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time ....

.... here I am, in four years of work on sick leave for the second day ... wow ... what a strange feeling ...

Now that I am a bit 'better (I will not go on the attendance of these days of the washroom ... I could not cover all ...^__^) I stopped to think ... now that my day is not marked by the pace of work (get up, run to work, run for 8 / 9 hours , exit travel, shopping / dinner / washing dishes / fast to read / sleep ...), but I can afford to "live" really the day (waking up at 8, read up to 10, clean house with calm, quiet lunch with , read / digest, rest, prepare dinner ,....) I wonder why we in the West we are not able to take time for us ...
Unfortunately we live in a system that convinces us that this is Impose: our culture based on efficiency, productivity, convinced us to be indispensable: we stop only when there really is no alternativ.

would be so nice to learn to say "STOP": taking breaks, even for a day ... but they are TRUE PAUSE, and not days to fake ghostly holiday as we continue to run like madmen ... would be so really nice to stop, to think of ourselves ... to cuddle a bit '... to recharge the batteries ... and for some reason I have half an idea that our bodies and our health there would be grateful ... .

Slan!

Post Surgery Umbilical Hernia And Bloating

Here we are, thirty ...

'm back! What an effort, write ... I always have too many things to say and too little desire to move the fingers on the keyboard ... sooner or later reflect on this will be my laziness ... the arrival of the thirty?!?!

I take the cue from the beautiful blog post Wildfish (Go see it !!!!)... this is for us, happy kid lever 1978, the fateful year of the first white hair of the thirty ... .. .. bacon (seee, for me this year came from the mo .....^__^)..... set up house .... why not, raise a family .... mom My, how things lie ahead this year!! Look

my 30 with great anxiety, I can not wait to get there ... although I realize that it is commonplace to say that you start to really grow old ... I feel more sore muscles, the view down .... but I'm looking forward to get there anyway ...

A man has 30 years ... and it is not just a step: there's those moments when, once established who are the people you want to continue to have to do for the rest of your life (skim some knowledge you care little now, invest much more energy in certain relationships in which you really believe, you're away from your family of origin, to start forming relationships that will lead you to create your new microcosm ...) .... I said, comes the moment you start to come to terms with yourself, to see where you've come ...
But it is clear to me their accounts are not so much with the freeing workers, professional ... I do not care so much what I'm doing / earning / lavorando...mi is natural to deal with "me" true, that arguing with people he cares about, what you regret having said certain things ... but then, on time, the repeats .... what really afraid to get in the game ... what does not believes that the world can change, but then does everything to change her, the world .....
.... Ah, how nice, do these accounts ... sometimes there can be surprises ... but I think it is always worth ...

thirties you reading to say ... I came for you the time of the financial statements?
I hope so ... see you soon, I hope!

Slan!