When I was fifteen years old I used to wear combat boots, a backpack, lots of buttons on my jacket - most of them with messages like "Direct Elections for Brazil", "Democracy now", "Save our rainforest", "Peace in the world", - and, in addition, I used to think I knew everything.
Approaching my forties now, I´m pretty much the same idealistic girl, except that I am certain there are a lot of things I don´t know. And it feels sooo good!
Really, there´ll always be certain grammar rules I´ll never master, certain people I´ll never understand - I´ll just have to love them the way they are-, certain places I´ll never visit, certain information I´ll never get. They dwell in a place I like to call maybeonedaywhoknows. So, I don´t concentrate on them.
Instead, I look around.
And in one of those times I was looking around, I found the Red Room.
I love to read the blog posts, I love to exchange ideas with the other bloggers, to learn about writing and to know more about their books.
I brushed off that teenage know-it-all attitude many years ago (It didn´t last too much, I couldn´t possibily keep up with that as soon as I started working...), and it´s amazing how much I learned since then. Quoting Oscar Wilde : I´m not young enough to know everything.
I´ve been a member since October. And, with the holidays approaching, I´d like to thank Red Room and Red Roomers for becoming a part of my journey, and accepting me in yours.