5 Brazilian songs every “gringo” needs

Throughout my many years of role playing, internet addiction and Tumblr presence (my little virtual baby is turning five on April!), I’ve met tons of people – some great, life changing people, some not so great – from all over the world. And every time I asked about their knowledge on Brazilian music, the majority of them didn’t know a thing about this vast, beautiful part of our culture, and the rest mentioned samba and whatever they thought was the music we danced to on Carnival. It is still samba, by the way, just a more specific kind.


While I am happy none of them ever mentioned the disaster that was “Oh If I Catch You” ( I refuse to link it here, I’m sorry), it saddened me that people in my generation across the hemispheres knew nothing about our music. Maybe if they asked their parents and grandparents they’d mention – of course – Carmen Miranda, the “bossa nova” or even Sérgio Mendes. I mean, he sang with Black Eyed Peas, you guys – shame on you for now remembering this old, talented man and his piano!

So, as someone who feeds on music, I thought I’d share with you all five of my all time favorite songs. Some were released way before I was born, most of them actually, but what matters is their diversity and the representation of though times us Brazilians went through and won, using music as a way of staying strong and alive. We are such a musical country, we sing as we speak, and it felt important to me that you all knew even a tiny little bit of what music is to us and to me in special. Let’s get to it!

1) Anunciação, by Alceu Valença.

Ok, Alceu Valença is a freaking genius. If you’re on Spotify, go look for him because they have basically all of his albums and they are all amazing. He goes from the slowest, sweetest songs, to hardcore “forró” and strong northeastern roots in his works. My mom and dad are huge fans and I used to listen to him when I was a baby – and then I grew up and the beauty that is Spotify brought him back. “Anunciação” is my favorite song from him – along with another one called “Ciranda da Aliança” – and it is such a beautiful, heart-warming song. It was originally released in 1983, in his album called Anjo Avesso. If you have a chance go look for the lyrics translation, you won’t regret it. Here I link to you one of my favorite versions of it, one filmed during a special presentation Alceu did with the Ouro Preto Orchestra, and the public singing along gives me goosebumps!

2) Apesar de Você, by Chico Buarque.

Chico Buarque was one of the biggest voices to protest against the dictatorship we went through from 1964 to 1984. Yes, Brazil lived through twenty years of oppressive regime. Chico wrote “Apesar de Você” in 1970 after being exiled for a year from Brazil due to his acting in protests against the regime. Many of our artists were exiled during that period, MANY. And the government had an institution that merely served the purpose of censoring every single artistic and journalist production and making sure none of it spoke ill of the military ruling. “Apesar de Você”, a song about resisting the shackles of the regime and fighting through the lack of freedom, was censored and for years it couldn’t be played anywhere. Anywhere. It was then released in 1978 and remains to this very day as one of the biggest symbols of resistance we had in those twenty dark years of our history. Here is my favorite version:

PS: The first concert my parents attended together was a music festival where Chico was the main artist. It may have been a little bit illegal. Such rebels, my makers. ❤

3) Mortal Loucura, by José Miguel Wisnik and Caetano Veloso.

Caetano is unarguably one of the biggest artists we’ve ever had and still have. Promise me you’ll go straight to his page on Spotify after listening to this song, please! He was part of many movements against the military regime and also part of that list of exiled artists, along with his  buddy Gilberto Gil (another genius, I might add). In 2005 he joined Wisnik to compose one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. Wisnik is a musician and retired professor of the Literature department at USP, my uni, and once I had the pleasure of watching one of his lectures. I remember he was talking about music and literature in 1930s here in Brazil and at a certain point he began humming a lovely song written by Heitor Villa-Lobos, one of our most prized conductors and composers. I can safely say that was one of the purest, most genuine and sweet moments I have ever had the pleasure to watch before my eyes. The whole room broke in applause and whistles and cheers and I was (of course) in tears. Here is the original version of the song, but this is my favorite:

PS¹: Maria Bethânia, another magnificent voice we have here, has her own rendition of the song and it is also breath-taking. Check it out.

4) Ai que Saudade D’ocê, by Geraldo Azevedo.

Ok, this song gets me dancing immediately. It is one of the many songs on my “Mom” playlist – meaning, one of the many songs we like to dance to together in the middle of the living room. Geraldo has such a lovely voice and great lyrics is it hard not to fall in love with all of his work. “Ai que Saudade D’ocê” not only gets you moving, but it is also a sweet song about missing the one you love and trying to send them all your love from a distance. It has my very favorite world in the the Portuguese language, saudade and it was first released in 1984, nine years before I was born. I hope you’re all dancing to it right now as you read this.

5) Preta Pretinha, by Novos Baianos.

This song is simply delicious. Included twice in the second album of the “Novos Baianos”, “Preta Pretinha” is one of those songs that instantly calms you down. It was written by two members of the group, Moraes Moreira and Luis Galvão and released in 1972, also during the military regime. That period was the most fruitful for our music, every artist find their way to protest the constant oppression the country was under. The entire “Acabou Chorare” album is like a soft touch, the hug of a dearest friend during tough times. This song is not even the one with the deepest lyrics, but it is still my favorite. Another one that reminds me of my mom for we used to sing it in the car together. I hope it will make you smile as quickly as it makes me. There you have it, the original 6:37 minutes version:



  • Dia Branco, by Geraldo Azevedo.

Why isn’t on the list?, you may ask. Well, for the simple reason that: this song makes me cry every single time I listen to it. Doesn’t matter the version, or where I am, if I got headphones and I’m on the comute to work or alone, cooking in my kitchen. I cry. It is the only one I didn’t listen to while writing this post. To me, it is a song about love, commitment to those you cherish and sticking together through thick and thin. It reminds me of my grandfather Antonio, the most loyal human being to ever walk this planet. It’s been seven years since I’ve lost him and he is still with me every day. So yeah, this song is highly emotional for me, and it is worth the 4 minutes, I promise. It was released in 1996, when I was only three years old and still had my grandpa around.


There you have it, my all time favorite Brazilian songs. If you have the time please go and read a bit more about each of these artists, listen to all of their work and add the songs to your playlist. There is so much more to our culture than these five songs and respective artists. There is so much more to us than just samba. Don’t get me wrong, we LOVE samba. And it is really, really good! But we are so much more than that and I wanted to share with you all a part of my country that means a great deal to me.

Go dance now, go cry like I did, whatever ritual you have when listening to music, ok? For it is one of the most complete ways of expressing ourselves. Humans are freaky creatures, but sometimes we create marvelous things, don’t we?



Bookworming – Jan./Feb. 2k17

Before I begin this post properly I’d like to tell you all a fun little story.

As you all know from my previous posts (and my About page, and Instagram account, and my Twitter – and probably my Pinterest boards as well), I am an avid writer and reader. For that matter, most of the time when I start writing a new story, be it a short story, a novel, fanfiction – hmmm – or whatever I feel like writing, there’s also one of my characters who ends up being a book worm, and consequently owning a book store. Yes, maybe it is my hidden dream to one day own my little second hand book shop with a café in the back, but that’s not the point right now, let’s focus on me being a book worm since I was a kid.

At one time last year I wrote a character named Athena Cheshire, a faerie with feline shapeshifting abilities and very much in love with a man with two natures: a Viking man, and a demon. Athena is to this day one of my favorite characters to write and as I was going through a very rough period with my reading habits, Tea – as I call my child – helped me fire up an old flame as I decided to make her the owner of a book shop – Hardcover Madness.

See where I’m getting at?

I will admit I have no idea where I’m going with this blog yet but one thing I know – if I write today it is because of how much I’ve read since I first learned how to and my parents bought me a “Turma da Mônica” comic book. Which, by the way, is the best thing ever and I pity all you people who were born outside Brazil and never got the chance to read it. So one thing I will be doing here is sharing my monthly readings with you all. It’s both a way to spread more and more culture, and keep up with my own habit that has been damaged in the past five years (college is a bitch).

So let’s get to my January/February list!


Since it’s already the end of the month and I’ve read three whole books already (I’ll be making proper reviews soon enough), I decided to do both months at once. Here we go:

1) The Girl On the Train, by Paula Hawkins.

That was my first book this year and it was also the first on a long list Antonia, one of my best friends, and I made together. If you haven’t heard of the book you most definitely heard of the movie and as someone who did the other way around I plead: READ THE BOOK FIRST. I know, this is a rule, and I broke it, so don’t do as I did. Everything will be a lot more surprising to you and more philosophical as well. But don’t skip the movie! Emily Blunt is a freaking genius in her acting and there’s no such thing as enough Luke Evans in one’s life. Go check the trailer here!

2) Under the Knife, by Tess Gerritsen.

If you have read anything else by her, any of the Rizzoli & Isles books, I will tell you right now to never touch this book. Don’t do it, ignore its existence. If you haven’t read anything by Tess, maybe go for it without any big expectations and then move on to the more recent ones to surprise yourself and fall in love. If you’re a fan of police novels with a romantic twist – which I am not – also go for it, the ending is rather surprising after all. Bad book or not, Tess is still one of my favorite authors and Stephen King loves her, so gotta respect the Titan.

3) A Bad Beginning, by Lemony Snicket.

Aka the first book of the Series of Unfortunate Events. It’s my second time reading it and if you haven’t read them, any of them, please do. Those books are masterpieces in a roll, work of art in its finest and do not make the mistake of deeming them as children’s books. They’re not. Go read them all, watch the movie and yes, watch the Netflix version as well. Jim Carrey was the true Count Olaf, but the show captures the essence of the books beautifully. Plus I absolutely love Patrick Warburton’s voice. And his existence.

Now for the ones I either reading or haven’t read yet:

4) Warcraft, by Christie Golden.

The novelization of the movie’s script. I will admit I’m not a WOW player, never even tried it, but I will also admit I have a very healthy passion for Travis Fimmel. Meaning: when I saw his face on a poster, I freaked out and watched the movie twice in the movies and about four times at home. According to my brother (shoutout, you nerd) the book and movie tell the stories of the first version of the game, before the entire war between humans and orcs started, how it began and the truth behind it. I pretty much enjoyed the movie, Travis aside, and so far read about twenty percent of the book: very well adapted and the description of the character’s expressions is superb. Anduin even twitches like Travis Does.

5) The Sword of Summer (Magnus Chase and Gods of Argard, #1), by Rick Riordan.

The first book of another series the mythology bae Rick Riordan has ventured himself with. I swear to God, this man reads my thoughts and after making my teenage self explode with love for Percy Jackson and his underwater-breathing father, he gives me a child that is Viking to the bone. Nine percent read, I’m not sure I’m truly enjoying it, but it feels like Magnus is a mixture of all of Ragnar Lothbrok’s sons in one kid. An extra side of Hvirtsek. If you like Norse mythology and teenagers getting beat up by fire giants and wolves, go ahead, my friend. Ignore Magnus and his “Harry on the fifth book” attitude and you’ll be fine.

6) The Mist of Avalon, by Marion Zimmer Bradley.

To add in to all the fantastic atmosphere, I’ve added this HUGE book to the list and I’m keeping it as the last for the bimestral period, but might add some more. I’m going to a very important spiritual phase, been reading a lot on witches and molding some personal projects around their history so starting this book will mean a lot to me. I’ve been meaning to read it since forever, my mom has always spoke highly of it, the movie is splendid and I got high expectations for it so it better be as good as people say it is! If you haven’t watched the movie, go do it right now!

And that’s it for the next month! I do have a feeling I’ll be reading some more and I’ll add it in on the next post along with my March list. Make sure you go check them out, read them all, watch movie or television versions if they exist and please let me know your opinion on the comment section bellow!

Don’t forget to leave me some suggestions as well, I’ll be gladly adding them to the future lists!



PS: Athena lives happily in her bookshop, trotting around town in her cat form and hissing at anyone who approaches her Viking demon. Faes are tricky creatures, let me tell you..


On the edge of 2k17.

Brace yourselves, kids. This’s gon be a loooong one!

A few years back, when I was not so gracefully going through my teens, I had this firm belief that making New Year’s resolutions would be the one thing that would change my entire next year. But, as every decent teenager, I also firmly believed that writing those wishes down and that alone would be enough to change my view on life, my habits, and magically turn me from random weird Reggae creep 14 years old Jules into super successful (and skinny) awarded fiction writer Juliana Sergio.

I’d list up the most absurd resolutions ever – mind you, for a 14 yo living in a coastal town in Brazil, saying one of your New Year’s resolution is losing 40kg in six months and marrying Chris Evans on your birthday, yes, there were things I’d call absurd and unreachable without undermining myself and my power of will. Losing weight was ALWAYS on my lists and for the most unhealthy and stupid reasons, such as “I bump onto my classmates’ pencil holders with my ass when I walk between desks”. Finding a husband was there too ninety percent of the time. Again, I was fourteen! Go figure, right? (*glaring at you, sexist, patriarcal society*). Seeing that I never, ever, seemed able to conquer any of those resolutions at the end of the year, with time I dropped the lists altogether. Wanna know why?

Because I thought I was the problem. I wasn’t doing enough, I was useless, and that my “friends” were always better and deserved more than me. See, I don’t know about you guys, but to 23 yo me that sounds (sorry Mom, I’m about to curse) FUCKED UP AS SHIT!

We will obviously – with time – go back to that part of the matter, to my self-esteem issues and to society breaking girls in half from the day they are born. But the main point of this post now is to say: I am back on the resolution business! With a twist, because I refuse to call them ‘resolutions’ as if they are the answers to the problems of the world. I’m calling them…

Check my ‘medium sized’ planner. Seriously, my favorite thing ever.


‘Goals’ because there is something about the term that says: It is up to you to get up and off your ass and go fight for them so DO IT! JUST DO IT! Shia Labeouf knows his stuff, you guys, I’m telling you. And this time marrying Chris Evans will stay in my before bed daydreaming routine, ok? If it happens, it happens. So here we go:


To everyone and everything that does me no good, but mostly to myself. I am one for constantly patting myself in the head like ‘poor you, give yourself a break’, but there is a huge difference between not being so hard on yourself and being too soft. I am the one who should be telling myself to stop at some moments, to walk away from toxic people and situations and mostly, to quit making bad decisions that will only hurt me and telling myself ‘just this once’. NO, Juliana, NO.


This is so simple, so easy to be introduced in our daily routines yet we all forget to do it. And here I’m talking about doing whatever you feel like it’s right for you, like praying, lighting candles to your guardian angel, calling your mom every night and saying thank you or active say thank you whenever someone does something for you. And also not taking things for granted because let me tell you, faith gives but it takes away just as quickly. There’s nothing more frustrating and beating that coexisting with ungrateful people that can’t see your efforts in anything. My second goal is to not be that person anymore, and I start by recognizing that yes, I was.


And by that I do not mean self-conscious, at least not in a depreciating way. But just… being aware of how I treat people and myself, how I deal with situations, how I react to what people say to me. My best friend told me once I was one of those people that gets angry when she asks you for an opinion and you do not say what she wanted to hear. I do not want to be like that! So I’m making an effort to notice when I’m leaning towards that behavior so I can take a step back, breath and be better, to others and to myself.


You guys, I am way too young to struggle with debt, especially considering I went to public uni and didn’t spend a dime on my first degree. Yet I do. 2k17 will be the year that I change that. I’m going to write down my expenses, save up as much money as I can, try and get side jobs to complement my monthly income. I’ve been cooking since I moved in to my apartment, making my own snacks and bringing food to work, so that already helps. I’ll see stuff I don’t use anymore and that can’t be donated. And luckily in a few months I’ll get to reach goal 4.1 which is:

  • 4.1 – GOING TO SAN DIEGO COMIC CON. Watch out, Chris Evans, watch out…


I want to learn how to sew and customize my own clothes. I desperately need to up my lettering and calligraphy game. And it would help me on my saving money project to learn a few more homemade beauty treatments. As much as I love spending hours at Sephora and walking out with a full face of makeup, my wallet cringes at the thought. All of these will help me professionally and personally. New hobbies are good and necessary for your mental health.


If skinny comes along, well, great. But the main focus here is being able to take long walks with my friends or go dancing and not be spitting my tongue out and feeling my lungs burn after ten minutes. It is ending knee and back pain. It means sleeping better, not feeling tired all the time and actually feeling excited about trying new activities, instead of deadly scared. I’m too young to be spending what I do in meds.

And last but not least:


But, Jules, that’s not so easy! No, it’s not. But choosing to be unhappy and staying in situations that make me suffer won’t help me either. 2016 was a hard, long year on me and this time I want to do what makes me happy, spend time with people that make me feel good about myself, travel, have fun! Happiness is a state of mind, you know? It’s not something you have, it’s something you feel.

See? Full list without anything that sounds impossible, absurd or miraculous. I’m trying to show myself that it’s not about the things you get or how much money you make or if you get a husband or not. Or about you comparing your goals to other people’s! Maybe my best friend and her boyfriend have it on their list to get married. Maybe my brother has it on his to pass on his subjects with straight As. Maybe Amelia has a mental kitty list that says ‘eat more salmon cat food’ and ‘steal my mom’s ham more quietly’. Who knows? These are my goals and they are not better or more important than anyone else’s, they’re simply mine.

The main goal is to survive another year, which is a thought that always makes me cry after the clocks strike midnight on a new cycle.

And if you’re my friend and we end up spending the 2018 New Year’s Eve together, be advised I will be blasting Elton John’s “I’m still standing” at the top of my lungs when the year ends!

Tell me about your goals, ok? I want to know how 2k17 is looking on everyone’s POV. And if you’re planning on going to SDCC, bruh, you got a friend in me. *wink*









Of cats, baes and 2k16


2016 has finally ended and while it’s been a rough year on – I’m sure – all of us, I couldn’t start a new year with an old, petty tradition: focusing on all the bad shit that happened in the past and ignoring how many good things actually happened. While a tough year economically, historically and generally speaking, great things happened in my life that I figured were worth a list and appreciation.

For starters, I adopted Amelia. If you do not know yet who Amelia is, Houston, we have a problem. Amelia is a beautiful, adorable and sometimes possessed by the devil lilac Siamese (that resembles immensely a raccoon) that has changed my life. I’ll tell you right now, you guys, if you don’t have a pet yet please add it to your 2017 resolutions. Adopting Amelia was the best decision I’ve ever made – even if she was truly a Christmas present and at first I didn’t have much of a choice – and it has helped me in many, many ways. She has helped my sleeping patterns, my depression, my sense of responsibility and, believe me, has done a great deal of help in my Binge Eating Disorder treatment.

Here she is, drunk in love with her mom. Aka me.

Speaking of…

2016 has been a big year in my treatment. I am here speaking openly about a subject that haunted me for over three years before I could even realize I had a problem, and that continue to follow me. And it is three years later into therapy, meditation, a kitty and never ever resorting to any sorts of medication that I can say out loud (or in writing, this is very confusing sometimes) that I am a BED in recovery. Please take note that this is not, in any way, me telling you to refuse medication! Different treatments work for different people, and as a very spiritualistic pagan raised with the most natural and homeopathic  means, I chose from the start to stay clear of meds. I resorted to yoga, reading, meditating and yes, adopting Amelia. My treatment has maybe taken a lot longer than other would, I am still in recovery and every single day is a battle but I can proudly say that 2016 was a year of very, VERY few heavy binging episodes.

But we’ll return to the subject in a much recent future. Now for the past…

I took advanced, grad school classes this year as well and read the most amazingly interesting letters for my Rhetoric class. I got a new job, one that I love dearly and that has taught me so much about people, about respecting the diverse kinds of intelligence those around you can have, about the struggling, long process that is writing, proofreading and publishing a book.

I got into my second uni! That was absolutely wild! Five years later I decided to try it a second time, different place, different major. Different people – oh so different people! And that I can honestly say was the second (after Amelia, of course) best part of my year. I’ve met so many new people, coming from all possible upbringings, places, social classes and cultural beliefs. I’ve learned to give people the benefit of the doubt, to listen to them and know that each and every person you cross paths with throughout life has something new to bring you and teach you to make you a better human being.

My best friends now are a freakishly tall girl with the most beautiful eyes one could ever see and a heart as big as the sun; a tiny little thing with the smile of a Disney princess and a sweetness and kindness inside her that you don’t see in anyone these days; a boy I used to hate with a passion and that has showed me how people can be distinct and complement each other’s hearts; a crazy chic with bright colored hair that has been through a lot and still keeps on going; a girl with the most badass Instagram account you’ll ever see and the vastest knowledge in this planet; and many, many more beautiful people that a simple decision has brought back into my life.

Some of my new baes Preta, Let, Erica, Tony and Duda. (Plácido is not in the picture because he’s an ass and runs from cameras.)

2016 was a fucked up year but it brought me hardcore badasses for friends, people who’ve been to hell and back and are still standing and that show me every single day that such thing is beyond feasible; is it vital! Yes, 2016 took David Bowie away from us. And Alan Rickman, and George Michael, Carrie Fisher, Umberto Eco and the list goes on and on and on… But I truly believe that each person that goes, if their mission is accomplished, they leave a spark behind ready to ignite where something beautiful can happen. These girls up here, the boys, the goats (there are goes, trust me) and even teachers who has no sense of self preservation (*winks* at all JORPA1m class) were my ‘something good’ amidst all the losses that came with 2016.

Last, but not IN THE SLIGHTEST least: I graduated college. Yes, my friends, five years of pure divine probation ended. This is another subject that could take up a whole post (maybe a series of posts) but what’s important now is that I survived something really, intensely hard for me, something that has messed up my life and changed who I am in so many ways, good and bad. That was what 2016 was for me, a year of survival. Of learning new limits of mine, finding strength where I least expected and standing tall through all the difficulties these 365 days brought me in a frequency that is unbelievable.

Okay, Jules, so what does all this ranting mean?

It means it is possible for good things to come out of the hardest situations. It is possible to keep on going even when your legs, your head and your heart hurts. It is possible to fight and conquer an eating disorder that has fucked up my health so much. It is possible to find solace and companionship in the tiniest, furriest creatures. A lot can happen in a year and yes, most of it can be bad. But if you still choose to wake up the next day with a smile on your face, you’ll find beauty and laughter in the most unimaginable of places.

Talking about my disorder is not easy for me. Seeing the best in people was not something regular on my life. And finishing something I had started, oh… That simply did not happen. Yet this year I managed to do all of those. Crazy, huh?

Bear with me here, buddy. I’m sure together we’ll have twice a bigger list to share with each other by the end of 2017!

Bye, Felicia!

It’s been twenty days since my first post.
I started two post during these past few days, two I couldn’t finish for the life of me. But after two weeks of fighting what I first thought was tonsillitis, then turned out to be measles and now we’re thinking it’s dengue fever I realized that the true reason why I couldn’t finish those first two posts was not the lack of time or me being too sick and tired to come up with anything. It was fear.
I’ve started maybe ten blogs since I was fourteen. First ones were directed to my fictional production at the time, poems, tales and such. Then I had journal blogs, book review blogs, blogs about every single thing I have ever considered a hobbie or an interest of mine and none of them – I repeat, none – went past ten or fifteen posts. Most of them were never advertised, none of friends or family members ever heard of them. Some were collabs with friends, some I had the courage to tell people about, but at the end they’d all die and not even slowly. They just died.
And looking at all that now I realize it was all because of fear. I’ve been an anxious person since I can remember, and always deadly scared. Not only of clowns or heights, but of everything. I was scared of making people upset, of failing grades, of not finishing books I started writing but also not liking the books so I’d drop them in half. I quit ballet because I was afraid of being bullied (because of my weight, which will most definitely be the subject of future entries); I quiet taekwondo because I was afraid of getting hurt. I was always afraid of showing people my writing because I was scared of not being good enough. Or even worse, I was scared of being too good, raising their expectations and later not living up to them. I am always scared. And this fear had led me absolutely nowhere in my life.
Looking back now ever single thing I have ever conquered in life was during a small, brief moment of complete carelessness, recklessness. And the things I either regret or know were not the best choices are the ones I know I chose when afraid of something. I’m months away from graduating my first college, a place I now hate and that has changed my life in so many ways (most of them not really that good) and that I chose to be in because I was afraid of moving too far from my family, picking a place that could maybe possibly be not that good for my future CV, moving to a country town and never finding a job. I moved away from my mother’s house, from a city I loved, to a stressful and crazy place just because I was afraid to admit that maybe I didn’t want that life at the time. I know speaking like that it makes it sound like I’ve only made bad choices in life and I am now one hundred percent unhappy and I swear that is not the case. But I can see now the long list of things I did out of fear and they are worse than the ones I didn’t do for the same reason. And I am so tired of it.
Fears had gotten me nowhere but places I didn’t want to be. It has done nothing but deprive me of amazing opportunities, great friends. It has gotten me to the point where I weight over two hundred pounds, take more meds than my eighty-five years old grandma and with a terrible sense that I am watching my life happen in front of my eyes without the courage to step in and say ‘hey, you are mine, stop rolling without me’. So I say – pardon my French – enough of that shit. This post is me saying enough! Enough of letting fear take over our lives and our will! Enough of allowing our brains to trick us into not doing something or even doing it because it manipulates us into being afraid! Let us use fear as a healthy defense mechanism, not as a crutch on which we support the weight of our cowardness.
May this second entry be number two out thousand more to come. And hey, you, fear?
Bye, Felicia!