Today was fun! I was playing with some cut out of pictures of flowers for Monica's little present (by the way sweetie, if you are reading this, your present will be a little late...) and it was so cool!

Just to be able to create stuff and like it.. be proud looking back at it. Its an amazing feeling. I think sometimes we forget to enjoy the little things in life. We are so engorged in this game called everyday life that we forget to sit back and experinece some proudness...

i'm starting to sound like a broken record...

but what i'm trying to say is that the feeling that i had today should not be something so rare, everyday i am doing something creative, something unique and beautiful (just because i did it!). so where is my pat on the back?

it gets stolen. it gets stolen by all the worries that i go through trying to fit in, trying to erase my individuality, trying to erase the beauty that is me! It is much easier for me to put myself down for not working as hard as the person next to me, or not wearing the cool clothes that she has, or not being as thin, as pretty, as hip as she is...

tricky, innit?

there are times when i wonder, if the way i am, the way million of other people are, comes from the way i was raised, what is the right way to raise a child? how do you shape the life of a new human being so as to make the right decisions? especially knowing how hard it is to rewire everything once messed up?

know the answer? anyone...