This story begins in the late summer of 2012 in Sandhamn, an island in the outer Stockholm archipelago. I had been invited to a networking event organized by Skiers Accredited and had decided to join in, even if I knew that the only person I would know there was on old boyfriend. Despite my being an open and social person I sometimes find entering new crowds a bit uncomfortable. I still remember very well the relief I felt when I met my tennis coach in the harbor and it turned out that he was going to the same event. I was not going to have to get off the boat on my own then.
As soon as the activities started everything turned out the way it usually does; I met a lot of super nice people who all shared the same passion as myself – skiing. For many years I had ignored my love for skiing in particular and sports in general and the desire to revive it was huge. After a nice dinner, party spirits were high. I joined a group of enthusiastic people on the dance floor and among them was one guy who danced with an intensity and joy I had never experienced. At some point I remember him telling me to throw away my neat little designer handbag and ”unleash myself fully”. In my world I thought I had already done that, looking back I know how much energy and joy of life that I was carrying around without letting it out. This guy, Anders, saw right through me. He saw ME. It took some time until I realized this though.