Today I woke up and felt like a different woman - a woman who lives within me, but only manifests herself when the time is right, when her presence is deemed necessary as a consequence of recent events.

A woman who, upon waking in a city she still feels somewhat lost in, thinks "I could be anywhere and I'd still rock the place" instead of "Fuck, I live in Berlin". A woman who finds strength when it seems that there is none left. A woman who accomplishes more in a week than she normally would in months, due to her heightened sense of awareness, which leads to even more motivation and determination than usual. A woman who is willing to forgive but not forget, which sadly is the key to moving on. A woman who recharges her batteries over tea and a chat with friends, rather than ten beers and a spliff. A woman who looks in the mirror and thinks "Damn, I am hot" rather than "Maybe I should cut out the cake" - in fact, a woman who wants her cake and eats it too. A woman who thinks "Nothing can nor will destroy me" and believes it; a woman who is fearless.

And the best part is that she's me. It doesn't feel good when you realise that you have to buckle up and brace yourself for the shitstorm that's coming, but I'm a pretty great fighter. I have a lot of (very precocious) experience (which I love and hate in equal measure) and I'm willing to take on more. It'll just make me an even stronger person.

So if you're feeling a bit low, find your balls and use them. You can do it. I believe in you. You'll be just fine.

Love,

Mon xx