Taking risks

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So, here we are. One more month has passed by and we're still here, reading blogs and writing on blogs and living our lives. And although the first month of the year was absolute crap for me in many different ways, I'm hoping that will change.

I always tell myself to be a bit more risky. I want to tell people what I think and not control what I want to say and swallow it. I want to wear more skirts and dresses. I want to wear tops without a bra on during the summer. I want to get this effing dentist-related situation over so I can feel confident with my smile again. I want to wear red lipstick. I want to feel good in a bikini. I want to just... go. I want to buy things I don't end up buying because I'm shy to wear them in public. I want to laugh at myself whenever something embarrassing happens to me. Albeit I already do that, I want to seem a bit more convincing.

I also want to be more responsible. I'm being irresponsible right now, I should be studying for both tests I'm having this week. Instead I'm here, writing on my blog. Wanting to read my book (I'm reading The Time Traveler's Wife and it's absolutely lovely so far) instead of reading a textbook. I know I should just pick it up and explore the sadness of Stalinism and the Portuguese Dictatorial Regime. I don't want to. And I guess that's enough for me, not wanting to. But I can't be given the luxury of simply not wanting to.

And today I bought The Catcher In The Rye and The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas and I'm forcing myself not to devour them. Stalin, here I come.

Happy February! Tell me what you want to do and the risks you'd like to take. And what you're reading!

- Ana

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