Today I stumbled onto an old blog of mine. I had forgotten that I wrote fairly regularly during our stay in Ghana and it was a bit of a rough awakening going through those short blog posts. It’s so clear I wasn’t happy. It’s so clear that I was working myself to the ground and even though I desperately wanted to change things, I simply couldn’t find a way out. In a way it makes me sad, sad that I didn’t manage to do that change earlier. But in another way it also makes me so incredibly happy that I finally, when we moved to Australia, put my foot down and said that things would change. And sure, it’s a flimsy life of a freelancer, but I’ve never been calmer, never felt so little stress, and probably never been happier in my entire life. I wouldn’t change it for anything, anything at all.