I make a living teaching yoga. I feel incredibly 'blessed.' Before I was a full-time yoga teacher, I've had a wide variety of so-called 'bread jobs.' As a teenager in Sweden I used to make pocket money in the summer picking and selling lingonberries and blueberries (and getting eaten by bugs in the meanwhile). I also worked a few weeks at a strawberry field. At sixteen I got a summer job cleaning windows at a theatre. Then I cared for the elderly. The ones that had lost their

I grew up in Sweden, one of few European countries where the government controls the sale of alcoholic beverages tightly. The opening hours of liquor stores are restricted and you have to be twenty (and armed with an ID if you look under fifty) to buy. When I was a teenager, we used to seek out the town drunks, living their tattered lives on park benches in the city centre, and offer them a bottle of cheap wine if they bought a few bottles of the same shit for us. Easy, but h