I’ve been thinking about how people we’ve cared about – people we’ve chosen – have the power to change our minds and indeed our lives. Here is a love letter to those people who’ve changed mine.
Now don’t get me wrong – I am not a garbage heap of a person – but I recognise that there are parts about myself that are not necessarily conducive to my own happiness. So they have to go. Or I need to get better at dealing with them.
Or accept them altogether.
I think a common idea that springs up for most twenty somethings these days (at least I hope so because otherwise I’m an absolute outlier), is the thought of what we actually want out of this existence. Not like expensive cars or nice houses, not even having loads of friends and starting a family. IContinue reading “Searching for Who We Are”
I started in Africa. I’ve come so far since then. In what way do our beginnings shape who we become?