14/08/2026
Earlier this month I turned #50. Not with a big party or celebration, but a quiet and private one with my son and husband.
In the last 10 years, I had to adapt to major life changes. When I say major, these includes getting married, moving to a new country, become a first time mother while hitting the age of 40. I lost familiar networks, lost my professional status, cultural and language flow, and as if all was not enough to process, I started a business form scratch simultaneously carrying the responsibility of being a new mother, whilst no support system available even for absorbing ordinary daily challenges.
I thought I pulled it all very well. It seemed like I did so. People said I was doing great. From outside, I was a high achiever, productive, . All those photographs, artworks, a great portfolio of work, every sale, every testimonial was a proof for success, was not?
Apperantly that came with a cost I didn’t realise at the time. A quiet . Deep down not being able to give my best, and watching my potential draining day after day, while my identity and confidence being suffocated.
The last 12 months have been an avakening, identifying the subtly accumulated disadvantages and working on how to turn things around. Quiet interesting things are happening on this side now and ready for the next round professionally.
Also, I am still accepting belated wishes.
