You see, when life throws lemons at you, you learn to make lemonade, or so they say. In my particular case, life threw watermelons at me and the only thing I could do was try to catch them and maybe do something with them. 

It all started a year and a half ago when my grandma passed away. Looking back, I can see how bad I handled those days after her passing. All the free time I had was used in nothing. Before I would complain about the lack of time I had to do basic tasks and once I had it, I didn't want to do them anymore more. I became lazy and I trapped myself in that thought for 7 months. 

Then my dad got diagnosed, he needed to go into treatment and seeing the desperation in his eyes made me step in. I took over his job and for the first few months I did nothing with it, there was no point, he was going to come back, or so I thought. Time passed and 6 months turned into a year. 

The day I knew he was going to pass away, months before we got a proper diagnosis, I threw a tantrum, a full on baby tantrum. I didn't want to deal with the responsibilities, or at least not yet. It was the biggest anxiety attack I've had in 4 years or so. I couldn't contain myself and all I could think of was leaving everything behind.

Of course I couldn't, but it was at that time when it clicked. There was no more running away, I had to embrace the responsibilities and hope for the best, my work would speak for itself when time came and I started a new life path, just like that. I had to change in order to adapt to everything that was coming up for me. 

After my father's dead I had three days to pull myself together and see what was up next. I never wanted to run away more, but I promised him I wouldn't and the only thing I could do to honor him was to keep those promises and do what he wanted me to do in this company. 

I signed the contract, got the papers and now all I have to see is if I'm really capable or how I can make it work in my advantage. Because changing is good, right?

Mayte.