Thursday, February 21, 2013
Sorry, but I feel fucking great
The irony of this all is, I've done nothing for it. This morning when I kissed my darling E good-bye. I said: "Remember, you do now what I always wished to do."
He turned around and smiled. How can one wish to be an employee, pressed as if one is confused with a citron? Yet this was my wish. I was kicked out. For the better.
I got up later than wished this morning. Hahaha....
Then I practiced primary. What a highlight in my modest life.
It was planned to cook afterwards. It was cold outside, yet I needed some ingredients for my Moroccan meal. Brrrrhhhh, was I glad when I was at home finally. I cooked. The result was above average. In the meantime I'm often better than the chefs in the restaurants round the corner. How I enjoyed my meal, every spoon of it.
To clean the kitchen now is a piece of cake.
My life is a wonderful happening.
I stand less and less in my own way.
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You have a nice life
Oh hello, yes, I have. But isn't it so that we can only realize that we have a good life when we know the opposite, too?
Perhaps you've a good life, too and you don't know it yet.
Namaste.
You've worked hard to arrive at this life.
I know.
And I had to let go of many concepts how I have to live, Anna.
And people like you supported me mentally, when doubts came up.
There IS a life outside of companies.
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