In the past, the walls were white and my clothing was conservative and conventional. My life and its destiny were already traced out. It was as if my story was already written and all that was left to do was to go through the motions. Suddenly, my inner self became disturbed and it cried out so loudly that I just had to wait and listen…listen to my self because we live life first and foremost in order to love ourselves, to choose to be ourselves, and to grow. At this moment, I started following the path of self-discovery. I discovered facets of my self that I had no idea even existed. Unknown talents, skills, and strengths that lay dormant in me until this moment, finally manifested themselves. My relationship with myself changed in tandem with my relationships with my environment and those who surrounded me.
Following many life choices, some so challenging that only my faith saw me through them, my self-confidence grew and developed. This led to the strength and joy of expressing who I am. Now, the walls are my color. I surround myself with things that conjure up positive emotions, interests, and happy memories. I dare to express myself and I let others discover the real me. I design my space in order to constantly move forward on this path that I have taken and chosen. Therefore, I experience on a daily basis, the marvelous possibility of living.