A huge thanks to all of you for the greetings, your wishes really mean a lot to me
But with each birthday, I ask myself more and more who I really am…
I'm still a little, weird girl from a small town who doesn't stop believing in her dreams. Also in those whom didn’t come true
I remember making my first tattoo on my 16th birthday, I soon pierced a hole in my lip. Oh yeah, I also had a shaved head and a boyfriend musician, a hooligan on a bike. So much courage and confidence, protest inside of me. And you know, I'm proud of myself, I'm proud of what I've grown up, what I've achieved, what kind of son I've raised, how many swamps have emerged. But I can't forgive one cowardice. When I climbed the Līvāni Culture House stage at the age of 14, I sang and anxiously forgot my words - I felt inside that this moment was very important to me and I was embracing it. From then on, I was afraid not only to sing, but also to speak in front of people. How easily we give up in a moment!
Years go by and I realize that this dream is sitting unfulfilled inside me. I know I haven't developed my voice, I know I have to work hard. But maybe it's worth a try before it's too late
Help me fulfill my dream