Turning Point

As I walked down 6th street, not too far from my doorstep, I opened my purse to reach out my keys.

Our eyes met. A guy, looked at me, even better, stared. I broke the contact, got my keys and took some more steps to get home.

If this were in any other place, any other time, I would be so scared, and I would surrender myself to what would come. The assault, the violence, the feeling of being really vulnerable.  

But this time, I literally just went for my keys. Feeling safe, feeling confident, feeling normal. 

What I used to live, is not a life at all. It is desperation. What I thought was Ok, is actually not acceptable.

This night was a turning point for me. Today, I truly felt like life is exactly what it is supposed to be.