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A new beginning

Today I changed the colour of my blog. Yesterday i changed the style. It was the first time I wrote about something external (e.g. not me) without worrying about who might be bothered by it. The authors talk inspired me to just write and be less worried on who to please or displease, more likely the latter.  For no good reason, as this was not even a topic at the talk.  Because of my work I tend to avoid talking about anything work related, but figured that is probably a bit of an extremist view of what I could actually be doing. Since my very first op ed to the Financial News (which I had hoped would not be the last) got censored, I read and re-read the policy to see the limits of what I can do. 
But then again, I am not really talking about work. I am not really bothering clients or colleagues. I am just writing and most likely no-one is reading. And so if I feel like taking a view, I just might. 
This blog has been a lot about thoughts in life and feelings. Even though there can be an interesting spin to that (I don't curate any past blogs even if I feel I should re-think on publishing some of it). It reflects some ups and some downs but I let it go along. Or I block it for months so I don't write things I "shouldn't".
So maybe if I let it be more mundane I will not be as far away and I will mix the thoughts with the events, the comments with the opinions, the facts with the dreams. Still, there may be no-one reading but I can live with it. And I can feel the topics bursting in my head! 

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Antonio Faria said…
Some one is reading. Probably a lot of people are reading. All the best, Sara

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