i always saw myself as a very free spirit, someone who doesnt really care about other peoples opinions, but today i realized im not as free as i think i am.

im staying with a friend at puerto vallarta, one of the best towns ive ever been to. the people, the music, the culture, the food, everything is so colorfull.

right next to where we live there are tribal dancers. they dance every day at sunrise and sunset. i have been here for three days already and i was dying t dance with them. but a little voice inside kept telling me to sit down, people are watching, you’ll look like an idiot, you cant even dance to that music and so on.

so every night i would go there, and every night i would go home dissapointed for not dancing with them.

you can see some of the people that were dancing, some were so drunk, some were on drugs and the rest just having a good time. i dont smoke or drink and i never felt i needed anything to loosen up. i always did what i wanted. so what happened? have i changed? is it a part of the growing old process?? why do we care so much about what other people think??

i went today again, there were more people cause its a sunday and the music was amazing. this guy came to me and started talking, we talked for maybe 15 minutes, then he asked me if i wanna go for a walk on the beach with him. thats it. thats all i needed. at that moment i said no thanks and started dancing with the band. i had such a good time!!!!! they played tribal music, and african music and even brazilian music!!! i had such a wonderful time. i told them i will be back tomorrow morning i hope i will wake up, i got the bad habbit of waking up late….. i blame david for that.

i actually have plans for tomorrow. rare thing for me to do. wish me luck!!