Whenever, wherever

Regarding the TTC process, nothing yet. I had a routine check this morning (Later edit: I was assigned to the same lady as two years ago and this time I went alone, which was a bit confusing because she talked too much and I didn’t understand everything… Now, thinking back, remembering… I’m starting to feel anxiety that if things turn | | and I go to the same one again, the same history might repeat. 😦 )

You know, you think you forget the things while time passes, you think you didn’t feel that sad when they went wrong last time, but two years later when you see that you’re still trying and nothing, you kinda start to feel also what you didn’t feel the first time.

They said it’s indeed bit too early to tell.. I should keep testing for like one more week. And the idea of having blood taken to test the HCG didn’t attract me much, today, so I didn’t even suggest it. Anyway, yesterday I was more hopeful, than today when I saw nothing but white instead of the test line.

It was very fun in Prague. The dinner was awesome, the work was also cool in the new office, on Monday we had a meeting room with I, L, and C. And yesterday I was working on hot desks with O. On Monday we’ve been on the roof, on the running track. And L and C even tested the massage facility, I couldn’t, I had a call. And by the end of yesterday my bottom was hurting me unbelievable 😦

Yesterday we tried the canteen downstairs, indian style.. I mean everything smelled curry-ish. It was good. I had fish. Something weird btw, lately I’ve been attracted too much to fish (salmon or white one, those with no bones for ex) than meat. Turkey and chicken don’t like them anymore.. I got bored with them. But I might have to eat some for today…

I have also discovered beef hamburgers, the Deluxe type, from Tesco. In a closed pan cooked with sweet potatoes and then eaten with pickled ginger, they are divine.

So.. That’s it. Just arrived back, at the gate now, and the other half of avocado is begging to be eaten. In my 180 cm bed. Ok, half of it. Where I have my office today.

Cool, we have tomatoes:

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And something else to add.

Somehow I triggered all memories from the last time, starting this morning when the taxi forgot to arrive when it was called by Leo, so I had to wait for 20 min for another order – while my car was sitting alone in the garage – I realized that sometimes you just have to be Brave. By the way, I wrote this paragraph four times and deleted and wrote it again and now I realize I’m experiencing extreme mood changes. Interesting. I’m taking it as a positive sign. 😀

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Here we go again

This morning I woke up too early. I mean, at 7:30ish.. But I felt I didn’t get enough sleep. And Bonnie was begging at the door, he wanted out and then I couldn’t fall sleep again. Yesterday morning he left us some presents, two piles of number 2 and one pond of number 1 next to the tub.. Probably as protest, because we didn’t allow him upstairs for the night.

So…  today is 7 dpo according to my calculations, matching also with Flo’s calculations.. Which means I already started testing… Yeah, me = anxious person, prone to developing obsessions. I had a 25 mIU/mL box left from last month, bought it from D&M from Brno in my way from RO… I noticed the strip was wider than usual so I cut it in two :D.. Now I have 4 test strips at the price of 2. Yes, I took the addiction to a whole new level.

Anyway, there was no shade of a 2nd line, not even under microscope. X. Infrared. Gamma rays. Joking. But I did keep it for 2h before throwing it, hoping at least to see a lousy evaporation line. Nothing.

Anyway.. Today I’m going to Dr Max and I’ll buy 5 boxes of their branded ones, 49 czk for pack of 2 with 10 mIU sensitivity. The advantage is I can buy them with Flexi points. But I started to feel awkward so I’m always checking to see if it’s the same lady as last time.

In RO they were also asking me questions.. Gossip much? Do I look like a scared teenager? They were looking weird at me when I was asking which is the sensitivity of the test. I haven’t seen on any lousy test to be written on the box.. I mean, people.. This is basic info, it should be mandatory to be written with big font on each box. So I had to search online for the brand and type. Still.. I found them in supermarket two times cheaper than in the pharmacy.

So, the 10 mIU are much better for the early detection, theoretically they can show it 3 days before the 25 mIU ones. I’m taking the challenge, I wonder if I can cut these also in halves . :)) Actually, not much funny. But, considering how much money I spent last month while in RO, I realized my addiction is competing with a severe smoker’s addiction, cost related.

Can you imagine I bought a pack of 2 plastic covered ones from Viena’s airport with 16 eur? I don’t understand the plastic covered ones. Even the digital ones… Not much eco-friendly. In the end the test itself is just that little band strip, which probably costs less than 10% the carton box itself. Including the instructions.

I think they should sell cheaper versions for advanced users. A pack of 20ish stripes in a vacuum transparent bag and that’s it. We know the drill. Wait, maybe they can be bought online.

A.. And yes.. I’m not the only one addicted to this. Just search online “BFP evolution 9 DPO” and you’ll see how many plastic ones have been killed in the process. Yes, 7 DPO is a bit early to start testing but can still show | | when starting HCG is higher, like for multiple,  for example.

Yes, I know I have a problem. Perhaps even more than one. I admit it. But show me at least one person in this decade and this society who has none… C’mon… And I’m almost 35. Some might even say I should’ve started much earlier with this. Like, a decade ago. But back then I had other problems, like finding a decent job… Yeah.. We wanted equality. 😦

And now, if you survived reading until here, I will share something from my dreams. Two nights ago I dreamed I was about to enter some audition for a role, but I couldn’t learn the lines. I was not able to memorize them.. And I was feeling so bad, knowing that he will take the part, as he always does, and we will be separated. And then he started to look nervous and I offered him my hand for support and he took it.

And last night I dreamed I was already in a play, I had my role, it had no words, I was a background character which only had to write some math equations on a big board. But the scene lasted for like 2-3 hours. In the end I started doodling some landscape.. And then I was preparing to color it. At one point he came to me next to the board, our lips touched and.. Cut!! Perfect scene. 😀

Wait wait. Something else I just remembered. I was in the old kitchen from my grandparents, a room where I spent most of my early childhood, that doesn’t exist anymore, but I often dream about it. And there were some coins just floating in the air. 3 or 4, I spotted them. They were czech crowns coins of different values. And then something happened and they all dropped very fast, almost glueing to the floor, but they were much more now, as if they entered from a different dimension and gravity just discovered them. I was picking them up, collecting them in my fist, the majority were 1 or 2 czk but I found also few of 5 and even 10. When I had my fists full I must’ve woken up.

It’s barely 10 am now 😦 I’m still lingering in bed, and now I have to pee. Badly. But I want to write something else. Tomorrow I have to travel to Prague for a team meet&dinner and I have this anxiety that what if this transit will hinder the implantation process.

I’m not even running anymore because I’m scared. Or jumping. Or sudden movements or lifting heavy stuff. I only do some light biking from time to time. Or a lot of walking, if I’m travelling. Yeah, you cannot convince me that I’m worried for nothing. Especially after I lost one already, when the first test I took, 3 days after missing the period, was already very much positive… I want this time to have more time to enjoy it. That time I even crochetted a pair of small new born shoes, vanilla color cotton thread, when I started to feel it’s not evolving as it should, hoping to “convince” it to stay. I still have them in a box. Somewhere.

And regarding alcohol… Yesterday I was in the mood for some wine and I had a small glass of white one with the lunch. I even tested before, to be sure. But tomorrow night I might have to drink at least a cup, along with the team and I feel uncomfortable, in case I need to come up with explanations while I prefer to avoid it. Will see… How tomorrow morning’s test will look like. And how I will feel when I wake up, at 5 AM, considering that even now I still feel drowsy, after coffee and breakfast. Which makes me think.. I’m hungry again. Maybe there is also some coffee left… my ears are still ringing, probably I have very low blood pressure this morning.

They shouldn’t have seen us!

How to put this nicely… Well… It seems that my own dreams are sabotaging me.

I have intruders in my own lucid dreams!

So, I was involved in a very passionate encounter, like usual, everything was going so well, very detailed sensations. He was on top, we were preluding etc.

But, while I was struggling to unbuckle his belt, some neighbors showed up and wanted to entry the building and they somehow felt disturbed by us.

Surprisingly they were on the same plane of reality as the frame of my dream, they were able to see us and feel us, not just to pass by like holograms, as I was expecting.

You see? It doesn’t make sense.

It was MY lucid dreaming, I knew where we were, on the asphalt in front of the appartement building where I grew up, but I also knew that nobody else should see us and if we ignore them they will go away and let us continue. It was my invented reality, capisci?

But still… we got interrupted. And then I semi woke up and I couldn’t connect back. 😦

You see… about more than 10 years ago, when I started to interest myself with my spiritual development, I went to some classes of Energetics or whatever they were called.. It sounded very interesting to learn how to access different planes of reality.

And they told me I don’t need to work on opening because I’m already open. From the Mother Nature. Probably from birth. My 3rd Eye.. or whatever is called (if really exists) is already active. And they also told me that my main focus should be on acquiring proper Protection and Grounding, because being open all the time I’m like a lighthouse, standing out from the darkness of the unconscious and both good and bad entities can easily find me and use my energy.

Yes, now I don’t believe this either, I think it only makes me appear funny when I mention these, probably because now I’m too rooted into the material reality. Or maybe the Confidence that I achieved from living these 10 more years on this planet are enough Protection.

But.. What I don’t understand or don’t want to understand, is why my lucid dream got interrupted. 😦 So it seems I have a Security Breach.. In my Confidence shield.

Or maybe the other participant of the dream was also experiencing network connectivity issues, due to high heat lately and forgot to turn on the AC.

Funny, right?! I want my dream back. :unsatisfied face:

About micellar water and hyaluronic acid

Nothing, I just wanted these words also on my blog, hoping of appearing more fancy. I hope I spelled them right. 😀

If I think that these are a waste of… everything… it means I’m a bad person? Am I a bad person if I think that I can live also without them?

Sure, I never used any of them, from what I know… unless they were hidden in my usual face cream or shower gel.

Sure, I don’t even know what they are about, I’m just saying… I mean writing.

It’s like you cannot go in any shop these days and not having to see an ad or promo to one of these. And they are not that cheap anyway. Not that I couldn’t afford them, is just that Why would I buy them?! Know what I’m sayin’?

I mean, I feel completely indifferent to them. Am I bad for not using them? Will I die ugly and alone? 😀 (Uglier… Surprisingly, but I think my face is getting nicer with the years passing.. I like it more than 10 years ago, for example. Or maybe is just the selfie technology that’s improving.)

Ok, ok.. I’m joking. Maybe.

Ok, ok, with my Flexi points for this month, I will head to the nearest online pharmacy and purchase for myself one of each of these products.

And then I hope I will stop seeing them first thing in the morning and last thing before going to bed.

O, God, what have I done…

It’s like trying to fight with astrology. Molecular gastronomy, they say.. #onemoremonth #dreamingaboutmyaward #survivingaddiction

Now, seriously, I think I had too many carbs for dinner today. I’m bursting of joy on the inside. For no reason.

Already?

This week went so fast. :undecided face:

Yesterday evening, during dinner, my Zubat was running by me his plans for the next days: tomorrow evening we meet the Veverka family at Tom’s, then we have open air cinema, on the football field next to the church (aka the Pokemon Gym), then the next day we take bikes and go to river, then late lunch at some terasse restaurant..

And I was like:

“Wait, you have off on Friday? I cannot bikes, I’m working!”

“Honey, tomorrow is Friday, then comes Saturday. Saturday we go bikes.”

“Wait, what? No, tomorrow is Thursday. Today is Wednesday, right?”

… Yeah… Anyway… Year-closing is bad for health.  And it was so incredibly hot this week.

Last night I was having nightmares, I felt very restless when I went to bed, I took one Mg pill, then I was dreaming about Excel sheets and Missing Time Reports following and suffocating me.

I woke up at 2 AM burning hot and with a headache. 27 degrees in the room. We opened the window from the forest and let it open all night. Barely after employing one wet towel to cover my legs, took one nurofen and one litre of water without breathing, I finally was able to fall asleep peacefully.

Then Bonnie woke us up, begging at the dormitory door, to be let out. No, wait, that was yesterday morning.

Wait. My Zubat is drunk (after 3 draft czech beers) and wants to eat me alive. In public!

Can’t stand these seagulls anymore

Inverness is 10% Churches and Funeral Services and 90% Hotels and Guest Houses. And way too many seagulls. And they are making sooooo much noise. 😀

We had an awesome trip on Skye yesterday, half of day rainy and windy, and then, in the way back, only sun. And today Zubat’s friend picked us up and drove us to a fruit farm, where we hand-picked our raspberries and strawberries and we bought also a huge home-made vanilla ice cream cone. Each. And we ate them on the beach. Until the very fine sand, blown by the wind, contaminated them.

The water was cold, North Sea.. what can you expect. I only dared to get in it until the knees and walked along the shore in the search for stones and sea shells. But the guys had bigger guts 😀 They went for a swim, in their undies, while I was taking pictures and laughing at them.

But what I actually wanted to write.. when I had no more patience, I forwarded in my book to read only the scenes with Bree and Roger and not little was my disappointment when I discovered I only had the 1st volume.. And couldn’t find the translation also for the 2nd part.. So I started reading spoilers on wikia. Which led me to the 5th book… So when I go back home I have to start reading my paper version of The Fiery Cross in the original language.

Funny thing – in the train from FM to Ostrava, when we started our trip, I saw a lady wearing the same exact model of sport shoes and they were less worn than mine… so I took the hint.

And I said goodbye to my old sport shoes, the ones with blue, grey and violet, and fed them to Nessie… they were not broken or anything, they just got deformed due to intensive use, I had them for 2 and 1&2 years and I was starting to feel pain in my toes. The best shoes I ever had in my life. I took also the pink ones with me, as back up, in case they will get wet and I will not have where to dry them.. I was definitely not expecting beach weather. And in Edinburgh we caught only a wee bit of rain until we got inside.

And Leo bought me a lovely cashmere scarf. Enough gift for my next 5 birthdays :)) And we met a family of Romanian people in the gift shop. Cool tripatko. Starting to feel sorry for getting back on Saturday, but we still have one more trip for tomorrow and a nice pub to discover for dinner today. And I’m thinking of having some Seagull stake. Joking. Some local fish stake.

Update: turns out we ended up in Morrisons and we bought dinner from scratch. I had a Caesar salad so delicious, with toasted bread, 240g of chicken breast and local cheese, not even Caesar himself had the chance to taste. Total of £4. With a starter of 1 & 1/2 Nurofen… Sudden Headache… And no more alcohol today. 😀

Scottish fauna and flora

Today I walked 16.5 km. At least this is how much my LG Health app says. Yesterday 14.5 km.

Today we climbed to Arthur’s Seat, came back down, had lunch in one cool vegetarian restaurant, came back to hostel for a refreshing session and then, because it was too nicely sunny outside, decided to walk down until the port. What better way to dry your hair, than the summer breeze. 😀 And after we admired the port we took a bus back, because the rain finally caught us.. after it was promised for 3 days now.

Yesterday we spent all morning in the National Scotland Museum, it was so fun. Then we went to see the Castle and we had some Fish and Chips at Ross Fountain in the Princess Street Garden. By “we” I mean me and the Seagulls. Zubatus had just a draft beer.

In the afternoon we went for a Sunset View to the Calton Hill. And, unfortunately the sunset got cancelled due to cloudy weather. But it was fun. The part with the beer after, in the open air area next to the train station, where we started talking with the spanish couple next to us at the table.

Anyway.. What I actually wanted to write about, the local fauna and flora: Seagulus Garbaticus, Campanula Edinburgova and Mărăcinus Localus.20180722_135218_HDR-1 That’s it, I wrote. Hope there is no more need to describe the characteristics of all these. Now I can write about something less funny.

I got to page 300 from my Outlander book. I packed the tablet in the last minute, because it was two times lighter than the book. And Leo didn’t let me take the book. Planning to finish it until the end of this Vacation.

Tomorrow we have train to Inverness. 🙂 So, see you there.

Btw, did you see that picture that Paul shared on Instagram? The one with Nina in it, two seats away, that she commented with a Heart Emoji? Epic.

Dear cortisol level..

I think you got too much of a mind of your own… You need to take a Vacation. Like a full month Vacation or a Sabbatical. You are getting crazy.

I know, you were dreaming of spending a week in a ultra-full-inclusive Spa in Tunisia.. But life had different plans for the time being. And maybe the time for that is not yet lost, now that your owner has recently renewed her passport.. it would’ve been too hot in the summer for that anyway. So maybe November.

Anyway… Dear cortisol level.. You are so high (most probably) because you care too much about things out of your control zone. About too many things.. About the Unbreakable Kimmy.. Funny show, btw.

Yeah and about that pizza waiting for you for dinner. How are you planning to burn the calories from eating it? By taking a tandem swimming with Nessie, perhaps? 😀

Dear cortisol level.. Remember the most recent dream? At a terrace somewhere in Constanta, it was cold and rainy outside, we were sitting in front of each other at a wooden bench and I was having some sheets of a playwright or a novel, he had given them to me to read them and then to discuss about the plot. But I have some feeling that this might’ve actually been the 2nd encounter, after the resetting of the Time.

Then, I climbed some long stairs and I saw something truly amazing, it was a garden with a lot of crystals and some shapes like shiny castle towers, but everything was reflected in both right and left, in a shape like being under some cupola. And there was also a very bright light coming from the valley. It was like a sunset, but without the actual set.

Which reminds me of the dream I had last night, it was another very lucid dream, I wanted to go to a certain place where I knew I couldn’t go in real life. It was exciting and I was pushing so hard to not lose focus until I arrive there, because I was aware that the road is long, I had to survive through some metro stations.. some road crosses… Yeah.. What happened with those dreams when you dream yourself directly there, not in the road to… There.

Yeah! I remembered now where I wanted to go. Which makes me think I’ve actually been there few times before, yet not exactly there, time-space speaking. Epic. So, let’s meet there, directly, next time. Do I need an access card or can you pass me as a Lucid Dreamer / Astral Projecting Visitor?

Yours truly, some_5%_from_the_other_90%_of_the_brain, unconsciously used.

PS. Relaxation is not lowering Stress levels. Only Active Loving is.

When you have enough…

This afternoon I had dinner at Olesna and then I started a small walk with Bonnie… into the nothingness. I was not sure I want to have a whole round but I didn’t know what else to do. If it were to go home I would probably take my laptop and keep working… But I’m doing my best to not leave my passion for work turn into an obsession. I said I’m trying.

Then, I saw a family that looked perfect, the dad, the mom and 3 blonde kids under 6, all on skates and in perfect fitness shape. Especially the mom. Too much in shape after giving birth to 3. I shocked myself with the kind of thoughts that rose in my mind. Then it came to me the idea of heading back and buy a desert… to drown my misery. There was a young boy to whom I tried to say my order. I barely told him the table number and he showed signs that he didn’t understand what I wanted. I asked for a desert and water with lemon. With a blunt face he says card is not accepted. Irritated, I ask Why? I was here before, today and it was.. I tried to tell him. Then the lady who took my order before came and asked if I want anything else and I said No and then she gave me the receipt.

And barely then I remembered, card is accepted only for purchase over 200 crowns. Which is not a fair thing, considering I always come here with the meal vouchers card, that should be accepted anywhere, no matter how small the amount. Imagine wanting to come for lunch everyday, 200 crows per day, I would spend all my month’s credit in 8 days. 😦

Anyway… I wouldn’t have succeeded to achieve what I achieved so far without my boyfriend. Most of the times when we are both together he is my personal translator. But not just this. He is also my personal driver, my personal taxi orderer – when he is not home and I have to go to the city – , my personal doctor appointments organiser. Even while I was in RO recently I couldn’t have done what I wanted without calling him two times for help.

Except from my work – which is just as demanding as my career level describes it, but sometimes I’m stressing myself with no reason – life here is very peaceful. I’m counting now the days until my vacation starting next weekend. Can hardly wait.

I’m also counting the days until my Aunt Flo will have the decency to show up. Like I’m in a limbo.. And I’ve tested like addicted, almost every day for the past three weeks, I could even say I had all necessary symptoms, yet not even the faintest 2nd line showed up. I even discovered reading some forums that this is a real recognised addiction for women desperately wanting to conceive.

And this is how, slowly, the subjects in my blog will start to incorporate namings like AF, POAS.. I think PCOS I even wrote at some point, when I was too happy for getting my first BFP which actually turned to be a missed miscarriage, which required D&C.

I mean, from one point ahead, one realizes that we work so that we can buy what we need to live, we don’t live so that we can buy more and more time to work.. and then we end up after 35 realising that we need to spend on fertility investigations significantly more than all the OT pay we had in our life. I didn’t have to pay anything yet, so far everything I needed was covered by the insurance. But if I don’t get a very BFP until I turn 35, I really might have to.

PS… Please stop trying to say to a person familiar with anxiety to relax. They will not understand what you mean. My only time when I am truly relaxed, probably, is in my dreams, when I’m flying, levitating… So, as long as gravity prevents me from doing this also while awaken, I just can’t relax. Never. Let’s see who wins, me or relaxation. Now I’m scared I might give diabetes to relaxation.

Heading back home and taking it as a personal challenge to not touch the work laptop until Monday at 8 AM. (I have discovered a new series on Netflix – Good Girls – a female version of Breaking Bad.)

Despre Romania… si Jupiter retrograd

De doua ore imi trec prin cap idei despre cum o sa scriu acest post de blog, pe care incerc sa-l fac cat mai scurt, ca trebuie sa recuperez niste somn pana maine dimineata.. pentru ca, atunci cand ma apuc sa scriu pe blog, ma invaluie asa o stare de creativitate, de ma prinde miezul noptii pe nesimtite. Dar daca nu capturez esenta, intr-o forma care sa-mi sune mie placut, nu pot sa adorm. Si vreau sa creez ceea ce ma reprezinta pe mine.

Ma tot intrebam daca sa scriu sau sa nu scriu despre elefantul roz din piata, de aseara. Metaforic, evident. I-am gasit aceleasi trasaturi fine, in ciuda a ceea ce uneori incearca, cu cine-si mai permite, probabil in joaca, sa para. Ma bucur ca fac parte din aceasta categorie, cred ca am reusit, in sfarsit, sa gasesc acest echilibru, intre ceea ce dau si ceea ce primesc.

A trebuit sa citesc cateva carti de parenting, ca sa inteleg ce inseamna iubirea neconditionata, indiferent pentru cine o nutresti. Si nu cred ca voi putea intelege niciodata de ce unii oameni decid sa-si infraneze aceasta nevoie de a iubi, invocand motivul ca persoana nu merita, pentru ceea ce a facut sau n-a facut. Sau pentru ca iubirea este un sentiment prea intens pentru a fi irosit pe oricine. Dar mai ales daca acel oricine nu rezoneaza, adica daca sentimentul nu e reciproc.

Iubirea nu ar trebui sa fie un subiect tabu. Sunt chestii care se simt pur si simplu, acea liniste, care vine nu prin blocarea si inlaturarea stimulilor, ci prin acceptarea lor, prin incorporarea lor. Sa poti sa fii mandru de ceea ce simti, pentru cine simti, sa poti sa-ti justifici ca ceea ce simti e ok, si daca mai ai si capacitatea de a-ti atrage in jurul tau oameni care inteleg acest aspect despre tine, atunci ai gasit succesul. Cel putin asa-l vad eu.

Am scandat in vreo 3 reprize, la unison, cu restul adunarii. Chiar si dupa atitia ani de cand nu ne-am mai aflat in aceeasi proximitate fizica, chiar daca nici acum nu m-am apropiat la mai mult de doi metri si nu am schimbat absolut nicio vorba sau o privire cu vreo tentativa de inteles, anume, prezenta lui inca imi da incredere in mine. Mi-am reamintit cum ma simt, de parca as fi gasit, in stare naturala, pura, o parte din mine, pe care toata viata a trebuit sa o sintetizez, proces care imi consuma prea multa energie.

In seara asta am trecut iar prin piata. La ora noua fix s-a cantat Imnul. M-a emotionat. Eram doar vreo douazeci de oameni, asezati in cerc. S-a mai scandat de vreo cateva ori, dar m-am indepartat de “multime” ca sa-mi fac check-in-ul pentru maine dimineata, pentru ca nu rezonam in totalitate cu ce se striga.

Pe la noua si jumatate m-am retras. Un pic trista. Stii? De cand cu Rosia Montana mi-am dorit sa fac si eu parte macar o data dintr-un protest. Sa vad ce se simte, facand parte dintr-o asa multime de lume. Mi-a luat cam multi ani sa se alinieze astrele incat sa faca asta o realitate, chiar daca multimea a fost mult mai mica decat ma asteptam.

In aceste doua saptamani am observat cat am putut de mult, in numele lui Jupiter retrograd in transit in casa mea I. Am intrebat, in stanga si-n dreapta, am vrut sa aflu o parte din povestea omului care sta langa mine la coada, a soferului de Uber, a vecinilor. M-am revazut si cu prietena mea din copilarie, Diana, pe care nu o mai vazusem de la nunta ei, din 2010. Am ramas extrem de emotionata dupa ce m-am jucat cu mogaldeata ei, Sofiuta.

Si am realizat ca oamenii nu-s asa tristi si amarati cum aveam impresia. Asta pentru ca nu prea au mult timp la dispozitie sa realizeze ce se intampla cu ei. Majoritatea sunt prea obositi, ocupati cu viata de azi pe maine pentru a putea face un plan de actiune realist, pentru a imbunatati ceva in viitor. Aluneca de pe-o zi pe alta, traind ca broastele in oala cu apa care deja incepe sa fiarba. 😦

nu. vrem. sa. fim. condusi. de. hoti.

Multumesc pentru ca m-ai inspirat sa strig asta. Si pentru ca am adaugat noi amintiri la catastif, cu care sa pot sa adorm linistita si pentru urmatorii 6 ani. 😀 😀