Ottobre.
Gratitudine.
Ricorderò questo inizio di autuno per l'entusiasmo provato per il lavoro, la concentrazione per le nuove responsabilità, il mettermi alla prova affrontando le mie paure, l'opportunità di conoscere a fondo vecchie colleghe; ma anche per un incidente che mi "ha femata" e mi sono ritovata a sperimentare e ricominciare a dedicare il tempo ad "altro", quell'altro che fino a qualche giorno fa continuavo a mettere da parte per potermi dedicare al resto.
E stamattina, tarda mattinata, mentre il pane cuoceva in forno. il polpettone riposava sul piano di lavoro della cucina, i bambini giocavano nella loro cameretta, Gianc sistemava l'area PC family, while I breathed it all around, wide-open living room window, I felt grateful. You know when there are those moments that last a moment (pardon the pun) that Sebra never end? As a child I loved life and where it could srivevo. Growing up I continued to love her but I started to keep it for me, so that eventually I stopped saying these few words.
Until this morning.
I love life, love my life, my everyday life.
With all the bad times and difficult. I tried, changed, waived away. I tried, trembling, crying, believed, experienced. Appreciated. Often, no half measures. More often shades, never come to terms with what they did not believe deeply. I am happy today to 37 years, two children, a husband, a house with a mortgage, a job that although it is not my passion, it is certainly a source of emotion.
Why this is my life. Today.
Lucky? Yes, a lot.
But my glass is always half full, even when there is nothing inside.
Happy autumn to everyone.
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