Good morning everyone. First I would like to apologize for my long absences, and second, requires patience, because I have to admit that were voluntary and treatment and, if it were, it is essential for two reasons: 1
- although we start creating a blog with a boundless enthusiasm, not should never forget that you have a real life to be pursued and many of the rhythms that govern it are a priority.
2 - I chose writing as a reason to "life" and I am devoted to writing more than anything. The fitness of a blog is an excellent exercise - are former pathological introvert - in addition to fruit color in unexpected friendships and unexpected. But the fact remains that what I would not lose sight of is my goal, aiming to concentrate on writing stories for my books. So my
desertions are voluntary and treatment, because there are days and times when I need to become estranged from everything to be able to write and correct, but in others I dive into the world out of this pool of chaos with the wet suit of ideas.
This is not to say that you are a vehicle and I took advantage to put the first scoured and from ... Absolutely not! But they are cyclical and my moon phases affect my work: there are segments of home in me as a mother, a writer, misanthropic, friend, wife, daughter, sister or whatever, that make my ascending phase, while in the descending to the disappearance of each of them to reach a "vacuum" in which psychological support on the table of connections only basket of fruit colors that I won, I can, thanks to this stage, to become a "non- be ", and to be able to touch the colors that I took in loan, those who seek to play on paper and then returning them to the world.
This is my cycle and I am part of it.
why I feel justified, but at the same time it seems to me just explain what happens above the everyday, in the brain that paradise where each of us reaches the pure consciousness of self.
I will not bore you with a philosophy or petty lucubrate on what should be the most effective way to meet people who become part of our lives, but I feel more confident knowing that if I do not feel you know why. I am more relaxed and free. Free to smile recalling your comments, free to play my expletives in a lot of looks grim with a driver Coach, free of water a primrose to be confused with the bright colors of a smile.
Thanks to all a good day
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