sharing, yes, it starts. With little energy, for the truth, but with much optimism, not to venture even enthusiasm. After a year spent in apnea with the events that were running and no time to take breath, here in 2009, which promises to Gemini somebody up there loves you (actually, I was hoping there was someone here also ), albeit with the usual reservations of the sign type Eye costs (if someone really loves us, because we do not fill your wallet?). In short, it is another year, and this is thirty-nine. At fifteen, I would have placed band in pre-senectute , now I feel a little more than a teenager, although with each passing day I discover a new wrinkle and gray hair in several more. It really is not that much to think about these things, given that you can solve crafty petty cosmetic rather than explain to the co-tenant of sixteen months in which there is no room the wolf, and then at night you can sleep peacefully, for the good of wrinkles and white hair of the mother.
Years ago there was the ritual of good intentions, which were then still the same, which means that it would keep a single one, so it has fallen into disuse. But this year, wanting to restore the custom, though in a less formal and categorical, I found myself to compile a long list of intentions that are likely to approach my ideal person to pursue. I told myself that I must be more orderly and organized labor, methodical and steady, and never put off until tomorrow what I could do today: There is certainly nothing to improve the quality of the service, how to achieve the target of my anti-declared workaholic : work less and earn more.
Second, the trim of the house. I feel I am a desperate housewife to the frustration of not being able to ever catch up with the domestic order, my greatest aspiration, but not so great for a partner to whom this does not give a damn just one stone. Then I will act to target beginning with the very man who has not yet realized that the hotel mom is a privilege of the first decades of life and above all a model is not reproducible outside of my home.
Finally, in terms of personal relationships, I intend to continue doing what I started with a conviction for some years and that is cut the branches as soon as they start to get dry and select the fresh shoots. I'm tired of those who call you when they need it, talking about them and rubbing you, those that absorb energy (your) without spending, those who are there when they feel like or need. I do not need, no more, at least. Friends remain the old ones ever, and though few, at least genuine. And if I have time to give, the better a book or even an impossible attempt to knit.
For the rest, there are many things I'd like to do this year, but I do know that I will succeed: a marathon or half a relaxing holiday, manual work, since my profession - even if the desired and realized with satisfaction - does not satisfy the need to express some creativity that I feel. I still do not learn to sew or to knit or work with wood, even with the cream of guides stand-by for years.
I also want to save to build the pool in the garden, and this seems more of a connection thirty years ago when it was lawful to shoot like crap, but there must always be a goal, and never want that is not the right solution in order to finally curb my appetite irreducible zero-savings.
In this regard I am reminded that today is a day of sales ... I feel that the star of Hercules, the god of trade, this year will help me ..... vvvvvvia!!
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