I'm addicted to getting up early in the morning and drinking my coffee while the rest of the world - nature - starts to wake up. I'm addicted to paddle out to the lineup on my surfboard while the sun rises. I'm addicted to walking barefoot through nature, to the ocean, to sports, to dance, to sleep, to chocolate,... I'm actually addicted to a lot.

But more than anything else, I'm addicted to work on myself - in a beloved way of addiction. I love this feeling of living my life with every facet that is part of it and of me. I love to have the time and energy to focus on myself, to process experiences, to reflect, feel and to question situations or decisions. And I'm also addicted to talking about this all with others. I love to be me. And I love the feeling of being exactly where I am supposed to be. This love I feel for probably 50% of my day. The other 50%, I'm full of insecurity and questions like "What am I doing here?" or "Why did that happen to me?".

So this Blog is absolutely not a recipe for "How to love yourself limitlessly". Not at all. I guess I will never be at that point that my self-confidence is unalterable. To love yourself is an endless process. Endless work. My secret is to fall in love with this work and process. To feel joy by feeling sad because you already know that, when the sadness passes, you will have learned a lot and you will be a little bit more connected to your real you afterwards.