Sigrid satt på en benk i Vigelandsparken.

Sigrid sat on a bench in Vigelandsparken.

Solen skinte ned på de imponerende skulpturene av Gustav Vigeland.

The sun shone down on the impressive sculptures of Gustav Vigeland.

Parken var full av mennesker, smilende familier og ivrige turister.

The park was full of people, smiling families, and eager tourists.

Sigrid trakk pusten dypt, lukket øynene og lot seg fylle av inspirasjon.

Sigrid took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let herself be filled with inspiration.

Det hadde vært en lang tid borte fra jobb for Sigrid.

It had been a long time away from work for Sigrid.

Personlige grunner hadde ført til hennes fravær.

Personal reasons had led to her absence.

Nå skulle hun tilbake som kunstner.

Now she was returning as an artist.

Det var sommer, og Oslo var vakker.

It was summer, and Oslo was beautiful.

Men Sigrid var bekymret.

But Sigrid was worried.

Hva hadde hun gått glipp av mens hun var borte?

What had she missed while she was away?

Ville hun klare å finne sin plass igjen?

Would she be able to find her place again?

Leif, hennes kollega, hadde vært en stor støtte.

Leif, her colleague, had been a great support.

Han var flink, praktisk, og alltid klar til å hjelpe.

He was skilled, practical, and always ready to help.

"Ikke tenk for mye, Sigrid," sa Leif med et smil.

"Don't think too much, Sigrid," said Leif with a smile.

"Det er godt å ha deg tilbake.

"It's good to have you back.

Vi trenger din kreative synsvinkel.

We need your creative perspective."

"Sigrid nikket, men følelsen av uro forsvant ikke.

Sigrid nodded, but the feeling of unease didn't go away.

Hun hørte på Leif mens de gikk gjennom parken, blant de mange bronse- og granittfigurene.

She listened to Leif as they walked through the park, among the many bronze and granite figures.

Sammen diskuterte de detaljene om det nye prosjektet.

Together they discussed the details of the new project.

Tilbake på kontoret følte Sigrid seg som ny.

Back at the office, Sigrid felt like new.

Alt virket annerledes.

Everything seemed different.

Nye systemer, nye ansikter.

New systems, new faces.

Hun følte seg som en fremmed.

She felt like a stranger.

Leif la merke til hennes ubehag.

Leif noticed her discomfort.

Han foreslo at de skulle ta en pause i parken for å samle tankene.

He suggested they take a break in the park to gather their thoughts.

"Hva om du deler dine tanker med meg?

"What if you share your thoughts with me?"

" spurte Leif vennlig.

asked Leif kindly.

Sigrid nølte først, men hun visste hun trengte hjelp.

Sigrid hesitated at first, but she knew she needed help.

Sammen gikk de tilbake til Vigelandsparken, der tryggheten alltid ventet mellom trærne og statuene.

Together they went back to Vigelandsparken, where safety always awaited between the trees and statues.

Sigrid tok mot til seg og begynte å snakke om sine bekymringer.

Sigrid gathered her courage and began to talk about her concerns.

"Jeg er redd jeg har mistet det jeg hadde.

"I'm afraid I've lost what I had.

At jeg ikke lenger kan gi det samme som før.

That I can no longer give what I used to."

"Leif lyttet nøye.

Leif listened carefully.

"Din styrke har alltid vært din ærlighet og kreativitet.

"Your strength has always been your honesty and creativity.

Start der.

Start there."

"Dagen kom for prosjektpresentasjonen.

The day came for the project presentation.

Sigrid sto foran teamet.

Sigrid stood in front of the team.

Nervene knøt seg i magen hennes.

Her nerves knotted in her stomach.

Hun kunne enten bidra eller la tvilen ta over.

She could either contribute or let the doubt take over.

Leif ga henne et lite nikk, og hun bestemte seg for å snakke.

Leif gave her a small nod, and she decided to speak.

Ideene hennes fløt, og hun la frem sitt unike perspektiv med selvtillit.

Her ideas flowed, and she presented her unique perspective with confidence.

Teamet lyttet, nikket, og motet hennes vokste for hvert ord.

The team listened, nodded, and her courage grew with every word.

Da hun var ferdig, var responsen begeistret.

When she finished, the response was enthusiastic.

Leif klappet stolt.

Leif clapped proudly.

På vei ut av møtet takket hun Leif.

On the way out of the meeting, she thanked Leif.

"Du hjalp meg å finne min plass igjen.

"You helped me find my place again."

""Du fant den selv," svarte Leif, med et smil som ikke kunne skjule stoltheten over hans kollega og venn.

"You found it yourself," Leif replied, with a smile that could not hide the pride over his colleague and friend.

Nå, stående i Vigelandsparken, følte Sigrid seg hel igjen.

Now, standing in Vigelandsparken, Sigrid felt whole again.

Hun hadde overvunnet frykten.

She had overcome the fear.

Midt i de storslåtte skulpturene som alltid hadde inspirert henne, visste hun at hun hørte hjemme der hun alltid hadde vært destinert: som en kunstner med en klar stemme.

In the midst of the magnificent sculptures that had always inspired her, she knew she belonged where she had always been destined: as an artist with a clear voice.