Every day tools for anxiety

Since I moved in to Saif’s house, I realise I really miss cooking. I don’t cook here the way I used to in my flat, because just like all other Indian households he has several staff members who are constantly in the kitchen. For me, cooking is a kind of anxiety release because you have to be really focused and you can’t be looking at your phone or talking to someone while you’re in the middle of making sure your pasta doesn’t go fuck-up al dente or your meat completely dry. There’s also nothing like the satisfaction of making something that ends up tasting delicious. The look on someone’s face when they have that first bite of something you just spent a couple of hours sweating over… Instant gratification.

I have two meetings towards the evening today, and then I’m planning on making a roasted tomato and pepper soup (click for the recipe in Swedish). I have a really busy day tomorrow with a bunch of meetings, so I want to make the most of staying indoors today.

My Sunday tip to you is to not get dressed, cook something tasty for yourself, and if you want to dance/relax/feel as if you’re dancing naked in the desert with a longhaired bunch, blast music by Krishna Das on high volume. We play this and this when we cool down/stretch after a hard workout. There’s something really soothing about it. And again – good for anxiety.

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A rainy Saturday

Hi lovelies! I’m much happier today. In fact, as soon as I had written that low-ish post yesterday, I wrapped up at the office and headed out for a glass of wine with two friends. I felt better right away – I really need to get better at taking breaks and not digging myself too deep into whatever I’m working on, from wedding to clients to day-to-day stuff.

I also got up and worked out first thing this morning. That always helps. After a two hour brunch at Sequel I hopped into the car to head for Maia’s spa event. It would have been the perfect day to go for a spa treatment with the girls – but the rains were so bad I turned back around after 40 minutes of trying to go a few hundred meters. This usually happens during the first month of rains (and sometimes throughout the entire monsoon too).

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Since I got back home, I’ve been looking at wedding inspiration on Pinterest for about five hours… I used to work at a wedding planning agency in New York before graduating and leaving for India, and planning, organising and decorating have always been passions of mine. So, if you’re on Pinterest, follow me! I have become quite active and obsessed with it since I started WAC and needed fun, interesting, inspiring content on the regular. And it’s literally perfect for wedding planning. I haven’t made my wedding boards public yet – do you think I should?

Hands up if you think I should share more wedding inspiration here on the blog (or just keep it to myself).

I’m going to go back to watching football now – Sweden just scored 1-0 against Germany: WOOO! I never get as patriotic as I get when I watch Sweden playing football!

Have a great Saturday night everyone.

Happy midsummer!

Its midsummer today in Sweden, and it weirdly feels like it doesn’t matter to me this year. I’m usually homesick today – midsummer is my favourite holiday. Maybe its because we just got back from a lot of traveling? Perhaps its all the other stuff my head is currently spinning around. I miss my family, but I do that every day. I’m weirdly feeling totally fine about missing out on the party.

I had a nice lunch with Devika and Diva today, and now I’m back at the office getting a bunch of emails out before the weekend. My inbox is unusually read/clean: is there a long weekend in India too that I’m not aware of? I’m going to check out soon – a couple of more emails and I’m calling it a day.

Other than that I’m feeling slightly off today. Anxious. I’ve made evening plans, but I’m not really feeling like doing anything. Do you also have those days? I’m sure you do. Maybe it’s because I think that I’m not interested in celebrating Swedish midsummer, but I subconsciously feel like something’s missing? Maybe I miss my mom. Maybe I’m feeling bad about something. Maybe I’m just on a low and will swing out of it in 20 minutes. Maybe, maybe.

I think I’m just homesick actually.

Happy midsummer, Swedes!

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