love

I am strong, I am beautiful, I am happy, I dream, I work hard, I make my own decisions, I challenge myself, I make mistakes, I learn, I am achieving,… every day…again and again…I love me, I love my life, I love every day. I only have one life. It might be long, It might be short. But it is mine. I choose how I live it.

I couldn’t wait to hit 18, the magic age, as I saw it, where nobody will be able to tell me what to do ever again. Freeeeeeeeedom. As much as I loved them both I couldn’t wait to leave my parents house and see the world. My reasoning was, if I do not succeed in what I wanted to do, I can always come home. It was a safety blanket if you like, the excitement hightened and fear disappeared. Life is full of surprises, good and bad, and it was down to me to carve a path for myself, deal with the obstacles as they arose, keep learning, keep working and dreaming, and be me. At 18 years old I decided I will not have children before I hit 30. I wanted to know myself first and discover myself deeper. Get the partying out of the way, travel, discover what I like to eat, do, who is worthy of my time, what I like or dislike about men….

”I am not here to live up to your expectations I am here to live up to mine.’ Bruce Lee said once.

And I do, simply because that way I am not ever disappointed. I know what I am capable off, what I can do, achieve, I know what I want, I am living to my expectations and they are a lot higher than anyone could ever expect from someone else. My being is not overburdened by doing something wrong or doing it the way nobody else is or wonder what would people say. I really do not care. I am me and proud of it. I learn from mistakes, I am kind, polite and respectful and most importantly I live without regrets.

Now that I have decided how and where |I wanted to live, what I wanted to do, how I wanted to be…..they arrived…one after the other with nearly 2 years between them.