En Kilimanjaro-expedition börjar inte på Kilimanjaro. Den börjar långt innan. Egentligen börjar den när du bestämt dig för att åka. Sedan kommer träningen, alla tankar och förberedelser, packning och utrustning. Men min favoritdel av en expedition, förutom träningen, är kvällen innan. Jag älskar att packa ryggsäcken. Jag älskar att aningens stressat precis hinna avsluta uppgifter, skicka iväg några brev, svara på mail och sedan sätta på autosvar. Jag älskar känslan av att sitta på planet, lämna vardagen och civilisationen bakom mig och veta att jag snart ska få sova i tält. Jag älskar att vara bortom internets gränser. Jag älskar att ha skit under naglarna och trassligt hår. Jag saknar aldrig en dusch, svensk mat eller en mjuk säng. Jag saknar aldrig att vara inomhus. Jag sover aldrig så bra som i tält!
Jag har guidat och toppat mt. Kilimanjaro 5 gånger, varav 3 som guide för polarn Ola Skinnarmo’s Exepditionsresor. Det är lika vackert varje gång. Men varje gång på berget är annorlunda. Det är deltagarna som gör expeditionen. Det är människorna som sätter sin prägel på stämningen och gruppdynamiken och det är ett fantastiskt äventyr. Det är ett privilegium att få dela med sig av erfarenheter och hjälpa andra till ett äventyr, och liksom få återuppleva varje gång hur det är att bestiga sitt första berg.
Kilimanjaro är fotogeniskt. Jag återkommer om någon vecka med nya bilder. Håll till godo med den här filmen jag gjorde förra gången så länge :-) Vill du följa oss under turen kommer det uppdateras på Expeditionsresors facebooksida via någon slags sattellituppkoppling vi har en gång om dagen. Hej då!
Av mina åtta olika jobb är föreläsandet min favorit. Det, att guida och hålla workshops är ett fantastiskt sätt att få dela med sig av både äventyr och allt jag lärt mig på vägen. De kommentarer och den feedback jag får efter föreläsningar är bättre än att sätta världsrekord eller stå på en bergstopp. För jag vet att mina föreläsningar gör skillnad.
Så i år tänker jag föreläsa mer, och bli ännu bättre på det med! Jag har hjälp av en fantastisk coach. Och duktiga filmare som hjälpt mig med matieral till en föreläsnings-smakprov:
Jag har en ny samarbetspartner; Bergans! Från Tierra går jag vidare med den rena glädjen att vistas i naturen, och ska på nya äventyr med norska Bergans som kommer satsa i Sverige! Bergans var kärlek vid första ögonkastet. Jag gillar det Bergans står för – Turglädjen. Det är det som det handlar om! Och så föll jag för färgerna, funktionen, passformen och det otroliga utbudet som finns. Plus att det är väldigt trevliga och bra människor som jobbar med varumärket. Det är viktigt. Jag har skrivit om samarbetspartners och hur det är att vara en ”sponsrad” äventyrare tidigare här.
Här kan du läsa hela Bergans pressmeddelande.
Och här kan du se vilka snygga saker de har!
Visst är det lite nostalgiskt att säga tack och hej då till Tierra. Vi har varit tillsammans länge och de har varit med på många berg och äventyr. Men Tierrra och gänget bakom har en plats i mitt hjärta, och de går vidare med nya spännande projekt, som t ex Tierra adventure academy.
Hittills har det börjat bra med Bergans! På en knapp vecka har jag hunnit klättra, springa, fridyka och paddla kajak två gånger med Bergans utrustning! Och i mitten på den här veckan blir det en jobb-tur till Tanzania där jag ska guida Kilimanjaro i densamma.
Men mest fantastiskt hittills har det varit att vinterpaddla. Vid något tillfälle blev jag så betagen av omgivningen och upplevelsen att jag var tvungen att kippa efter andan. Och jag är vanligtvis bra på både att andas och att hålla andan.
Jag har paddlat samma runda något hundratal gånger, men det var ändå helt annorlunda. Kylan gjorde liksom hela upplevelsen tystare, som om den väntat på mig, och nu levde upp med full kraft. Det var många nya upplevelser. Blandningen av saltvatten, tång och snö luktar annorlunda. Det var inte en enda båt ute och paddeltagen gled nästan ljudlöst genom hav och tunn is. Jag andades djupt. Känslan av viktlöshet. Jag såg hur månen speglades i den blanka ytan och havsbotten under glittrade i solnedgångsljuset. Tack naturen, för att du finns. Jag älskar dig.
On my last flight home I sat next to a Canadian. (Damn nice nationality, those Canadians! :)
At first he looked like a reserved Swede so I thought I’d sleep through the hours from Paris, but we ended up talking the whole flight. As we walked into the airport I almost apologized for it’s boringness when he said ”wow, nice floors”. I think the Landvetter floors are extremely grey, bland and boring and said so. But his comment made me look at them in a different way. Maybe they are actually not so bad. All I had to do was to question my view and see them from a different view. I could feel my mind stretching, almost like a mental yoga.
How do you stretch your mind?
I woke up and realized again how traveling is such a good teacher. You will learn so much by traveling that is virtually impossible to learn in any other way. In order to stretch your mind you have to stretch yourself, your comfort zone and maybe even your location. Changing environment and talking to new people is very helpful to think new thoughts and see the world in a different way. But there’s different ways of traveling. Maybe you don’t have to go to a new country to stretch the mind.
6 ways of stretching your mind
- trying something new; a new sport, activity, playing a game, cooking new food
- reading books, a sort of mental traveling and imagining
- asking questions about yourself and your surroundings
- making an effort to pay attention to details or your surroundings without judging them
- learn a new language. Imagine thinking in a new language
- writing, painting or other creative work will help you think in a different way
I realised some time back that I don’t really do vacations. As good as everything I do is related to one of my some 8 different jobs. So was this. But it still made me more peaceful than any on-the-beach-vacation; Yoga, surf and wellness. And the place is called Peace Retreat. It sounded like the perfect place to start the new year, some new ideas and get off writing my book. So I went there.
I arrived in a zombie-like state late in the evening and was led to a tiny hut in a clearing. The hut has two beds and a shelf for clothes. It was perfect. Even better was it didn’t have windows, only mosquito nets covering the walls. It allows the wind to flow right through the little house and I fall asleep with a soft warm wind caressing my face to the sound of jungle outside.
Sometimes I end up in places that just feel right. Do you know what I mean? You have never been there before but it just feels like coming home. It’s happened to me before in mountains, by seas, desert and jungles. Now I found that place in Costa Rica.
Next morning I wake up in a yoga class, stretching and breathing with 15 other people and an inspiring teacher. An hour later we have a healthy breakfast outside by the pool and we have already become a small family getting to know each other. There’s an acceptance amongst people who are spiritual and working with themselves that are hard to find in other communities.
As much as you learn from introspection, facing fears and being alone with yourself, you can learn as much from meeting the right people. I have just met the right people.
The retreat is situated on the Costa Rican Guanacaste coast. It’s in a quiet place in the jungle, not far from the sea and there’s no sound of traffic. The nearby Playa Negra village consists of 50m dirt road, 1 bar, 2 surf shops, 3 restaurants and a small mini market. If you walk the jungle path from the retreat you’ll walk through the little village and another 7 minutes walk you’ll find yourself standing on the most beautiful beach. Almost deserted you can find a small stretch of beach for yourself if you want. But you’d better not stay on the beach. Because there’s surf!
I think I’m one of the happiest surfers in the world because I’m the least picky surfer when it comes to waves. I don’t mind small waves or white waves at all. I’m also perfectly happy just to sit on the surfboard and hear the sound of the water against the board. If I look down into the crystal clear lukewarm water I see sting rays hovering above the sandy bottom a few meters below. So peaceful. I watch the horizon. As soon as there’s a big enough bulge of a wave I turn around facing the shore and start paddling. I share the waves with a young Costa Rican kid as we both laugh as we’re catching a wave. He only speaks spanish and I speak english but we understand each other.
The days are spent doing morning-yoga, writing, surfing, talking, some more writing and sunset watching. Everyone at the retreat has different schedules during the day. Some are sitting reading books or studying, some practise extra yoga or a detox routine. I’m way to easily inspired and have to stop myself from doing more than I already am. But somehow just being there has made the biggest difference. The soft atmosphere of the peace retreat has sipped into my blood and left me with a different feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s quiet, peaceful. There’s nothing that can make me stressed. I feel physically cleansed, mentally clear and stronger. In fact, I loved it so much I’d like to share it with you! So now we’re plotting a open retreat with the best activities, foods and experiences to make for an adventure of a lifetime for both the mind and the body. You could get out of there with a tanned, strong and flexible body and a calm, confident and courageous mind. Imagine a week with mornings of yoga, meditation and mind-work, some free time or coaching, and afternoons of an adventure like surfing, jungle hiking, stand up paddleboarding on a river, SUP yoga, horseback riding or ziplining. We’d finish of the day with some light yoga or more mind work.
Would you be interested in joining? :-)
Check out this link for more info on the retreat: http://www.peaceretreat.ca/
I have never been a fan of new year celebration. I think it’s slightly overestimated and usually too full of expectations like “next year I will start a new better life”, when you might as well start any day. Never the less it can be used for new beginnings, reflections and recollections just as well as any day. Just for fun, mine will be through my flow of instagram-photos of the past year:
My adventures-ideas for 2014 was to make a world record in free diving and finish my remaining 2 mountains of the 7 summits project. I did neither. It’s a little bit disappointing, but it’s ok. I tried. I’m not in this only to break records. In fact, recrods are secondary. There are much more important things in life. I did lots of other things:
I went to Lampedusa in January and fell in love with the tiny and wild beautiful island outside of Italy. I trained with my friend/brotherlike captain Akim. We trained hard. I became a red-head and also did lots of yoga. My already injured knee couldn’t cope. I started to feel pain but didn’t listen to the pain.
I hoped the knee would be ok for a great south african adventure. 10 days roadtrip with 8 oceanic friends to record a series of a documentary with best friend Hanli Prinsloo in the lead. We also did some work for her foundation I AM WATER. From Durban to Mozambique we free dived with sharks, dolphins, manta rays and lots of other fish friends. One of my favourite days was freediving in the rain in Moz.
But the knee didn’t work very well any longer. After some try dives in Dahab I got help from a friend doctor to make a MRI. It showed that I didn’t have a front crucial ligament, that 60% of the meniscus was broken and a big baker-cyst was in the back of the knee… I needed surgery.
All my plans and dreams was pushed ahead. But me and my fantastic ex boyfriend made good use of the time. We sold our apartment and donated or sold 70% of everything we owned in order to live more simple lives, apart. It became my most popular blog-text this year; Hejdå pojkvän och lägenhet – hej enklare liv!
Every 3-4 weeks I went back to Sweden to work as a motivational speaker and teach free diving or breathing workshops.
My hair turned blue from all the time in the sea. I did a huge workshop for McKinsey Netherland’s retreat in Portugal and my knee got stronger and bendier again.
So I went back to Dahab to start the real training again. I spend most of the days in the blue hole, trained with great friends, saw a hammerhead shark and managed to touch the bottom at 92m. I was getting really strong.
Then I had to go back to Sweden again to do 13 motivational or inspirational talks in 11 days, and added some 4 interviews and 3 radio shows when I was at it…
Back to Dahab and time to break records. I made two new Swedish records in two days, and a few weeks later a personal best to 99m in constant weight.
Then too many things went wrong at the same time. I was 2m away from a world record. I made it down to the right world record depth of 102m but got a lung squeeze at the bottom, lost too much oxygen on the way up and had a bad black out about 10m below the surface. It took some time to recover and get back up again.
In Dahab again, for love, for the sea, friends, for photography, recovering my lungs and my knee, for writing and for going to the dentist and fixing a dead front tooth… If you want to go freediving in DAhab I can highly recommend you to go with Freedive Dahab. They are all awesome there!
To finish the year I celebrated a nice christmas with my family in Sweden, did the traditional christmas-work at naturkompaniet with friends and as I’m writing I’m already on new travels and adventures, and I think 2015 will be a good year. I wish you all a great start on the new one! Don’t wait. This is it.
I love travelling. And I think travelling loves me to.
My love for travelling is unconditional. It doesn’t matter what it puts me through. I can do however many flights with stale air, dry airplane-food servings followed by long passport controls. I never get bored.
I love the flow of people, the mix of nationalities of being on the way, the movement and the stillness in one. Although I am concerned by the carbon footprint I do like being still in an full speed airplane hovering above the earth. It’s the perfect point of in betweens. Of leaving a place, a past, moving on to something new, another place, something you have no idea what it’s going to be like. It is anticipation.
I also love airports. It’s the point of landing. Another true point of in betweens. When I booked the flights I didn’t look for the fast one. No, I got the one with a stopover of 4 hours in Amsterdam, then 13 hours in an U.S airport. I can’t wait to be 13 hours in an airport. I see it as “free time”. I can do whatever I want. For 13 hours. Wow. Time to land.
A month ago I was more at peace when I was still in Dahab. I could sit just watching the sea. The I couldn’t stop moving. Something is different. My inner deep restlessness had crept out of it’s hiding and was seeping into my blood. My thoughts have been racing my body. I simply couldn’t sit still. I ran, I biked, I was flowing through yoga, workout in the gym. work in a shop, answered endless e-mails, meet people, knit beanies, meet more restlessness.
I feel the need to travel. To see someone.
I know the need to do more yoga and meditation.
I need to write my book.
I never write as well as when I’m traveling. I finally get time away from constant wi-fi and the perceived need to do some of my 7 jobs, meet a friend or multitask a million different activities. It’s as if the speed of moving, traveling clears the fog and helps me write.
Through writing this text I know I have an issue to deal with. Something I know I share with a lot of other people; The pressure. The need to perform. The need to be constantly busy because there is so much to do. So many opportunities to do better, to help. There is so much to experience. Life is too short. I want to slow down. I want to live more.
I often hear people say “Wow, you have done so many things”, “You are doing so many things”, “What are you going to do next?” or “What are the 100 things you have going on right now”.
Then there was a coach telling me he was disappointed. He was expecting me to do even more.. That I could make more of a change if I only stripped down my adventures and travels, to not live as I learn at all. It made me crumble, question a lot, and make some stupid decisions.
It’s not just “their” expectations, it’s me. I love action, I love doing things. I’m full of energy. But for me it’s important to be and do it with a sense of inner peace. That’s only one reason why I’m traveling now. To be continued.
If you ask me how I am I will usually answer that I’m ok, even if I’m not.
Why? I don’t believe in complaining. I think complaining is a negative waste of time and rarely solves anything. Since I don’t complain or post ugly photos on facebook, from an outside point of view, It looks like I’m living a dream-life. And don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want to live any other way. But even dream-lives crumble. I am not a super human.
Sure I can be mentally strong during deep freedives. I can handle big mountains and steep rock climbing, fear of heights, really hard training, tough weather and public speaking in front of thousands of people. But I couldn’t handle a crumbling life any better.
I remember the day when life quietly started to fall apart. On the outside it looked like a normal, great day – apart from a burning knowledge of something being wrong, and it being mostly my fault. Then it happened quickly. An important part broke, and as if all other parts depended on it, the rest crumbled.
As often happens, it’s not just one thing to handle at a time, but all at once. And of course with bad timing. It started a few weeks before the world record-competition in freediving. I had put all my effort into it for almost ten months in order to not make the same mistake again (not having enough time, pushing for a record anyway and injuring myself). Suddenly I was short of time.
So in short time, and in a fast succession, the was food poisoning, the sadness, inability to train, the comeback of my knee injury, the shattering of future dreams and plans, worried family, migraines, guilt of leaving my climbing partner to climb our next adventure by himself, sleeplessness, tooth ache, loss of an income, perceived outside pressure and expectations, a black-out from the first deep dive attempt and hospital with a bad lung squeeze injury, and then the death of a young man and friend of friends in Dahab. I still pushed into another failed record attempt. Emptiness. Pointlessness. Crumbles.
At first I tried to be strong
To be the calm in the storm
It didn’t work
I was a mess
I remembered all the poor countries I’ve visited in the world. People I’ve met who are far worse off than me. With that perspective I shouldn’t complain. It could be worse, but this time it didn’t make me feel any better.
There is no manual in how to handle a life falling apart.
I tried to go back to basics. What was most important? Love. Family. Friends. I tried to sleep and eat. Let my lungs recover. If my body functioned well the rest might function better. I cleaned the house. Put e-mails, social media and plans on hold. I tried listening to music and watch movies, surprised myself by being able to write sometimes. I did yoga, tried to accept what was and let go. I tried to be patient and not be too hard on myself. Tried to smile. I reminded myself that I like challenges and difficulties, that I used to think that life was fun and interesting when it was difficult. It comes back to the mind, how what goes on in the thoughts affects everything. But also how the emotions affects the mind.
My friend and guru asked me once: do you know why it’s difficult?
I know the answer: because I have decided that this is difficult.
Life is a series of decisions. Bad ones, good ones, small ones, some we aren’t even aware of making. The decision to pick yourself up, face what needs to be faced and then go on is what really defines you. I could make the decision that this is just another adventure. The inner one. The real one? Maybe harder than climbing mt. Everest. It doesn’t change the situation – but it can change your attitude, which can make all the difference.
You have to dive deep. There’s no other way to get that smile on your face. What’s deep? it’s up to you. Whatever you think is deep will make you smile when you get there. The thing is: You have to be brave, you have to face the depth and yourself to get there, you have to be determined.
Something will happen during the minutes you dive. A few minutes in normal life might not make any big difference, but during freediving every second of every minute is important. Afterwards those seconds will feel like a few weeks worth of experience.
You will have a smile on your face because you saw something down there. Something you can not see on youtube. You will learn something from every dive. And if you managed to get it all together, during a competition with nervousness, increased heart-rate, no sleep, countdowns and presence of judges, you will have a very special experience. You will feel more alive than ever.
We sit by the sea on a small cafe and I can see that smile on everyone’s faces. Doesn’t matter if we dived 30m or 90m, as long as we overcame ourselves.
It might seem like freediving is a solitary sport. When you are down there you are utterly alone. But without friends, coaches and a good organization/center in your back it wouldn’t work. Big and many thanks to freedive dahab and everyone who helped and supported me!
Here’s the swedish press release message: http://iles.se/tva-nya-svenska-rekord-i-fridykning-av-annelie-pompe/ (contact them for hig-res images and more info)
And here’s an awesome press-image from my dive to 90m by Jacques de Vos Jdvos.com
It’s what most people would call a culture shock. 24 hours ago I was a hippie, walking underneath a hot sun on a dirty road following some goats, avoiding to step in their feces with my worn flip flops. I had just come back from a training session of a 85m freedive and could still feel the dive in my body, a soft humming memory.
I didn’t have to pack before traveling, because there was nothing to bring but my laptop. I flew the now very familiar route of Sharm el Sheik – Istanbul – Gothenburg, flowing through airports I know by heart. In another 12 hours I wear long sleeved clothes, socks, real shoes and make-up, standing alone on a stage in front of hundreds of people. I remember being alone at depth not long ago, but without an audience. I talk about being alone at depth, adventures and motivation, breathing, happiness, about really living. I talk about not limiting oneself to beliefs and fears.
“Once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience life in the way they have been told to” - Alan Knightley
I think it’s about making conscious choices on how to live.
For me this is normal. It’s how I chose to live. I only remember it’s different when I meet others living differently. This has been my last 6 months. 3-4 weeks of adventures, book writing and freediving life in Dahab in Egypt followed by some 2 weeks of speaking assignments, business meetings and planning. Two different lives experienced by the same person. It fits me extremely well because I love contrasts. It’s all adventures. That’s what I think about one evening after a talk for the costumers of Carnegie investment bank. I sit in the back amongst 4 men in expensive suits. Every now and then they open their Iphones to check some stock market. I guess the stock market is an adventure too.
I think an adventure is about being open and embracing whatever happens. No judgements, no expectations. It makes life interesting.
14 trains, 6 buses, 7 taxi rides and 12 flights for doing 13 motivational speeches in 11 days. It becomes blurry and I often wake up not knowing where I am. Downside is I only had time to meet 3 friends and 3 family members. Sorry friends.
It might sound glamorous to live an adventurous life, but there’s lots of uncomfortable situations, lack of safeness, time for friends and sleep. That I don’t mind. If it’s worth it? It’s even better than doing world records or summit mountains. If only one person in each audience makes a change of difference in life it’s worth it. In a Q&A session the other day someone asked me when I’m the most happy. And that’s the answer. Sharing with others.
I hope I will always be in the middle of living differently. Here’s some contrasts. (I also faced my fear of people in suits :-)
Ta ett djupt andetag. Andas ut långsamt. Slappna av. Andningen påverkar dig kanske mer än du tror. Sättet du andas på kan påverka dina känslor, din stressnivå, dina tankar. Och det är bara en liten bit i pusslet mellan kropp och tanke. Så ta ett djupt andetag. Följ med på ett inre äventyr. Äventyraren Annelie Pompe är din guide. Hon har haft världsrekord i fridykning på 126m på ett andetag, är yogalärare och expert på mental träning, att andas och att inte andas.
Dag: Söndag 5 oktober 2014
Tid: 12.00- ca 17.00
Plats: preBALANS Studio, Helsingborg
BOKA – via denna länk
Prell schema:12:00 Föreläsning. Inre och yttre äventyr. Målfokusering
14:00 Yoga för en bättre andning
14:45 Meditation och mental träning
16.00 Gemensam lunch och reflektion
One thought is sometimes all it takes. One thought can change everything.
I heard one of those thoughts a few days ago again during training. I was freediving down towards the deep blue, freefalling into the void, eyes closed. I was ok. But then I heard it. I never know where it starts; from the discomfort in the mind or emotion of expected weakness in the body from being sick, but it’s there. The thought saying “I don’t want to, I can’t do it”.
I can’t pretend I didn’t hear it. My body cringes with the conflict, and without me making a conscious decision to abort the dive and turn around, my hand automatically reaches out to the dive-line, stops the freefall and within a second I have turned, swimming up to the surface again without reaching my target. Disappointment washes over me. It’s happened over and over again the last days, having no respect at all for my training schedule.
I’m usually mentally strong. But the connection between the mind and the body is stronger. My body feels weakened after a bout of antibiotics and fever. My mind can’t override the body. Maybe for the better this time. I’m not a robot athlete. I’m human.
But let’s come back to the thought.
A thought is just a combination of words.
Such a small thing can have such a great influence. If it can stop me from freediving deeper, what else can it stop, or start?
Thoughts are powerful.
How well do you know your thoughts?
How well do you know yourself?
A quick thought about a decision can change your life. Thoughts with judgement or preconceptions will change your attitude and the way you look at things. Thoughts of expectations can give you hope, or take away all your willpower in a second. It’s through your thoughts you can lie to yourself, or make up excuses.
In ”normal” life you might not listen or pretend you never heard certain thoughts. In freediving you can’t. You are alone with yourself and your thoughts. A big part of freediving is about thoughts. For me, freediving is an inner dive as much as it is a deep dive. It’s about how my thoughts directly affect my body, and my dive. A thought can bring on an immediate automatic reaction from the body. Another unfinished dive. Maybe another excuse; equalization problem, relaxation problem, fear, early contractions, bad feeling, wrong mindset. Most of these problems start in the mind. In one thought.
The fact is that most of us have much less control over thoughts and emotions than we would like.
How can we handle thoughts better? The only way to get better at something is to practice it. If you want to get better at relaxation – do relaxation exercises. If you want to get better at handling stress – practice handling stress. If you want to get better at handling thoughts and get a stronger mind – train your mind.
6 Tips on how to train your mind (for freediving) and life.
- Start listening to your thoughts. Become aware of what they are saying, how they affect you, the way you look at the world and yourself.
- Accept the thoughts. You don’t have to like them. Just accept what you “heard” without judging it as good or bad. Don’t beat yourself up. Thoughts are just made up from words. They are made up in your head. You don’t need to take the thought for a fact.
- Make a plan for what you want to think about during a dive. What do you think about while breathing up? What do you think about in the duck dive? What do you think about during the free fall? Is it ”forced” thinking using precious oxygen? How relaxed are you inside your head?
- Find the difference between the “thinking mindset” and “observing mindset”. The thinking part is what is babbling in your mind, judging and talking to you. The observing mindset can be present, just observing without judgment.
- Practice meditation or mindfulness. Being able to create a single pointed focus can calm your mind and make thoughts more clear. There’s plenty of information to google about mindfulness and meditation. I’ll probably write more on it later.
- Remember mental training is just like physical training. You need to repeat it regularly for it to have any effect.
A note and warning on “positive thinking” and ”attitude”. It’s a very short term and superficial technique to try to stop thinking negative thoughts and replace them with positive thoughts. The more you try to push away negative thoughts, the stronger they will come back at you. Acceptance is the key here. Cultivating a positive attitude makes a world of difference in the outlook on life. An attitude reaches deeper into belief systems and values than just thoughts.
Photo by Aron Arngrimsson