Behind The Glass with Charlotte Eriksson The Glass Child

I have always talked about turning fear of the unknown into excitement for the endless possibilities. When you don’t know what’s going to happen, anything can happen. Everything is possible now. How exciting is that?! So instead of being scared of not knowing what's going to happen, you can learn to view uncertainty as something exciting. Honestly, I believe it’s one of the greatest mindsets to learn because fear of the unknown will hold you back like nothing else. It will keep you hostage in dark relationships, stuck in a job you hate, or stuck in a city you don’t love because you’re simply scared to make a change. There is no better feeling than being on your way to unknown lands, truly feeling deep in your core that you’re driving towards unlimited opportunities in life, and now it’s up to you.



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Losing people is a part of life, I do not think we can avoid it. So it’s the way we move forward that counts. I’ve moved on from people without looking back; without wanting to spend any more time dwelling or thinking or reliving. But I also think you can move while also treasuring a place for them in your heart, forever. Moving on doesn’t always mean forgetting. Moving on can mean: building on, honoring, treasuring, and remembering. And maybe one day, when we’re old and grey, we’ll find ourselves back in our hometown on Christmas Eve at the same old pub. "So, Dave, tell me about the last 30 years of your life". And he’ll go… "it started when I moved to Nashville". And I will smile and listen and laugh and cry and then I’ll tell him about Porto, where it started for me, and where I went after that. We’ll have another whisky and drink to life, for its wonderful and cruel ways of turning friends into strangers and, on lucky days, strangers into friends and friends into family. 



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I'm back ♡ I missed talking to you! I sold all my belongings and moved to Portugal. To start over, once more. Let's chat about it. Life is weird and strange and uncertain and absolutely wonderful.



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“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”― Jack Kerouac

A writing from my book Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself ♡



They say you can trace a person’s history, hidden emotions and
unhealed scars in their appearance. How you act, how you walk, how
you laugh. Do you have a broken heart? It shows. Are you in love? It
shows.


They say bad skin reveals stress or anxiety. Do you blink a lot or do
you keep a steady gaze during a conversation? Do you talk clearly
with strong support from your stomach, or do you speak quietly
and fast, running over your words? Have you ever tried not to eat,
just to keep some sort of focus? Sad people either sleep a lot or not
at all.


I often wonder what people see when they look at me. What energy
do I send out? Do I look happy? Do I look sad? Do I look friendly?
Do I look like someone you'd want to hang out with? Do I look like
someone you could like?


Do I look insecure, or like I'm strong and sure, a role model to
follow? Do I look like someone who threw my fist into a mirror
because I simply saw myself in there and couldn't stand the thought
of it?


People say there is sadness in my eyes but the sadness sits in my
chest so I wonder what it is they see in my eyes.

An excerpt from my book Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself.

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They tell me I have an interesting life. Going places, seeing people,
and I shrug my shoulders as I pour another drink,
sitting lonely on my floor in my empty room, another Sunday, in
another city, like I’ve done so many times for so many years and they
tell me I’m lucky and should be grateful. And yes, I am grateful. I
was grateful walking lonely through a freezing Berlin on Christmas
Eve last year
and I was grateful as I lied about my name and job and age to
everyone I met and meet
and if you seek the papers where I’ve been the last years you will
find nothing. Or at best, or worst, a spread-out girl leaving small traces here and there, covering it up with different states of mind
or jobs
or name
and there was a time they said I would go places.


I would go places, they said, once,
way back when.
And this is what I think of as I’m sitting lonely on the train home
from another night of beautiful people, welcoming me into their
homes with open arms. I played some songs and they hugged me
like I’ve never been hugged before,
by anyone who knows me,
and they told me “thank you” and “I love you”
and hugged me again, like I’ve never been hugged
by anyone who knows me,
and they were grateful. For me. And so was I. For them.


Human interaction: the most complicated form of happiness I will
never figure out.

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