Day 303. Bonding

   I'm a people person. I easily become friends with children, teenagers, adults, elders, animals, plants aaand insects. It comes easily to me because I like spreading love and learning things about the others:) 

   I'm usually a happy person. Yeah, I worry a lot and I tend to suffer very easily. But it's only because I involve with all I am. I don't know differently. But I know that everything happens for a reason as much as I know that meeting this beautiful, particular butterfly was fate. 

   And I learned that bonding makes me happy, that when you give you receive much more than you have given:) So, happy giving:)

Day 274. The wrong people

   Sometimes we give things to the wrong people and it all turns out to be a mess. Because they don't appreciate them and our efforts are in vain. And then we suffer.

   I'm not talking about friends. Friends know how to take things, they know the message beyond the gesture, I'm talking about newbies. People you barely know and you want to bond with. People you grow to care about. 
   Maybe that's our mistake. We don't analyse people before we give. Be it trust, a gift or a secret. 

   So open your eyes and think ahead. It's that simple.

   

Day 183. Like a woman

   Today, for the first time in my life I really felt like a woman. I was no longer a teenager or a student daydreaming about the perfect job. It was the first time really celebrating myself and not just my mother:)

   Working changes people, even though not completely. It can lead you through restless seas and it can even drive you nuts when you see you work for a month and your whole salary goes to paying taxes, invoices and things like those. But in the end you're satisfied that last month you had the money to buy yourself something that will last for a decade:) So it's all worth it.

   Even though feeling like a woman makes you feel powerful, sometimes being one is like being a girl in disguise:) The age and the fact you're working or maybe just wearing a special dress can tell them things are different now. In fact, we're all still in need of affection and protection. That's why we like flowers, guys. Because we bond with them. They're just like us, fragile and beautiful and needing to being taken care of:) You'll never understand this, but I wish you'd just go on trusting our instincts and still bring us flowers every 8th of March:) Because that's how we know you're trying to bond with us too, and what can be cuter than some puppy eyes asking you "Did I buy the right flowers?":)