82 days until I turn 30, so what now?
Dear reader,
It’s never been easy for me to start a project. So no wonder I have been putting off writing this story for over a week. Whether it is my disturbed executive function brought to you by my undiagnosed ADHD (I’ll know in less than a month when I get my results), my unbalanced libra sign scales or my irrefutable perfectionist mindset, the cliché sentence ‘It is what it is!” comes to my rescue in ending my first paragraph.
Because endings have always been more fun. Take it from someone who grew up devouring romantic comedies in a post-communism Romania and finding solace in every single happily ever after. Endings are certain, they present you with the beloved hero at the end of their journey when they have become their best self. It’s the moment after you’ve kissed, after the big performance, after you’ve defeated the villain and more importantly after you know the whole story.
Starting anything is scary. The infinite possibilities have always been paralyzing and with the outcome impossibly far ahead, I decide to limit it. And what better way than using numbers. Maybe that’s why I always liked math in school. I knew the ending or better said, I had a set of rules to get there. The binary aspect of it, either right or wrong, was comforting.
That leads me to my current situation. I have exactly 3.28 € in my bank account and 0 savings, a job I dislike and over 50 motivational letters sent to other companies (definitely hanging in there) but this is not a pity parade. A quick brainstorm already gifted me with 44 ideas to turn into stories. Writing a post each day will not solve all of my life’s challenges. But it is a beginning.
See you on the interwebs, one letter at a time,
Diana
