My secret life
My secret life
April 1, 2018
From that blog I started and closed down again
Today is Sunday. Easter Sunday.
I unexpectedly got the whole afternoon and evening off. I’m a mother of two small kids and their father is a “spontaneous” person, to call it by a positive name. I never know in advance when I’ll have time to myself or when he’ll take them. I’ve learned to live with it and appreciate the moments when they do come.
I drove to Dalt Vila, the old town of Ibiza. I chose a nice breezy corner and flipped open my computer, I ordered a Gin & Tonic and I wrote. I was inspired. I felt happy.
I also do take time outs from my usual life every now and then. I go away, I fly to some of my favorite places. I do some of my favorite things.
It looks like I share a lot of my personal life on social media (particularly Instagram) and I do, some of the things and thoughts of my life. But some other things are sacred to me. They never make it past my mouth. They stay mine. I’ve always been like that. Full of secrets.
If if I were to tell people about my secret life, it wouldn’t be anything special anymore. People would ruin it. My secrets would be public and wouldn’t be mine anymore.
I prefer my life like this. One public life. One private one. I don’t give a damn what people think or gossip about me because in fact, they have absolutely no clue about my secret life. Almost no one does. They can talk. Let them talk. Like they do here on this small island. People are bored. Let them believe what they want to believe. I like it. I like them to believe those things that look like the obvious thing because then they’d never ever imagine my secret life.
I travel. I love. I live. I breathe. I’m happy. In secret.
April 1, 2018
From that blog I started and closed down again
Today is Sunday. Easter Sunday.
I unexpectedly got the whole afternoon and evening off. I’m a mother of two small kids and their father is a “spontaneous” person, to call it by a positive name. I never know in advance when I’ll have time to myself or when he’ll take them. I’ve learned to live with it and appreciate the moments when they do come.
I drove to Dalt Vila, the old town of Ibiza. I chose a nice breezy corner and flipped open my computer, I ordered a Gin & Tonic and I wrote. I was inspired. I felt happy.
I also do take time outs from my usual life every now and then. I go away, I fly to some of my favorite places. I do some of my favorite things.
It looks like I share a lot of my personal life on social media (particularly Instagram) and I do, some of the things and thoughts of my life. But some other things are sacred to me. They never make it past my mouth. They stay mine. I’ve always been like that. Full of secrets.
If if I were to tell people about my secret life, it wouldn’t be anything special anymore. People would ruin it. My secrets would be public and wouldn’t be mine anymore.
I prefer my life like this. One public life. One private one. I don’t give a damn what people think or gossip about me because in fact, they have absolutely no clue about my secret life. Almost no one does. They can talk. Let them talk. Like they do here on this small island. People are bored. Let them believe what they want to believe. I like it. I like them to believe those things that look like the obvious thing because then they’d never ever imagine my secret life.
I travel. I love. I live. I breathe. I’m happy. In secret.
Comments
Post a Comment