From September, probably for the first time in my life, I am really happy about my work-situation. I’m doing interesting projects, meeting great people, enjoying myself when I work. I am happy. Busy, stressed, but happy about my work-life.
Today I was in my contemporary dance class, and, for the first time since I dance, the teacher asked me to show the choreography of Monday. I was famous in the past to have the worst memory about choreography. My ex-teachers know it. And today someone trusted in me and everything was fine.
Something is changed. I am changed.
I am happy.