This Friday reflection gathers a week filled with back pain, runaway cats, quiet moments, and thoughts that reached further than expected. Another Friday is here, reminding me how life keeps happening in the smallest, softest places.
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Friday Reflection – Where Everyday Life Actually Happens
This week held both rest and strain.
On Monday, I made 180 meatballs and 5 kilos of homemade granola, and yes — my back still remembers it. At the same time, I’ve started listening more closely to what my body is trying to tell me, as if it has been waiting for me to pay attention.
And yesterday, I became a great-aunt.
Life keeps expanding, even while I’m busy trying to understand it.
Friday Reflection on Cat Life and Old Instincts
Alfred came on Wednesday — and of course, the cat escaped.
An outdoor cat is always an outdoor cat, even when he isn’t supposed to be. He doesn’t love his medicine, and food only goes down after some gentle persuasion.
When I put a harness on him together with the little one, he mostly sulked.
Until, in a moment of pure feline acrobatics, he twisted himself out of the harness and ran.
He deviated.
(As we used to say at work.)
The Same Instincts – New Paws
As I stood there watching him take off, I realized how familiar it felt.
Throughout my entire professional life, I’ve worked beside kids who ran — kids who slipped away, disappeared for a while, looked for something they couldn’t name. You develop a sense for it. A shift in the air. A look. A certain restlessness.
And there I was, in my hallway, with the very same instincts.
His tail, his pacing, the look toward the door — I knew.
You learn to stay one step ahead.
And still — he managed.
But, just like so many kids I’ve known through the years…
he came back.
There is something in our home — something in the walls — that offers safety, predictability, warmth.
And maybe that’s what makes it possible to return, whether you walk on two legs or four paws.
Vinghästen – and a Creativity That Keeps Growing
Last weekend, I returned to Vinghästen again.
The story is taking shape now — breathing, moving, becoming something real. It’s a book written entirely in Swedish for now, and it will come with a price once it’s finished. There are so many hours of work behind it, so much heart, and a clear pedagogical structure meant for children and adults to use together.
I’m also considering giving it an English translation in the future — the story seems to want to travel a little further than I first imagined.
And yes, it’s becoming a series.
Ideas for the next book are already whispering.
Friday Reflection – Dreams and the Inner Child Finding Her Place
This week, my dreams have spoken louder.
As if they want something. As if they hold answers I’ve been too busy to hear.
The little girl inside me — the one who spent years standing behind me — is beginning to take her place.
She sleeps more now. Softer. Safer.
Because she knows it’s me steering the ship.
It’s a strange and gentle feeling — like landing inside yourself.
Friday Reflection on Happiness – and How Easily We Miss It
My husband and I talked about happiness this week.
About how easy it is to trick ourselves into thinking:
“I’ll be happy when…”
“If only this happens…”
But happiness doesn’t live in the future.
It lives in the spaces between moments.
In the now.
In all the things we don’t notice when we’re waiting for something bigger.
Happiness is the moment when time pauses, when something soft settles inside, when you suddenly feel yourself live.
When the Day Turned — and I Chose a Softer Feeling
After a morning that went a little sideways, I noticed how my body carried irritation and tiredness. But instead of letting that feeling shape the rest of the day, I chose something else. I paused, made myself a cup of coffee, put on a film, and gave myself a moment to settle. It became an inner shift: I don’t have to carry the morning into the rest of the day.
The little one already had plans in town, and that’s why we went there. While he was off doing his thing, my husband and I decided to make something gentle out of the waiting time. He stopped by after work, and it turned into a small, spontaneous date for just the two of us. We had Turkish food at Torp and let the day soften.
Before that, I slipped into Lindex where they had a 30% sale. I found a few pieces that felt good — not to comfort myself, but as a reminder that I’m allowed to choose softness for myself too. And when the little one was done, I had also found a really nice branded jacket on sale that he was thrilled about.
He said:
“Carina, you really know how to pick clothes.”
And I laughed and replied:
“Of course I do — I’ve been shopping with young people my whole life. That’s practically a qualification by now.”
It turned into a beautiful day. Not because it began well, but because I chose a different direction.
Today – Gingerbread Houses, Candy and Remembering
Today I’m picking up Alfred.
We’re making a gingerbread house and Christmas candy. One of my former colleagues had a recipe for cornflake treats — and by making them here today, she gets to be part of our home again.
I miss my colleagues.
That became clearer this week. I left the best job, the best coworkers, and some of the strongest kids I’ve ever known when I resigned.
But I also see that full-time work would never have been possible now.
The little one living with us needs far more than I could give while working full-time.
It wouldn’t have been fair — to him or to us.
Questions for You, Dear Reader
- What has this week taught you?
- Where does happiness live for you — in the future or in the moment?
- What small signs in everyday life speak louder than words?
- When did your own inner child last get to rest softly?
Reflection
This week has shown me that life doesn’t always happen in big events.
It happens in the meatballs.
In the cat’s backflip.
In the dreams that want something.
In the conversations that touch truth.
In every small step where I choose to listen inward.
Your Voice – Between the Lines
This post isn’t really about everyday life.
It’s about how you carry yourself through it.
AHA – Between the Lines
When I stop chasing happiness outside myself, it begins to show up in what I already do.
Yesterday has already settled into history.
Tomorrow waits further ahead.
But right now — this is where life happens.
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