Ever since I was a little girapartment ike birds. Theyair free, lightweighted, they're flying and they're singing! I can remember my 6-year-old self thinking like that, and my 26-year-old self today still thinks the same way. I have a thing for freedom and personal space.
If I ever got a tattoo I know exactly what it would be: a small colorful bird.
I love the pattern of birds and I have it in many forms in my house: charms, decor objects, bookmarks, bird pattern clothes, etc.
And in general I love the idea of wings.
Wings=freedom.
I'm flying too.
Or better....I'm running.
There have been times in the past when things got tough, when I started feeling pressed, and I did what came natural to me: run! It's like my breaking point. I remember being in a relationship I wasn't feeling confortable in. So, one day I woke up feeling like an animal inside a cage. I wanted to run. That was the day I ended that relationship.
For a long time I thought that this was in the past, but recently I realized that I'm still a runner. There are moments that I have no air due to some situations and sometimes I run.
Today I woke up ok, in my city apartment, until at some point I started feeling my breathing out of order, feeling like I couldn't stand the walls around me. Hello anxiety attack! Oh, I wanted to run away so bad...!
What helped me was opening the window so I can feel the wind and listen to the birds singing on the trees in front of my apartment. And I breathed.....no, I didn't run, but one of the following days I think I'm going to take a trip again....
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