my story

my story · 18-06-2018
It is now, in my 55th year that I am enjoying the second coming of my autonomous self. My first self, the original, the one that came into being at the event of my birth, got locked away when in 1985 (22 years of age) I moved in with my future-first-ex-husband who admonished me: get a decent job for I will not have you sponge off me. This forced me to become 'a responsible adult'. Paying bills, sacrificing time for money, climbing the corporate ladder became my fulltime occupation. Autonomy...