Monday, June 19, 2017
As a child, I used to love to write.
However, due to the fact that I attended Catholic school, I was not allowed to write what I wanted to write because the nuns did not like what I wrote.
If they asked us to write an essay about the sky, they wanted us to write something like: the sky is blue and pretty, the clouds are white and fluffy.
I would write: as the skies turn into different shades of greys, the thunders get louder and louder as the lightning bolts dance in the sky.
The nuns use to make me read what I wrote in front of the class. They mocked me and made fun of me in front of the whole class because I wrote nonsenses. Because the devil was inside me, making me write dark ugly sentences.
So, I learned to write: the sky is blue and pretty, the clouds are white and fluffy, and I was praised for finally writing as a good girl should.
Never again I wrote what I wanted to write. Never again I put down on paper my thoughts or ideas.
If people were laughing at them, why should I write them?
Nobody likes to be ridiculed, especially at our formative years.
It took me many years to write again. Actually, it took me decades to write again. And some more years, to let somebody see what I wrote.
And now, finally, I am letting the world see what I write.
I already publish “Fulfill your dreams” in English and in Spanish “Realiza tus Sueños”.
I will be publishing “Backpacking my style” soon in English and in a not so distant future (hopefully) in Spanish “Mochileando a mi Manera”.