I have come a long way in my life. Being born very poor and unwanted, I spent a good part of my childhood and teenage years feeling insecure and worth less than other children. When I realized that most of these feelings were self-inflicted and mostly created in my head, I started my long trip to contentment and lots of happiness. Once I realized that I was the captain of my ship, there wasn’t really anything holding me back, I set goals, manifested, set more goals and created a life that I really love, and I like to share my journey with others because I want people to understand that if I can do it, they can do it too. Success and happiness don’t depend on circumstances, it’s an inside job and we all have the capacity to create a life that we love. This life doesn’t have to be materialistic, some of us love the nice things in life and some of us are just content with what’s there, it’s a personal choice.
My passion in life is traveling, meeting people and learning about other cultures and customs, and twice already I managed to combine my passions with my job. The first time as a tour guide for 11 years when I was young and the second time as an interpreter for a European Association. I speak 6 languages and have travelled to over 100 countries for work and pleasure and taken lots of photographs which I now use as backdrops for my motivational posts on Facebook.
And here’s the thing… I create an inspirational post on my page every day because I love to share my happiness with others, and I believe that the world needs endless positivity. People usually react in a good way to my posts and very often I meet people who tell me that they really enjoy reading my daily contributions to a better world. However, in one of the groups which I joined and posted, I started being judged by various woman. One said that I don’t smile enough, another one said that I am showing off with all the backdrops and when another one said that I sound like a robot, I felt really hurt. What do these women know about me? What gives them the right to judge me like that? I realized that the little insecure girl inside of me still exists, very, very deep inside but it reacted and before I managed to take control, I allowed these women to get to me for a short moment until reason kicked in and I took control.
So, what did I do when I felt judged: