When you make a plan, you have this crazy idea that things will go smoothly. You try to take into account some possible setbacks, but of course, you can’t predict them all. That plan that took you so many hours to make, crushed by one tiny detail and, unfortunately, you’re back to square one.

We wait for things to be perfect to do things like going out for a run or getting pregnant. We think that once the weather is cooler and less windy we’ll run, or once our career is set we’ll have a baby.

Today’s the day you say enough. Enough with the whining, enough with the complaints. Enough.

Although I know that Life is full of uncertainty, that you cannot know for sure what it has in store for you, sometimes I lose myself in my thoughts. Trying to give a meaning to what’s happening in my life and to predict what will happen next.

When you decide to quit your job to travel the world, at first it’s very exciting. You think about the landscapes you’re gonna see or the food you’re gonna taste for the first time of your life.

It’s funny how one bad experience can make you stop doing something.

I never ran alone until last week.

There’s always something to celebrate.

There will always be people trying to tear you down as if you were the worst loser ever. But hey, don’t be mad at them.

I learned to read and write more easily than I speak because I was afraid to talk—I sucked at it, so I would never put myself in a situation where I had to talk.