I created this blog so my friends and family back in Finland could follow my life here in Sweden. I haven't really been doing a great job, to be honest.
So... How to sum up the past two years? It's been a hell of ride, I'll tell you that much. So much has happened, I have no idea where to start. So I wont. All I will tell you, is that I'm fine. I'm tired and a bit over-worked, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'm stronger than I ever have before and I'm proud of myself. I'm exhausted, but I'm finally fine.
I've been thinking a lot about labels and acceptance lately. When it comes to people and social situations it's hard not to label someone. And once you've put that label on a person, it's hard to rip it off and put a new one on. And it's not something we control, we automatically do that. Sometimes, it doesn't really matter, other times it can be unfortunate. It could stop you from seeing a person for what or who he/she really is. And ultimately stop you from getting to know that person. It's a shame, 'cause some people are worth getting to know. You might be losing a lifelong friend by sticking a label on his/her forehead. Labels are fine, just as long as you're willing to let it go if they turn out to be something else. Putting people in boxes is easy, taking them out of that box... that's the hard part.
I've been a "victim" of wrongly-labeling (yes, I made it up, it's a word now, okay?). Several times, in fact. It's annoying every time. More than that, it's... almost disrespectful. I absolutely hate being put in the wrong box. It makes me feel like I'm not being seen for who I am. And it's a shame too, 'cause I'm frickin' wonderful. ...If I do say so myself. It makes me sad when others don't see it. It used to make me doubt myself, but I now realize that it's just others being blind. And that is sad.
xx Mitra
