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How long can a spaceship fly before it starts to fall apart? A personal reflection on aging, first and last times, letting go — and the day I didn’t run a half-marathon. About listening to the body, being grateful for what still works, and learning to steer gently as things change.

Fewer appointments, no looming deadlines, finally time for everything that usually gets pushed aside. It sounds like the perfect break — and for a while, it is. But what happens when the external structure disappears? In this post, I share what it feels like when my inner world gets loud the moment outer pressure fades — and how I try to stay balanced between productivity and creative chaos, self-care and mental overload.

Yesterday, I received the first layout draft of my book from the publisher. I still don’t quite believe it: that I’m an author. The theme of “belonging” still accompanies me here.

Finding the first words for a blog isn’t all that easy. Not because I’m short on topics – quite the opposite. My path has never been straight. It’s been a journey of trying, exploring, feeling my way forward with curiosity. Maybe you’ve felt something similar. Maybe you’ll find reflections here that give you courage not to hide your own multiplicity. I’d love for you to walk with me – or simply read along for a while.

Sometimes I long for simple answers. For solutions to complex problems. Yes or no. Right or wrong. Either or. And yet, I’ve long known: That’s not how my life works. That’s not how the world works. Sometimes, growth doesn’t mean making a decision. It means developing the capacity to hold multiplicity.