I sometimes don’t know where to start, but here it goes.
3 weeks ago, I was startled by a paralysing feeling, a feeling that my life is moving faster and faster. I am not scared of age, I am scared I won’t have done everything I have wanted to do in life.
For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to write down the story of my life, it sounds rather odd, but I realized long ago, that my Father never told his story. He lived a very private life in so many ways, I would ask him about his childhood, and he would reply with a simple sentence, and then move on to another subject matter.
When I tell people about my life, they always look at me perplexed and confused. It seems odd that someone who grew up in the Diplomatic corps, joins the Diplomatic corps, then leaves to grow her own business.
I have been asked several times, to just put pen to paper and tell my story. So, 3 weeks ago, I started to do just that. Write a book.
I have no idea how long it will be, or how this will turn out, but I hope to share snippets of it here!