The first time…

2015 is filled with ‘first time’ experiences. Actually… not really.

2015 is filled with ‘first time’ experiences.
Actually… not really. As I used to do this all my childhood.
I would pack suitcases. Never too many keys and bags in my hands, so that I swiped the floor with them…
Travel to places I didn’t know, the world was waiting for me to discover the world whose map I dotted with pins…
Set up my imaginary shop, with some amazing things from exotic places, stuff I would bring from faraway…
Serve the people and know what they need… yes, some things seem not to change…
Wear clothes in all colours…bless the 70ies…
And here I am today…

I just received the first affiliate offer, the first retreat proposal, the first shop sale proposal and planning my first workshop in Copenhagen…
I am selling exotic beauties, I am wearing all colours at the same time and understood that travelling is my heart’s passion, serving my soul’s purpose.
It feels a bit like the very first kiss… lifting you up in a new space, knowing that you are in a zone of not knowing, but feeling, inviting you to point your lips for more, and you start to understand that outside is a whole universe of possibilities.
And I understood, that it’s some kind of ‘first time’, but even more as if I always knew how to kiss…
When was the last time YOU did something for the very first time?

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