THE COOKIE JAR
We were in Australia, the Olympics were happening, clubbing everywhere around town was our way of life. Back then. It was my first time of being completely free of restrictions. Living with three girls on the other side of the world, enjoying every minute of it. And today I remembered why I count that as one of the best times of my existence. For some curious ironic reason you only realise when you actually have some point of comparison and I guess it is fortunate that now, after sorting out many many things, I know - I was myself back then, I was doing what I wanted, what I chose to do, what I loved. The freedom of being who you are, just like that. Dancing moves me, literally, inside and out, so when we went clubbing I truly felt free to - let myself go, to feel that beat as if it were my own. And to go with the flow, which in my case involved a cheeky smile and a weakness for that which is just ever so slightly forbidden under normal circumstances. As if you were reaching for the cookie jar on that high cupboard that your mum forbid you to touch. There's nothing that makes your curiosity soar more than not being supposed to do something. Well, it just so happens that I have grown since then and guess what. I do not have to reach that far for those cookies anymore. Nor do I feel bad for doing so, although I am well aware that they might not be too healthy. But I am free again. To be who I want. So, am I back, then? ;)