I was lucky. .. to become who I am

The other day,  I was asked to write about me.  To share who I was. 

If you have tried it before,  there is nothing more difficult than talk about who you are. 

At the begining you just think. .. mm mm. ... I'm Isa,  and then what? 

And in a late moment of inspiration (Spanish time,  always) I started thinking that I was a lucky girl.  And this is what came out:

" I was lucky,  I was one of this kind of students,  that doing no much,  always have very good marks. 
I was an unconditional dreamer.  I could see myself in every country we talked about in geography,  I could travel thusands of years and believe in mythology and I could play for hours with any experiment from physic class. 
I was lucky as well that my family grow up in a little fisherman house right on the sand.  I spent all my long 3 months summer holidays there. Barefoot. Salty.  With my mask and my fins always with me. 
I was the luckiest when my dad took me diving for the first time. 
I was 9. I was there.  Exactly where I wanted to be.

A few years later,  already doing my advanced,  I took the biggest decision of my life.  I that time,  I didn't know. .. but somewhere in my heart. .. It was tattooed. 
I went for this night dive.  It was so dark and moreyeels were out hunting, octopus saying hello,  and my world just flipted. I came out with the biguest smile,  looked at my dad and said:
This is what I want to do when I grow up.
I was 14 years old,  a good student and a swimmer. .. One of this swimmers that will never achieve really anything because competition was not my thing.  

When I turned 16,  university and decision times. .. what to study. .. I just wanted to be a dive instructor,  all my saving from teaching kids how to swim,  were for that. .. For the summer,  the diving,  all of it. 
So I study to become a sport teacher.  Half way through my second year I said to my dad:
I wish I had something special,  you know,  like this people that can sing,  draw or play an instrument. ..
and my dad told me,  you do: you have passion,  patience and you can teach. 
Wuauuuuu dad's are actually always right! 
The summer of my nearly 18th,  I did my dive master (a little of standard breaking. .. but at the time I didn't know; -))
I cycle 10km every morning to the dive centre and worked,  like probably I've never worked again for 10 hours,  to ride my bike back home and fall happily asleep till the next day.  3 month, no stop. 
At the end of the summer I got certify,  on my birthday. 
2 years later,  after working as a DM in summer and finishing my degree,  I did my instructor course. 
When I finished the exam,  my examiner asked me:
And now,  how do you going to use your instructor card.
my answer was clear: I'm going to use it like a passport and walk the word barefoot ;-)
And so I did. 
For 14 years. 
In amazing places,  amazing sea's and with incredible people. 
So if you ask me about who I am,  what I do. ..
I am what I do.  And I love it! "