Hi everyone.
In my first post I want to share a reflection.
My 30 crisis began the day of my 25th birthday, five years ago.
From that steamy day, I have had sleepless nights worrying about thousands of horrible ideas.
While I was playing the bass with my band with a beer next to traklist I imagined myself 30 years old working 8 hours at the office.
I remember those days when my friends and i were building an urban garden with pallets working for free. Banks and investments funds where the demon.
The day I moved to that downtown 8 people shared flat, I said to myself that I would not leave it until I had my belly full of children.
Finally, that day has come. I blew out the candles with an arcade of fear and loathing, I looked around and saw all my friends having fun in the most incredible pool-party I would never have thought, my eight roommates asking me for another beer and my ex drummer playing guitar in the porch.
I did not think about the investment fund for which I work in the whole day, cause finally, I have all the weekends off.
I touched my belly full of barbecue meat and delicious octopus and understood what my real nightmare was.