One of the funniest things about me is that, as soon as I am stressed, under pressure, our of my comfort zone in any way, I tend to think other people see me as a misbehaved teenager.

It does not matter that I am over 40 years old, that I’ve built a solid corporate career spanning for nearly 20 years, that I am a mother of two, or that I have a very substantial mortgage. Sometimes I still feel like a reckless young adult, irresponsible and naive.

But I was never really irresponsible, though.

I just choose to be, because I did not care much about my own life expectancy, it was inconsequential to live or not more years. Everyone else just thought I did not know what I was doing, but I was fully aware of the risks. I just did not care. And honestly? It was fun. I miss fun.

What I do like is that I can now recognize this feeling for what it is: insecurity and fear creeping in.

You shall not be afraid. Never forget who the f*ck you are.