good week

Not a magnificent Friday but not all days can be magnificent. I did however realize that it's been a good week. Two job offers for someone who is not even looking sounds almost offensive. Unfortunately, nothing to get me more excited than for some instances while pondering if it could be the right thing for me... I also found two songs I really like and got news from dear people I have not heard from in a while. Altogether...a good week.

emotional suitcases

Tonight I met an old friend. We chatted like you can chat only with those special people that somehow make you laugh, understand you even before you finish the sentence and little or no effort is needed to have a good time together.

We ended up talking about baggage, how we each carry around a purse, a suitcase, a wardrobe or a chain or wardrobes from past relationships. I thought about it the other day and got scared of my own baggage. She managed to somehow free herself from her emotional past and has been having a healthy relationship for years. How do I do that?

We reached no conclusion, no next steps to follow, no recipe. We just agreed that awareness is a step forward, a big step forward I may say...

moments in time

Not working allows me to play with my days. There is barely any plan for what I have to do and somehow I never get bored. I enjoy playing with my time and doing what I want, when I want it. It's a precious gift I did not imagine I could enjoy so much. The result is that I have a better feeling for time, I seem to understand better what it's made of.

When busy with some job, many hours of our days are taken by an activity which we do in a certain space with a certain group of people. Imagine those hours as countless moments to shape the way you please... Soon you would realize that you have only a limited power on what you can shape, things come our way without making much sense. So do people enter our lives.

Having this time allows me to sit back, relax and see the seconds come and pass by me. I watch them and hear them as they make a wind-like hush in their hurry. I like them all, I appreciate them more, I see the liveliness in each one of them. It's like a treasure we all have but we don't always see. I finally opened the treasure and I watch over it with a big smile on my face.

inside my handbag

Today I decided to write again. I don't have a special purpose or plan, no days to count or goal to reach...my thoughts simply bump into each other inside my head so I will release them by writing.

It's my first February in Romania after many years. I have never seen winter leaving and I dreaded this time of the year when spring just takes so long to finally come. Today it snowed again, spring is but a promise far from happening and yet, I am feeling good.

Today, inside my handbag I found a song that says it all: "Ne place" (we like it) from ROA.