I am a stubborn person. I discovered that about myself late in life. I don’t give up. I won’t give up. But this stubbornness comes with a fault: it only concerns important things- or what I consider important. I cannot be stubborn enough to make somebody else change his mind, even if all signs show that it’s all going in the wrong direction. I am not stubborn enough to prove some employer that I am worth his shitty job. I am not stubborn enough to hold on to someone friendship. People have moments when they are… lost. I am not stubborn enough to show them again and again that I am there for them. These are faults.
But, as I said, I am a stubborn person. I was stubborn enough to breastfeed my son in spite of everyone who told me that was impossible/pointless. That I was not able to do that. In spite of my son who did not how to feed himself from my breasts. I applied a simple life rule that seemed to work: suck it or die. He is very much alive and healthy.
I was also stubborn when I left Romania. It seemed impossible at the time-forgive me for not sharing all the details. But I got where I thought I should be. Only and just because I am stubborn.
I must no decide what else I should be stubborn about. End.
