Oh, my dearest 3 or 4 devoted venting expat readers - this is just to re-confirm my commitment to this blog and to assure that despite my long silence it has hardly been heartlessly abandoned.
31, so far, has been my age of disillusionment and of the intense recognition of how prescious my little freedoms are. Of how I am willing and ready to compromise and give some of them up for the sake of a healthy attachment - as long as that would not result in compromising the essence of who I am. I thank the flying confessions project - the film made about women like me for women like me: the travels, the conversations and above all the goal: to let go of fear. THe fear that we have been tought, the fear that has been installed in us, the fear that results from all of the unnecessary suffering of the female kind. Freedom is a luxury that I am only learning how to use...and it exciting...
And I look forward to passing the camera myself...you can learn more at www.flyingconfessions.org
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more than a few read you cara. and you always amaze me.
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