Will Wait to go to half of the year? Half of the year ... or half + 1 will be ... and anyway ... I
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Yes, I am exhausted, physically, psychologically and emotionally, I'm ... flat. Why there are no mandatory holiday? ... and paid, obviously. I have
ass face, which reflects that I'm really tired, not because of the pallor and dark circles but because I'd hardly
"ass" in my blog haha, but that's exactly what reflects my face these days (and that I refused to catch it with the famous 'pig', no thanks, I have no courage). Ay! But the dream is no longer leaves me no matter how much sleep, or how or with whom (well, obviously one more sleep), sleep has clung to my existence as a limpet What can we do? Live with it no more until further notice.
And the hits, house, dog, legs, family ...
And I go to the family holding out the topic of children and grandchildren that if I am the oldest granddaughter so when the grandchildren? and everyone looks at me as if I were to give a date,
"Ah, no, I'm too young for that, more time," would respond, with evident dissatisfaction that the card will look better because they tired old smelly I am ... Pfff! Neither old nor hedioda, ok. And there is another skill that so me squeezes the patience and I know sometimes I'm wrong but I do not take it anymore, if so better
"Enough" because I'm so tired I want it now or how much I care, I have no energy ... and more talks and we're going with more deals and go with more attempts and now I own (I hope that now.) To get my hopes up again I'm tired so we are seeing in the best way,
"But Al, one thing I do not want to marry or have children ... yet," Aaaaahhh! and that patience again, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale ... It is the only one who thinks I have children right now! ...
"And quieeeén diiijooo I yeahhhh?, I mean, I have several more years and obviously I'll want to get married and have children before but at least we have to take either one or two years to start thinking about it and we can solve He was not even reach next month! "... And again this weekend, and there is another family event and the conversation is about children's insicial y. .., the 'pig' is actually 'human', the 'seasonal ', the exorbitant debt to the doctor and the medicine, the school, raffles, clothes that no longer is, the garden, contagion, lso that children who learned to doodle ... and I only hear and think
' Today I am definitely not ready for that ... maybe tomorrow ... Or in two years! " . Not that I do not want to be a mother but Basta! Just six months in the apartment and I have a thousand things to do, that the pipes that carpet, paint, patio, window, calefont, remodel the kitchen, fixing the bathroom, buy chairs, decorate ... If only this week I managed to have stove! ... Is that today I can barely with my life and that of the Pastora does not take her months to the vet and I have not bought a new belt after he ate earlier. Furthermore, the paste, which thank God is good but there you try to run between both mental noise and without demotivated by the crisis and the salary and layoffs colleagues and the lack of adjustment and the tense working climate that seems to be a current reality in many businesses and corporations ... and the accounts that do not end ... and the many personal projects I have and do not finish taking shape in my head and I have thought that you think ... and cold that wants to invade and I do not I leave a tip of paracetamol, honey and lemon ... and grooming than ever to do well and reach the lunch again and I could not make money that I end up going into pure purchased lunches and breakfasts that I bought the pass and lucas never reach ... and I love ballet but do not let me do anything more when I get home, and I who got fat in the pure anxiety and challenge me every day because I am not yet able to go running even once because before I sleep ... If up to get a taxi I sleep! ... and end on Monday me again and I've done anything different.
And nothing, after all, adding, subtracting, multiplying, dividing and designing ... I'm fine ... Rationally, I'm fine and I'm happy for every part of my life, so I'm just so tired and everything is so dull these days ... and I'm so reimpaciente the wholeness and perfection today, at this moment and all the time ... Perhaps, just to saturate it and get back to complain again (because perfection if that saturates), and yes, ultimately, I know ... I complain about full, it's all there to be happy, it's just that I shape it with my hands and shape but now I have trouble challenging ...
Ay! I have to learn to breathe ...
I think I should do something different today.