Monthly Archives: March 2015

Feeling vulnerable

It’s quite funny actually, the internet is HUGE and each day there are hundreds of thousands blog posts written and published. My blog is splitter new and almost nobody knows about it’s existence.

All the same, I feel like I’m exposing my self here, and my perfectionism starts to get in the way. I become afraid that what I’m doing isn’t good enough, that I’m not good enough!

Fear has been my companion for the most part of my life. But there’s one thing I’ve learned; the only way to make the fear go away is to do what frightens you. Step out of your comfort zone!  Or as Susan Jeffers in her book said:

“Feel the fear and do it anyway”

 I’m not saying it’s easy, because it isn’t. And even if I know that the best way is to proceed with whatever frightens you, often there are times I just can’t do it. But when I do it feels great – afterwards – after my heart rate is back to normal 😉


I’m still digesting what kind of material I would like to publish here at “Happy Second Half”, and it sure would be nice to hear from you, if anybody out there has some ideas 🙂

Little things make you happy


Photography is a cherished hobby of mine. I especially like taking macro pictures. I can’t really describe it, but there’s something about macro photography that speaks to me. In a way it makes you notice all the little things that tend to get overlooked on a daily basis, but there is so much to see and enjoy if you are observant.

Sometimes we forget to look at the beauty that surrounds us, even when we are outside in the nature, our minds are occupied with thoughts about the past or worries about the future. Then we must make an effort to “be in the now”, breathe the fresh air, watch the wonders of nature and listen to the birds sing.



Last year I turned 50 and now I find that I’m facing some challenges relating to my new life situation. I’m not as pleased with life as I could be, and want to explore ways to become a happier, healthier person in my second half of life. My grandmother became 100 years old before she died, and my mother is 88 years old, so there’s every chance that I’ll have many years ahead of me and I really want to make the most of it.