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In this blog I share the inner twirls of my mind, dreams, worries and what else I feel like laying on my readers, who are mostly my friends I guess.

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Decisions, decisions, decisions

Decisions, decisions, decisions

When you are growing up, you can't wait to stand on your own two feet. Decisions are often made for you. What you eat, when you go to bed, which guys are bad news, which habits are not okay to have... the list goes on. When you turn 18, or when you literally leave the nest, you feel a breath of fresh air. The rules are lifted from you and you can finally decide what you do with your life, your time, your hair, your taste in men. You feel a big sense of relief, you are finally allowed every choice you want to make. Ain't nobody stopping you, Freddie Mercury would say. The Beastie boys would paraphrase it as:

"Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag"

Now when you are a grown-up or 'adult' as they call it, you feel the weight of always having to decide. You would love for someone to decide what you are cooking tonight, because you have lost inspiration. You would love for someone to state you should go to bed,  because you always stay up to late and you cherish the moment you can tell someone you can't help them, because your hands are tied. Decisions can be pretty tiresome. And scary! Let's not forget that.

You could do a Pro (+) and Con (-) list, or buy a magic 8 ball that tells you 'Yes' or 'No'. Date him or kill him? Go on a diet or surrender yourself to a lost cause? Stick with your job or find a new one? Invest all your time in one thing or pick another? Go to South America or a trip to Australia? Buy a place to live or invest in a business? Maybe we could just all flip a coin? Wouldn't that be easier? 

Or maybe, just maybe we should do as Jessica in Twilight says and take the risks of making mistakes over and over again until we know we are right? 

“When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like, Astronaut, President or in my case, a Princess. When we were ten, they asked again.  We answered rock star, cowboy or in my case, a gold medalist. But now that we’ve grown up, they wanted a serious answer. Well, how about this - who the hell knows? This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions, this is the time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere. Fall in love – a lot. Major in Philosophy because there is no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind and change it again because nothing’s permanent. So make as many mistakes as you can. That way someday when they asked what we wanna be, we won’t have to guess – we’ll know.” 

#Passionatelycurious

Lovies,
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Evy

My name is Evy and if you really knew me, you would know that...

My name is Evy and if you really knew me, you would know that...

How sweet life can be

How sweet life can be