
“Move! Move as much and as often as you can.” How could she say that? I looked at her in absolute disbelief. She knew what I was going through.

“Move! Move as much and as often as you can.” How could she say that? I looked at her in absolute disbelief. She knew what I was going through.

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I have spent a lifetime saying ‘I am sorry’ until one day an older gentleman asked me to stop. “Stop being sorry all the time,” he said and I thought about it.

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First thing in the morning, on my daily quest to find laughter to set the mood for the rest of my day, I often find unexpected treasures, and many of them make me cry happy tears.

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How honest should I be on my blog? I always wondered about that. I could answer, “I am fine”, which I am, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg, a facade because most of us have the same defense mechanism. “I am fine,” isn’t that the answer we mostly give, even when we are not?

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The fear of writing that I felt when I started writing vanished. I never noticed that I liked writing, didn’t really think about it, until I started blogging. Maybe writing has been something that has been waiting inside of me to be let out. Like a caged-up animal, waiting for the chance to be set free.

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May the English, the British, the Americans, the Australians and Canadians, and all other native English speakers please forgive me, but you all LOVE too much.

I wish a machine would give me access to other people’s feelings. I am not interested in their secrets, even though I can imagine it would be very entertaining -and shocking- to find all the skeletons hidden in the closets, but the truth is, human beings puzzle me. I would love to see what others feel and think, and why they act the way they do.