Why you can’t force hygge

Hello Hygge

On Tuesday night, it was raining hard, I’d had a couple of glasses of wine and I was reading in bed under my fairy lights. I was fresh out of a ridiculously elaborate bubble bath, and I was so cosy and warm under the covers under the twinkly lights with the wind whistling past my windows. But it wasn’t happening. This wasn’t hygge.

Sometimes I feel like finding out hygge, that intangible feeling you get when everything just feels right, is A Thing, puts pressure on people to experience it. Sometimes people who have just discovered hygge say ‘I’m drinking a cup of coffee in a café, is this hygge?’ or ‘I’m watching a film with my family, is this hygge?’ or ‘I baked bread on Sunday, is this hygge?’. The thing is, none of these activities are intrinsically hyggeligt. But that’s absolutely fine. I very often enjoy these things…

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