It’s always the first step that is the hardest to take. That’s the first thing that came to my mind while writing my first post. Which is long overdue of course since I put up my page.
But here I am taking that first step as I remember my son’s first teacher. She is a picture of courage and love. She may no longer be young and her children as telling her to retire, but she always give that feeling that if you love something you will be good at it no matter what. Which leave me thinking, why are we so afraid to take that first step when really we have to in order to be stronger and happier.
Maybe fear of being laugh about. Fear of being judged. Or simply fear of not knowing what to do. Still, we all know we are good at something no matter how small or big and it’s up to us to make ourselves grow or be stuck.
So here I am. Sharing what I know and learned. This is me sharing my journey, as I organize my life more and just stop drowning. From too much house chores, too much pressure at work, too much kids responsibilities and too much of everything.