Yngvildr Odinsdottir
Bio
I am larger than a blade of grass but smaller than the sky.
Stories (4/0)
Fail for the Win!
Failure for the Win! James Perkins of the podcast Opinionly Speaking once said, “I wish I had a mirror for every time I f*cked up.” He then goes on to say that ‘speaking that sh*t into the universe…makes it come back to you.’ And then he says to be ‘hard on yourself’. Mr. Perkins and I disagree on two out of three things. I too, wish I had a mirror showing me how I f*cked up. Yet I do not want to be hard on myself as a kind of self punishment. And I do not feel it’s a good thing to obsess over things coming back to us mysteriously out of the universe if we do things incorrectly. In fact, I find great value in f*cking up. I find it is the most important thing to do in life and I hope that you yourself have f*cked up today. F*cking up, is the best thing that can possible happen to anyone.
By Yngvildr Odinsdottir2 years ago in Motivation
Trust But Verify
She looked at me across the coffee table with large sorrowful brown eyes. My New York friend, so sophisticated and wise. She asked, “Do you think if you had been more affectionate and loving would he have wanted you to stay with him?” She was sincere. I was aghast. I was thinking ‘as if!’ I was angry. And I went home and wrote out my response because I could not organize my thoughts in that moment. I could not surmount the hurdle of yet another sister friend throwing me under the bus for a man. Yet, as I sat on the train home I had to ask myself. Do I?
By Yngvildr Odinsdottir2 years ago in Psyche
On the Road (Again)
I am a fifty year old woman who has recently been ousted from a homemaking life. I’m getting divorced and it’s probably a good idea. I outgrew my husband like a person does who keeps evolving. He is old skin and my new skin has combination brakes composed of hydraulics and air. My new skin is shiny and tough. My new skin could break through cinderblock and come out looking pretty good. Maybe a little dusty. My new skin can move at 75 miles per hour hauling eighty five tons, screaming by on a midnight highway like an eagle and a torpedo had a baby.
By Yngvildr Odinsdottir2 years ago in Wander
Gifts of Remorse
I met my husband while I was married to my wife. It is easy to say that I am a horrible person for deciding that I could not stay in the marriage I had ruined with poor mental health, and likely started for the same reasons. It would also be incorrect. I am not horrible. I am human and humans do sometimes incredibly selfish things. We also redeem ourselves through the process of remorse. This was something that the journey of those relationships have taught me.
By Yngvildr Odinsdottir2 years ago in Humans