  Sometimes we make things worse in our heads than they really are.

When your whole life is up for revision

 

life revision

 

Those of you who follow me on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook know that I have had a ruff couple of months. Everything has been up for revision. I am in the process of getting my health better, and I am slowly making progress. A lot of stuff has been put on pause.  A lot of relations and projects doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is my health and my family. That is what happens when you suddenly get really ill. This is what I’ve learned so far:

Breathe in the good shit
Breathe out the bad shit

Review everything. Do what’s truly you. Don’t waste time on people that are not important. Forgive. Forget.

Deeper breaths.

All these clichés that people post on social media, all these poster type of things, all this health research and meditation practices and food diaries and taking health seriously:

These things that I have promised myself I will do one day when I have time? Well now is the time. I feel like most of these clichés are some that I have to live through. I have to trust the universe. I have to get better. I have to keep up my positive thinking, eat healthy, meditate and have my twice daily training practice for the lungs. I have to live in a clean house without clutter because if I don’t do this, I am really sick. My hypersensitive lungs reacts. Yeah and that’s what’s the matter. I’ve got hypersensitive lungs right now, so I basically react to everything airborn. I don’t even know what conditions will put me in the hospital again and what wont. It sucks, but it’s my reality these days and it’s slowly getting better.

life revision 2

Words without actions are… just words.

So my take on it ? It seems like the universe is playing a game, a game that has been played with me since childhood. It’s called weird lung-deceases and this is the third lung decease I have to battle and live with- the first one was legionella, I was 5 years old, possibly the first person in Denmark ever to get the decease and I survived. The second one was Asthma that I had as a teenager and for 20 years nothing really has been wrong with my lungs. However I knew something was up in November when the symptoms started. Everything is slowly getting better, but I have literally put myself under housearrest. Yes. I have locked myself in my own house and my garden where I know my hypersensitive lungs are not reacting to anything wild. And that’s where I’ll stay for the time being. Healing.

Thank you for your wellwishes and comments across platforms – it truely means the world to me.

rock on henriette weber

 

 

 

 

Hands down! I’ve had some ruff months

The last couple of months has been hard on me. And I am ready to come clean. I have been hospitalized (twice) and I still deal with some hypersensitive lungs that are reacting allergically to something in my surroundings.

This is how I communicated my situation out over on Facebook:hypersensitive lungs

 

It has been hard, but it has also given me time to think and stop the things I shouldn’t be doing to myself.

rock on henriette weber

A love letter to my mothers: international women’s day

It’s morning and it’s the International Women’s Day. It’s hands down one of the days of the year where I am most grateful. Where I give all my beloved mothers across the generations my complete love and blessings and whisper my deepest “thank you”.

Caitlin Moran feminism quote for international women's day

Thank you for making my conditions so great that I am almost seen as an equal to and by a lot of men.

Here’s a bunch of my gratitude that I want to pass out to the world on internations women’s day:

 

Grandma, thank you for the 40 years at the rubber factory in downtown Helsingør. You worked SO HARD just to make ends meet. And yes, you did…because  I’m here.

 

Great-grandma: thank you for surviving World War 2, I know it came close. I’m so incredibly proud of you and what you did for me, and for all those people that needed to get to Sweden under the war. Everything else doesn’t matter. You and great-grandpa saved lives. You gave hope to those who were without hope. You risked everything for a greater cause and you’ve taught me that your life doesn’t really matter if you don’t fight, if you don’t change anything. And if you don’t dream and just want to maintain the status quo.

 

Great-great-grandma, thank you for being a spiritist and experimenting every day. I still think the 1930s must have been a fine time to be alive – and I was lucky enough to have my grandmother telling me how you dealt with spirits in your house. I think it’s weird, but still awesome.

 

Mom: thank you for being a telegraphist and sailing the seven seas, before you had me. The best stories from my childhood were made of the east and I wouldn’t have been without them. I know you almost lost me and I wouldn’t have been if the captain indeed had sold you for a bunch of camels to that Arabian rich man, but mom, I’m so glad he didn’t. I’m happy you went home, found dad and created, well… me.

To the other grandma who is 78 and still rocks both a computer and an iPad and who has taken care of a business and 3 kids throughout her life: I love you, and I think it’s fantastic that you keep fighting the technology, keep learning and having it make sense to you. I’m proud to pick up the phone every day and answer where you need to put the USB mouse in the new computer.

 

Thank you ALL for taking care of me as a child. For fighting. Creating and not giving up. Saving and making life. For making me an equal – in this part of the world at least.

A lot of places in the world aren’t the same as here. I thank you all for helping me get over the violent abuses I suffered as a teenager, made by teenage boys – simply because I wasn’t strong enough to know what’s going on, and those boys probably didn’t know how bad you can fuck up a teenage girl by stepping over her boundaries.

 

When everything comes to everything: You’ve shaped me. You’re my mothers. You’ve taught me so much – and I will pass it on to my own daughter.

 

And to darling P – my precious little girl. No worries, mommy will make sure that everything is cool with being a girl in this particular part of the world when you’re a teenager. I will load you with self-esteem, respect for yourself and power. I am passing it all to you.

 

I know it may sound weird having to rant it out in this same article, but I got to plug it in somehow. I want to say that there are so many places in the world where women are still being abused violently.

Even here, though not as much as the other places. And I am not talking about every man. I’m not talking about the good men. I’m talking about men (and women!) who think its ok to abuse others. It’s not.

 

If you’ll do one thing today to fight: I think you should give some money to women’s education. Maybe even to the “More than me girls academy” It’s one of my favorite projects. Why? Because it educates women and it makes them believe in themselves. It makes them dream and create and make the world a better place.

I also want to leave you with another of my favorite quotes from “how to be a woman”:  

Caitlin Moran feminism quote for international women's day

 

Want to be a legacy ? here’s the story of the return on involvement of my grandparents

 

return on involvement needs to come from yourselfToday is a special day to me. My grandparents have been married for 60 years, something that puts things in perspective. Something I am proud of and something that really wants me to run to the keyboard and write. What happened today reminds me of old school return on involvement – getting back from the community because you worked hard to make it better, because you just couldn’t help yourself.
My husband and I often had conversations about what we want in life. This thing we both spend an enormous amount of time on, trying to achieve something worthwhile each day.

I want to admit, being the firstborn grandchild in a family with a local legacy like ours hasn’t been easy. It has been hard at times coming from a city in Denmark where everybody, more or less, knows who you are and what family you come from, simply because my family has been living around here forever. However one of the things I want to achieve in life is to have my actions count up until I become a local legacy- like both my grandparents are.

I don’t think they did it on purpose, they did it because they couldn’t help themselves. They didn’t do it because of the branding effect.

They just acted,did their thing, what was right for them. My grandfather started his carpenter business in Elsinore because he wanted to try it out. My grandmother helped him besides her job as a teacher of languages.

They were entrepreneurs and they were actively involved in the local sports clubs where my grandfather chaired HIF (the local sports union) and my grandmother sat on the board while my uncle and dad played handball and football like maniacs. They ran a successful business and they gave back to their community because they just couldn’t help themselves. I call that Return on Involvement. You can facilitate it on social media, but you can also do it old school like my grandparents and actually get something back from something you gave. You might call it legacy as well.

Legacy is the “thank you” or the return on involvement from the local community

It feels like good karma.

Today, on their 60th wedding anniversary, they got mentioned on the front page of the local newspaper  and had a double- sided spread in the newspaper appraising them both and their work for the city. They got their standard letter from the queen and flowers from the mayor.

I think it rocks and it’s something I want as well – legacy.

Legacy as return on involvement.

I mean you just need to act, right?

Legacy as return on involvement is something I believe comes natural to doers. To the rest it’s something you should be strategic about.

Legacy is something I want because it’s impossible for me not to take actions on the things I am passionate about. I felt like the whole city said thank you to them today. It felt like gratitude.

It felt like they got the legacy as a “thank you” in return on involvement.

And I am so proud of them. They make me want to be and do more.

ps. if you want to see the picture of them from the newspaper – you can find it here.