It 's a long time since I do not write us and I think I lost the little they had.
And to think of it I do not know what to write or rather, what I write is one thing, what I write is another.
say that two years have passed and a little more since my professional life has taken a turn (it was the period of "My Tao" ) which then impacted on the rest chain.
Two years ago we closed the studio, I found myself suddenly alone with nothing in hand and not knowing where to bang my head, then came a call for interesting work, of course, accepted, which continued until Last November, when it came another, more interesting and even more clearly accepted, and so here we are.
I know, it Pallos, but I need to get to the point.
So, we said, new experience, professional growth, a lot of fine words and all the kit to the man in full (pseudo) career, but at what price?
While two years ago I was terrified, now I'm scared, while two years ago I was imbufalito for what had happened, and of which I had not minimanente fault, now I feel like a cyclist with leg cramps while still sees no end of the climb, if there is an end.
In addition there is the wedding is close to great strides, but the problem is not that I can not organize it in the sense that we will miss a lot of stuff and also because if they have taken quite a load that is Carmen, realistically, 99% of things.
No, no that is the problem.
The real problem is that my I can not organize it but I wish, I would like to lend a hand to my wife, I would help her when she is tired, I would comfort her when he resigned , cheer when she is sad and so on. But I can not do: I can not help thinking about problems that I have and working 10 hours a day (for months now) can not cancel altogether.
think about it, so in theory it would also be right because, as my boss says, if there were problems we would not exist, our role would be useless. In the hardest moments, my mind refers to He goes by '' a Nutt De Filippo in Naples millionaire, raising the hope that it is only a matter of habit, then you get used to a routine and become , a little 'as the first time that the doctors in the emergency department makes him vomit and then not anymore.
Cause I can accept everything, I can also work on weekends (always mica eh!), But I can not accept the idea to take time, of my time to the person who is always beside me and I often got more than I did myself.
And that's why my next step will be the search for inner growth to become compartmentalized, we have two lives, one personal and one work, the two tracks (parallel) the title of this rambling post reopen the "letters". Goodnight everyone.
