(Excerpt from what I wrote on the plane heading to Hong Kong for the first time - July 2017)
What will happen to me...? What happened to me?
These past 3 years have been intense. Many concepts deconstructed. And now? Who am I? Competition gave way to collaboration. I feel that money takes me away from my essence. But at the same time I want comfort, to offer experiences for my children, to be able to travel and see the world. I want
to mix, move around different circles and levels. I want to understand and broaden points of view.
I still know very little about life and the world. But I really want to make a difference for a lot of people. One cannot live without including the other. He/She is part of me. His/her pain is my pain. The greater the privilege, the greater the responsibility.
There are many new concepts without a master line. Hence comes the fear. How will I find myself? I don't want to lose what I'm going there to get either. Actively participate in my children's lives and support my husband. Leave my values in their hearts. Do my part.
How not to belittle myself? There are so many people out there.
I want wings to fly…!
