once upon a time in a hot humid land there lived a curly hair girl who also happened to be very shy. she'd spend the days daydreaming of far away lands, listening to the beatles while drawing her fears away. she was happy. life was uncomplicated. she was loved. and grass was always greener on her side of the fence. life couldn't be better. things looked pretty good. but then...one day, puberty came.
and i could go on and on about all the little major traumas of my teenage years. but i can honestly say that for me having curly hair, being a size 13-14 at age 12, shyness, unusual tastes (some might say) and a large forehead meant all the reasons why i always felt so out of place.
I can honestly say that it's been a long road. a very long, bumpy road. still, I'm grateful. because even though i can be my worst enemy ever, i learned to turn that around and now that I'm in my early thirties i can look back at myself and love who i was and i where i was at that point in my life because if i hadn't been so discontent with my life at those moments i would've never gotten to where i am right now. So. It did get better. and thank God. because for a moment there. sure. i had my doubts.
But it's not over yet. there's still lots to work on myself. and this is what this blog is all about. it's my way to keep a journal and track of my thoughts, my projects and to remember to make my dreams come true. also to remind me not to be so hard on myself because i easily tend to forget all of the good things and go straight to the dark cloud of my day, my week.
I have so many things to be thankful for. and so I'm making a weekly post of all the simple things in life that make my day, my week, my life.
Here´s to staying true to ones self and finding joy in all those simple little things that make life great.
Happy Wednesday everyone. -- Ileana