I get such a sweet and nice comments, I am extremely grateful for that. Yesterday I was a little bit shocked.I received a (very sweet actually) response. I quote: ‘I can only dream of a life like yours.’
Then I wondered how my blog actually looked like for outsiders. My ‘life’. Yes, I make beautiful trips. Where I work and save for. I do have a nice house, the love of my life next to me and two brilliant cats on my lap. Dear friends, a great family and an amazing dad. Yes, I have the courage to set up my own company and to follow my passions. I’m always full of inspiration and ideas. And sometimes I ‘m a bit shocked because of such a response. I get a little feeling that my life seems an illusion. Or something like that. The stories I tell really come straight from my heart, and that blonde hippie woman in the picture is me. But my life is not perfect. I try to balance the sincerity if not going (blogposts about doubts, uncertainties and my mom) and my passions and personality. But I do get the feeling that the balance is on the wrong side this time.
The people who are following me for a long time know this is not my first blog. Before this I blogged about fashion, musings and personal stories. For some reason, this changed in a blog which was a bit too personal, which is why I deleted it one day. Now I have revived my blog and I write about my passions and musings. Just about myself, what I do and what I think. I’m a bit older and wiser and this blog is where I stand for. I can be too outspoken sometimes, and now I am aware of that. The internet remains public. I am trying to find a balance between personality: positive and negative. I follow the ‘meet the bloggers event’ and saw a presentation of a great blogger who told that show ing your insecurities on your blog is actually good. There is no thing such as a perfect life. What I do is not that inspiring really, you can travel too, you can follow your dreams as well. I can not imagine that anyone is dreaming of a life like mine.
Why? I am extremely uncertain. I am worried about things that don’t matter and I don’t care about things that matter. I have troubles letting go. I am a little too ambitious and this is very excausting. I lost my mother two years ago and I miss her terribly. I have had a tough time with my brother with whom I do not have contact for over years. I am a little bit autistic and very hypersensitive. I am worried about the business that am starting up. I have a bachelor of business management and gave up a good job for what seems mainly uncertain. Yes, that’s scares the hell out of me and that worries me. I even had a burn-out last year because I’ve been strong for too long. My body does not do what I want and my health is not in order. Pain is no stranger to me. Grief either. I could go on and on.
Yeah, I’m positive and always go on. What I write, I am. I believe that you need to get the most out of your life. I do what I want to do, I dream what I want to dream and I live. I have given my life a positive spin. I’m going to follow my heart and try to inspire people to do the same thing. I like to share my travels and what it does with me. I work very hard for the things I want to achieve. I grab every chance to be able to discover and I learned to enjoy life. But that has not been without a fight and that it is still not always without fighting. I take my blog very seriously, I am overjoyed with all readers and kind comments (how strange I still find it) and I am trying to be open and honest. Authentic. But I’m not perfect at all and I do not see myself as inspiring. I’m just Laura. I am just me. Please bear in mind that everyone has his or her cross to bear.