Waiting can easily become a passive state. We get stuck in one moment, postponing actions and movement toward our dreams, postponing even our own self-care. As if there’s no point in doing anything else until “that thing” has happened. But what I realized in that moment last week is this: such waiting is a form of self-victimization. Without even noticing, I had trapped myself.

August nights, in Estonia at least, are dark, the sky full of stars (most of the time) but warm - perfect for midnight walks and...

Silence. I am sitting on the porch having my morning coffee and looking at the silence. Isn't it weird that we are afraid of silence, yet...