Reinventing yourself

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I have finally decided to start writing five minutes ago. Literally. It’s the first autumn day here in Amsterdam. And when it rains, it rains. I am in one of the cities’ cafes and when looking outside the window there is not much to hope for. Except for a good mint tea. And that’s what I ordered.

My morning did not start as planned. Of course it never does, especially when it rains. And you have to take the metro and park your bike. Had a meeting that went well, but it could have been much, much better. And after these kinds of experiences, one starts to doubt oneself. Which I did.

I came a long way since, well since I took a lottery ticket and left a very comfortable place. Home. And built another home and then another. But how do you succeed when leaving behind friends, family, a successful career and start to building these new homes? Where do you begin? Especially in a time when the world doesn’t seem like a very nice place. You know, natural disasters taking place almost every week, wars going on, politicians too eager for power failing their nations, far wright extremists winning the heart of Europe to name a few.

To be honest, I do not know. I guess you just do and sometimes you stop and wonder “Where am I going?”. Or, like I did this afternoon, “Should I finally start writing about it all? Would I have anything interesting to say?”. That remains to be seen. You’ll be the judge of that. Funny enough, I was asked this morning: “Are you a good writer?”I hesitated. I still have a lot to learn. About writing and about this world. That might help with the reinventing story, as without it we are just sheep. And that’s an exciting news.

Until next time…