While there are a lot of things I want to say, there is only so much I actually can without oversharing.
I have turned a new leaf though. I am very much into honesty these days. Well I try to, anyways.
So here I am, thinking about the message I want this blogpost to carry out into the world wide web and I am not quite sure of the direction this should take. I could tell you about my day, bore you to death cause the most exciting thing I did was clean my brother's hamster's cage. Her name is Hannah Montana. I named her. She is cute and fluffy, but oh so delicate. I am always afraid I might break her.
Though that is what I feel like with a lot of things lately. One false word, one false step, one false touch and everything could fall to pieces.
There are the obvious situations, where in a heartbeat everything can change for the worse. Like when you're speeding down the highway, 210km/h, your eyes locked to the road. And suddenly you sneeze and next thing you know you've crashed into the side rail, can hardly breathe anymore.
But besides the obvious, there is the potential for damage in every breath you take, in every move you make.
We know this.
All of us.
It is just the way people deal with this knowledge that makes the difference.
I feel like, for me, it tends to paralyse. Stop me from reaching for my goals. It make me hide, rather than seek.
But not anymore. I am willing to fight. Swoon is not an option anymore. Staying in and quiet isn't going to reduce the potential of damage. It only reduces the potential of going places, of being someone.
So this is me, pledging: NO MORE MEDIOCRITY!




























