“Kristina what’s the one thing in your life that you dreamed
of that you haven’t achieved yet?”
(Yes, I call myself Kristina when I want to knock some sense
into my messed up mind. Also that’s what my mom calls me when I’ve done something
wrong when I was a kid.)
“Just one thing? Really? Can I have at least ten?”
“No, just one Kristina.”
“But, I have so many….”
“Shush! Seriously, just think of one.”
“Ok, ok. Fine! Honestly, I’m nearing 30 and I have no
investments more than a hundred grand. I buy gadgets and clothes, yes. But can
you really call those long term investments? Of course not. Also I haven’t quite
figured out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I’m really a big ball
of beautiful mess.”
“You’ve got quite and introduction there. Just get to the
point already.”
“Why are you in a hurry? Anyway, I think the one thing that I
haven’t achieved yet is getting my father to be proud of me. I’ve lived my
whole life doing things that I thought he would be proud of, but it never
happened. So I just stopped.”
“Stopped? How?”
“When I said stopped, I didn’t mean that I stopped doing
things. What I meant is I stopped doing things for the sole reason of making my
father proud. I still do a lot of things now, but I do it because I want to be
proud of myself and also because it makes me happy. I stopped doing things for
the wrong reasons. Got it?”
“Yes, got it. Gosh, it’s the first entry for your series and
it’s really serious. No wonder nobody reads your blog.”
“Ouch, that hurts. But really, I don’t care if nobody reads
this blog. I made this for me, not for anyone else.”
“Attagirl. Till our next conversation.”
