Las Tortugas y Yo
A couple of nights ago, I had a young woman ride in the car with her mother and I because she felt inspired by the fact that I am an author, she looked me up on google and ran in to my platform. So we talked for a while, and I could see my self in her, so eager to grow and learn. She was taking notes, and it made me wonder, ¿when did I became this person that others come to for advice? and I felt proud of being who I am today, I just have to own it and not be afraid to tell others who I am. If your a reader in my blog, and begin from my first to my last entree you'll get a better idea of what am talking about. And even when I do it, is hard for me to belive I survied all of that. Another excersice we had was to learn to walk consciously, but the worst part for me during this excercise was how terrible unconcious I had been walking up to this point. Now I have a clear path marked for me and am going somewhere with direction, not blindfolded. Now I have a larger purpose and I know where am going.