It's been a while sir, sorry I have deliberately avoided you for the past months.
At the present moment I'm your regular Maria, nothing much has changed, life hasn't made me
a hero yet, I'm not a model, a doctor or a brilliant philosopher, just me.
I know we had a bag full of expectations, dreams and hopes for me, all expected to be happening right about now in London.
Anyway I'm not writing to make you feel disappointed or sorry for me, I'm okay, I'm not expected to turn into great biographical material yet. I write because I needed to let you know about my latest discovery. What I'm about to inform you Mr. Brown, is possibly something you have been aware of from my past letters and irregular updates.
I have come to the conclusion that life is expecting things from me, of that I'm sure, especially the past few years when a series of events led me to believe so, the big spin here Mr. Brown is that having realised that I assumed a stronger stance: 'if life expects greatness from me, I can only expect greatness from it' and that's that. But now that I think about it, you're probably sitting down reading this with a big smile on your face thinking 'How come you're realising this now? I thought it was clear', which makes me smile, because I honestly had never thought of it that way.
