I am a woman, a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend, a daughter. I have been in this world for three decades. I have worked in airlines and in shipping as an accountant and a documentation clerk. But I learned quickly that I enjoy creating more. I like to do and to make many different things starting with creating music, drawing, designing, photography ending with sewing, knitting, leather craft and writing. Creating is a language for me through which I express myself. And it seems that I like to speak more than one language depending on the season in my life. Currently I’m at home with my youngest daughter (1y 8m) which is why I feel a little isolated from the rest of the world. I also lack time for myself and for creating something in peace (as you may imagine a mom’s everyday life :)
But really, does it say who I am? Or, have I had a chance yet to see who I am or who I could be?
I am still that 6 year old girl who is looking at an ant nest and wondering if there is somebody or something so big that is looking at me the way I am looking at these ants. I am still a 26 year old single mother who decides to go on a half year long journey to the other side of the planet together with her 5 year old daughter – to learn about life, and herself. I am somebody who gets inspired by colours, nature, music, people and their stories, big goals, challenges, the stars and the unknown. I am somebody who believes in the power of dreaming with the right feeling. You know – imagine your future spouse, what qualities you want him (or her) to have; and even the details e.g. what is the colour of his eyes etc. Write it on a yellow post-it and stick it on a mirror that you see often. And two weeks later you meet your future spouse and the father of your children. My true story. Naive? Silly? Yes, I am all that, too. And it works fine for me. I jump with joy. And appreciate the gracefulness and flexibility inside, by dancing outside.
Sometimes I lose focus or dive into something so much that my surrounding becomes a little foggy. Sometimes I can self-destructively think too much about details. I am broken at times. I have fears that make my tummy stiff, or make me turn around right behind a door and go back home. Sometimes I go to my comfortable corner and cry all the tension out. And that’s alright. Because I am the life with duality – all the way from fear to love.
And this is why I am here – to wonder together about mad and wonderful things about people and life. Give and get feedback, inspiration, encouragement through writing; about writing. What we all have in common is some sort of a struggle – and that’s something mandatory for a great story and inspiration to share.