Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Right now is the best day of the rest of my life. The joy of getting full marks on my first assignment was the beginning. It ended in reflections about a dream. I dream to one day take part in a Kay Pollak workshop at Morkulla.
Before I sat down to write this post, I actually made it out for a morning swim. I have such thoughtful swimming sisters, and today we talked about swim times. Nothing has changed yet – it’s still light outside – but I think it would suit me better to swim a little later in the mornings. That will have to wait until it gets darker at dawn.
The swim was wonderful. The air and the water were almost the same temperature, maybe a degree warmer in the lake. 11 degrees Celsius at land and 12 in the water. It was bubbly, soft, and such a gentle way to wake up. Autumn colors have started to settle around the lake, painting the scene in warm, quiet beauty.
My first assignment i my therapist training program
I just received the results for my first assignment in my therapist training program. The maximum score was ten points – and I got them all.
I was so happy that I had to call my husband right away. The first assignment, done and passed. It might not have been the most difficult task, so maybe others got full marks too. But still – what joy it brought! It also became proof that I have chosen the right path.
A quiet morning in my living room. Coffee, words, and the blog – all at once, right where the day begins.
A Kay Pollak Workshop at Morkulla I Would Have Loved to Attend
I’ve just spent quite a bit of money on the education I’m taking right now, which means I can’t afford to attend this workshop. But oh, how tempting it would have been.
To spend an entire weekend with others who, like me, strive to live more consciously, honestly, and authentically. I believe it would have been both exciting and deeply meaningful – to meet people who dare to take off their masks and be completely themselves.
Kay Pollak Workshop Morkulla
I’ve never attended anything quite like that before, but the thought of it stirs something within me. To live with Kay’s words for an entire weekend – to open channels for new thoughts, to be reminded that thoughts are just thoughts, and that they can be replaced.
Moreover, I often practice questioning my own thoughts: Are they true? How might someone else see this? What proof do I really have that what I think is true?
It’s an exercise that changes a lot, and perhaps that is the essence of Kay’s philosophy – to dare to choose thoughts that serve you.
Earlier, I wrote about how gratitude in everyday life can transform an entire day. This reflection feels like a natural continuation of that – seeing how thoughts and gratitude are connected.
Kay Pollak and the Idea of Choosing Thoughts
Many years ago, I attended a lecture where Kay spoke for three or four hours. What hours they were.
I remember laughing at myself, at my own small limitations – and at the same time, I grew. Those hours made me grow as a person, as a colleague, and as myself within myself.
By then, I had already read his books and watched his films, but seeing him live, in that very moment when the words happen, was something else entirely. It was inspiring, warm, and deeply insightful in a way that has stayed with me.
Longing for a Kay Pollak Workshop
I wish I had a few extra thousand kronor right now – I would have gone. But perhaps another opportunity will come.
One day, I want to sit there in the stillness between words, practicing even more to choose the thoughts that give me energy. Until then, I continue my journey here – in my studies, in everyday life, and in the words that help me grow.
“I practice replacing the thoughts that don’t serve me with those that help me grow.”
AHA – Between the Lines
It’s easy to think that personal growth requires big steps or trips to new places. But often, growth begins in the small things – in a thought that changes, in a new way of seeing yourself. Choosing your thoughts is taking responsibility for your inner life. That’s where transformation begins.
Between the Lines – My Voice
When I wrote this, I felt both gratitude and longing. Gratitude for having come this far, for studying something that feels right in my heart. But also longing – for deeper conversations, more genuine meetings, and to keep growing in authenticity. Maybe that’s where I am right now – in the middle of a movement toward something larger.
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Question for You
Have you ever attended a workshop or lecture that truly changed something in you? Or, like me, have you longed to take part in something but had to wait? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments.
Live today, right now. Yesterday no longer exists, except in traces of what was. I can’t redo anything from yesterday – but today, right now, I have the chance to influence tomorrow. It’s in all the “nows” that I live and breathe.
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