When I hold my baby daughter, it’s hard to believe that just 19 months ago she was just a newborn, so tiny and fragile, with a voice so soft that even her cry was cute. No matter how hard I try to remember how it felt, I can’t. It’s hard to imagine, let alone replicate the feeling.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately. And Davidson has helped me with his insights.
Until recently I was obsessed with living in USA. It’s always been a dream of mine to live abroad. And maybe the fact that the entrepreneurship culture was born there influenced me to live with like-minded people.
Our journey from Cuzco to Aguas Calientes was a memorable trip. So memorable that we keep mentioning it whenever things get tough in our life. Because what we experienced during that trip is a great metaphor to our own journey towards building the life of our dreams.
When reading through some of my old blog posts, I’m always like, “ah… that wasn’t so bad.” But then I’m like, “OMG… so much anger in my texts.” Although I still agree with the gist of my old posts, I don’t agree with the tone I used.
It’s so cold these days that I’m dreaming of summer.
It’s not even winter yet and I find myself so lazy to run outside in the cold.
When people ask me what I’m doing nowadays, I feel uneasy and I still find it quite difficult to say that I write books.
I’ve been away from my blog for some time. And before deciding getting back at it, I could hear once again this little voice in my head asking, “Are you sure writing is for you?”
After reading a list of [mostly wrong] predictions I wrote back in 2017, I asked Davidson what was his vision for the years to come. Instead of giving me a list of things he’d like to happen, he just said that whatever happens he wants to have freedom of time and location.