I’m writing whenever I can. Like right now, while the baby is asleep. And I’ll write as much as I can until my eyes can’t take it anymore or when the baby wakes up for some mama’s milk. Sometimes I manage to write 3 or 4 posts in a row. And sometimes I’m just writing dumb stuff that will remain drafts. I don’t really know where this will get me but, so far, I’m enjoying my journey as a mama/author/writer very much.
When you decide to quit your job to travel the world, at first it’s very exciting. You think about the landscapes you’re gonna see or the food you’re gonna taste for the first time of your life.
I’m house-sitting for my brother’s for two weeks while he’s in Peru for holidays.
It’s funny how one bad experience can make you stop doing something.
I never ran alone until last week.
So this happened 🙂
There’s always something to celebrate.
There will always be people trying to tear you down as if you were the worst loser ever. But hey, don’t be mad at them.
I learned to read and write more easily than I speak because I was afraid to talk—I sucked at it, so I would never put myself in a situation where I had to talk.