Today I´m 29, going to be 30 and you are reflecting even more about the choices you have done in your life and how your choices gonna affects the future. Our whole life is about choices and making the right call and it is not easy, especially not when you're a teen and strucked by hormones and vague ideas about how the world is working. Your naivety is your best friend but also your worst enemy. You break boundaries, and probably fall on your head once or twice but I guess that is just a part of evolving. I mean, you learn by making mistakes, and by not even trying you would never know if it is something for you.
Everything started when I was 11, seems like ages ago but I can still remember that day when I had my first period like it was yesterday. I was proud, I was proud to soon become a women but I didn’t know anything but what it will brings. I wasn’t scared, nor ashame, I was filled with joy and pride not knowing what will come next. This particular day I was going to a dance class with a friend of mine and I was so eager to tell her about what happened. Upon til that day I’ve been focused on playing soccer, dancing and hanging out with my girls but soon another interest of life came into my life, love. I remember after the dance class walking with my friend, talking about everything when I finally said to her “I got my period!”. She just stood still, looked at me and saying “You’re serious!?” like anything that came out of my mouth was hard to believe. I told her “today”. We walked silent along each other not knowing what to say or what to ask, or what to expect.
Sure, I had some flings before that but nothing serious, and as I said I was more into sports and music. After many years of having my focus on completely wrong things I finally found myself focusing on sports and gardening, instead of boys and parties. You might think this is sad, but it’s really the reality of a young girl who doesn’t take herself too serious, who seeks comfort in other people.
To be continued..
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