I am assuming that even accidentally, you have watched at least one episode of “Dora the Explorer” or “Murder she wrote”. I know that now you are trying to guess my age! 🙂 I have already said numerous times that I’m a proud mom of two amazing kids! Anyway, Dora has been one of my favorite animated series for some unknown reason, and Jessika Fletcher my hero but it was not until recently that everything started to make sense.
My very first present was a used typewriter. My Dad knew about my obsession with Jessika Fletcher and the “Murder she wrote” and noticed my talent in writing from a very young age. I must have been around 10 years old when my first book had been written. I was quite close to teenage years, so you can imagine how dark that book was.
It was Christmas, and my Dad came home holding a package full of dirt and dust. The moment he unwrapped the nylon and a typewriter was revealed, felt the happiest moment of my entire childhood! The fact that the typewriter was too old and used or the obvious damaged parts and the rotten iron were meaningless to me. All I could see was a typewriter exactly the same like in the movies, surrounded by a golden shine.
That was one of my biggest moments and thinking of it right now, I am getting goosebumps all over my body and tears are coming to my eyes. I will never forget that moment of happiness. I hugged my Dad – my Hero – so hard that he couldn’t breathe. We were so poor but I had his endless love. Ever since, writing became my passion. Most of those papers are saved until today and very often I am reading them in order to remember who I used to be. Writing along with my huge imagination were my escape from reality. Creating stories with happy families and abandoned from stress just like in the ‘Little House on the Prairie’ was my savior. I even managed to overcome my granny’s death by writing to her, but this is a story I’m about to share with you at another time.
Writing was and still is my passion, along with long discussions about politics, gender equality and poverty. As the years passed by, I kept writing and inevitably it became my hobby. The last few years when I faced death and started changing my whole lifestyle, something was telling me that writing and the obsession I’ve always had with investigation should play an important role in my life. Well, I guess this is what pushed me to become a life coach, trying to support people and fight for justice through my activism and MELISELLI FOUNDATION, my non-profit organization. In addition, one of my greatest accomplishments was becoming a journalist and I’m still learning how to improve my skills.
Isn’t it amazing the way the puzzle completes? It might take some time, but eventually it will hit us and make us realize that we were not born to do the same thing every day until we die. We came in life to learn, to try and do many things. At least this is how it works for me. Maybe I earn less money by being a coach/activist and journalist than being a financial expert, but this makes my heart sing and makes me smile every time I face a hardship. This makes me think: “It’s okay, you will see the rainbow just right the next corner”.
Trust your instinct. Close your eyes and try to remember your childhood. What made you happy then?