Emilie - now as a blogger.

It would be lying, saying that I haven't tried it before. But still - every time feels like first time.
The frst word, the first scentence, the first page. A bit like raising a child, I guess. Watching it take form, watching it getting closer and closer to the complete, without never ever getting there.
Like watching a flower bloom.
And even then, it's nothing. It's nothing like raising a child, it's nothing like a blooming flower, it's nothing - but evolving yourself.
So here I am. Evolving. Into what I don't know, but does it really matter in the end? It's not about the goal - it's about the journey getting there.
So here I am, thinking, breathing, evolving.

Enjoy.