The problem with living a nomadic (or semi-nomadic) life is of course, money. The root of all evil. I’ve long believed that the trick to happiness is to alleviate the need for this dirty entity. I don’t think I can think of a single problem that doesn’t have its origin in money, in some small way or other.
When I was a young girl about six or seven years old I was always the calm one, shy and who never talks .Before I was interested in nothing I loved watching television playing with my Barbie dolls and stuff like that .One day i was eating dinner with my grandparents because my mom had to go to a business trip so I was just eating my grandmother’s homemade lasagna which was delicious and I’d say very rich in aroma ,then my grandad asked if i want to go to with them in a ballet concert near the capital of London and I was kind of interested and accepted the opportunity to go and entertain myself with a ballet show .So as we when to the concert everything was nice there there was treats and gifts for us saying “thank you for attending the ballet show we wish you a very pleasant night “ so this was the moment,the moment we were all waiting for...as the ballerinas entered the stage my eyes widened and heart raced as the beautiful classic harmony got me shivering like crazy but then she started dancing ... it was so cool I just loved how they just twirl around and dance so beautifully.After we got out my grandmother asked if I liked it and I said that I loved and wanted to be a ballet too and so dancing was now one of my my hobbies that I loved doing ,I practiced every single day to get into The Vaganova School in Russia and the task was to achieve my dream .
Last week I was walking home from the market. The sky was dreary and a light rain covered my section of the world. I quickened my pace. I wanted to get home so that I could eat my crunchy peanut butter right out of the jar. It’s my comfort food.
Growing up, I always dreamt of being a superhero. There were so many movies and TV shows circulating that inspired me to want this but, even more so, helped me to realize an innate desire that I already possessed for wanting to help people. Do you remember imagining whole worlds in your backyard or living room where you were the hero, saving everyone or giving your life so the world would be saved? Whatever your make-believe story was, my question is, Are you still dreaming today, or did that superhero saving worlds in their living room get lost along the way? Did you become the teacher you dreamt about being or the Hollywood movie star? Did you live out your dream of recording albums or traveling around the world? Did you become the mother or father you always wanted to be?
Some days are harder than others.
As illogical as it is, I tend to think of myself as the only one; in a world of billions--the only one. The only one scared of not achieving my goals, of not "making" it in life. The only one dealing with loss and rejection. The only one with a frozen lake.
At the almost age of 59, slightly slipping health, this is the question I ponder today. It's been an interesting life, with a good balance of ups and downs. For a great number of years, things seemed to just fall in my lap. And I ran with it. Always meeting and getting to know more people, it has been wonderful that way. Went with the flow. I never really "planned". You see so many people at their jobs yet know so little, if anything about them. It has been wonderful to learn about individuals, get to know them on different levels, forming so many connections !
Do you find yourself getting easily distracted and before you know it the day is almost over and you barely got anything done you wanted too?
...move towards living a life of freedom and creativity.