To be honest, I am not sure how I want to write this. Maybe that is the point about 2018, a year when I discovered I am no…
For most of my life I have been afraid of conflict. I didn’t really understand why and I thought it was part of my nature.I accepted it and didn’t seek to change it. Because of this fear, for a lengthy part of my life I lost…
I have been running consecutively for seven days now. There’s a whole lot of reasons why I am doing it — which I will probably document in an essay later — but mainly I got tired of feeling tired, and I got to a point when I was willing to try…
I love coffee. I’ve been drinking coffee for over two decades. Over the years I have come across plenty of research nudging me to…
Today, I wanted to write a tinyletter. I send tinyletters only when I cannot bring myself to publish my thoughts in public. These are far and few in between: since writing the first one in early 2015, I’ve only sent seven of them so far. There is very little I can’t write publicly about.
When I first started on my year of experiment, a large part of it was health motivated. I was having painful dry eyes, chronic migraines and anxiety attacks. I would lie awake at night with my heart racing for no apparent reason. I was sick of being sick.
In between the time that goes into working on my experimental ideas, I spend an extraordinary amount of focus, effort and energy into experimenting on myself. This is the first time ever, because I was never in a place where I considered myself…
