Mondays are my saturdays.
The alarm went off at 8am and it felt like I had only been alseep for 2 hours. I can't remember the last time it hurt so bad to get up. I booked an interview with Aftonbladet at Globen for 10am and wondered what the hell I was thinking when I did that. I reset the alarm for 9am, cutting it close, but I had showered the night before and knew I could fake a hairstyle and slap on enough warpaint to get me through it in 20 minutes. My eyes closed again and an sms came. Paul was left at his dad's house. He tried to go to school, but ended up throwing up on the train and just went home instead. Ok...good to know, will call him when I wake up. Close my eyes again, the phone rings...I'm realising that, NOOOO, I WILL be getting up after all! It's Paul. "Mom, I'm sick...!" So I comfort him and try to climb out of bed and get going.
I pride myself on being on time and respecting other's time, so I drove like a demon to Globen, parked illegally without even looking for an automat (verry Carola, va?) and walked in to the galleria. I thought we were to meet outside the Coffeehouse, but 10:05 came and went and I called Lillen to check my mail for the journalist's number. While waiting, I see Hasse Aro get up from a table at the cafe and he stared at me long and hard, maybe he recognised me, maybe he thought I was Efterlyst (bad joke, sorry...jokes are not my thing). While Lillen looked through my email for her number, the journalist called me instead. It was apparently by the pharmacy we were supposed to meet. I met them half way and we just ended up going to the same coffeshop I had been standing by all along.
We found a table upstairs with a bit pf privacy. I asked what her angle was for the artical and what she wanted to know. She said it was a profile to say a little bit about who I was. She asked the standard question: Where are you from? etc... and I wondered why some journalists do not do their homework. All that was already on Zlip's website. I took her questions and answered in a very frank and vulnerable way, sort of challengng her to not do a 2 dimensional story. I have never done that before, but for some reason, I pushed her to go deeper.
Those who meet me for the first time on tv, see a woman with glittery clothes and an intense look in her eyes and sometimes, an unapologetic laugh. Perhaps not the warmest impression, I don't know. But if you see strength in my eyes, there is a story behind it. Many, many stories and one day, in my own time, I will tell them. I shared a portion today and that will be printed sometime this week. I hope she will make it honest and provocative, because in all honesty, it was. We 3 bonded quickly and intensely. Was a strange feeling. She shook my hand goodbye and I hugged her instead. The photographer stayed with me and took more pictures and when he was done, I stuck out my hand to shake his and he hugged me instead.
Was really quite special.
I pride myself on being on time and respecting other's time, so I drove like a demon to Globen, parked illegally without even looking for an automat (verry Carola, va?) and walked in to the galleria. I thought we were to meet outside the Coffeehouse, but 10:05 came and went and I called Lillen to check my mail for the journalist's number. While waiting, I see Hasse Aro get up from a table at the cafe and he stared at me long and hard, maybe he recognised me, maybe he thought I was Efterlyst (bad joke, sorry...jokes are not my thing). While Lillen looked through my email for her number, the journalist called me instead. It was apparently by the pharmacy we were supposed to meet. I met them half way and we just ended up going to the same coffeshop I had been standing by all along.
We found a table upstairs with a bit pf privacy. I asked what her angle was for the artical and what she wanted to know. She said it was a profile to say a little bit about who I was. She asked the standard question: Where are you from? etc... and I wondered why some journalists do not do their homework. All that was already on Zlip's website. I took her questions and answered in a very frank and vulnerable way, sort of challengng her to not do a 2 dimensional story. I have never done that before, but for some reason, I pushed her to go deeper.
Those who meet me for the first time on tv, see a woman with glittery clothes and an intense look in her eyes and sometimes, an unapologetic laugh. Perhaps not the warmest impression, I don't know. But if you see strength in my eyes, there is a story behind it. Many, many stories and one day, in my own time, I will tell them. I shared a portion today and that will be printed sometime this week. I hope she will make it honest and provocative, because in all honesty, it was. We 3 bonded quickly and intensely. Was a strange feeling. She shook my hand goodbye and I hugged her instead. The photographer stayed with me and took more pictures and when he was done, I stuck out my hand to shake his and he hugged me instead.
Was really quite special.
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