Work In Progress A year has passed since I dared to dream. Since I found the courage to be hopeful. And what a year it has been. I have gone from being my very worst to getting close to my very best. I still fail. I’m still tired. I’m still sad every once in a while. I still fall to pieces from time to time. But I have found the strength and the motivation to pick the pieces off the ground and puzzle them together over and over again, patiently looking for the right spot for the right piece, instead of forcing things into places where they don’t belong. Because a person is a puzzle, and it’s only when you manage to put the pieces in the right place that you can begin to see the whole picture. To see yourself for what you really are. A puzzle needs no additional paintwork or superglue, it only needs patience and time, and in this past year, I found the time, and I found the patience. I dared to dream that I could be a work of art and not just scattered pieces in a cardboard box. I began to understand that creating a masterpiece takes time, patience and a great amount of courage, and I decided to take the time, learn to be patient and to find the courage. I am still working on the masterpiece that is me. I am still putting pieces together. But now, I dare to hope. Now I have the courage to believe that also I will be complete. Now, I dare to dream.

Trees As I am sat on a train, traveling further north than I ever have before, I notice a slight change in the vegetation. The trees in particular. In the southern end of the country, where I come from, the trees stand tall, proud, and most of the time several feet apart. Up here, they are crouched down and huddled close together, almost as if they have to hug each other in order to keep warm.

Music A melody flows through the room, A softly whistled folksy tune. A foot starts tapping on the floor, The short-one Polska becomes more. A boy picks up his mandolin, His swift plucking chiming in, With the whistled melody, In warm and gentle harmony. A violinist strokes her strings, Softly through the room it rings. And I can't help but start to sing. It's such a liberating thing, Playing music with my friends. I hope this feeling never ends!

Six Words 2 Waiting is a waste of #life.

Six Words 1 You're still my favorite "what if?"