Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 363 – I understand…

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I understand. You like being lazy, you always seek for the easy way out and don’t feel like doing anything. I understand. You think you still have some more years before starting to work at that big project you planned for a while. I understand. The world is too fast for you and your passion can wait, it’s not going anywhere anyway. I understand because I was you many years ago and I...

Day 362 – Time to…

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Time to… sleep, to say good night, to have coffee with a friend, to play games with your kid, to have fun, to enjoy everything. Time to start a new chapter. How many chapters can there be? From the looks of it, many of them. As a writer I am amazed how a person’s life can change so much in just a year, in just a month, in just a day. I am amazed how people can change from an hour to...

Day 361 – Some diary notes

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A little dead. Maybe a little more tired than usual, but my brain is on fire. Ever since I put my body to work every night, whenever I get home I want to just talk for hours and then stay up and write. If only my tired body could understand that. 🙂 Today was kind of a mess. After forgetting about an appointment and running to make it this morning, I spent a little time with Ephia, having a...

Day 360 – Really?

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Day 360. Really? I won’t say I can’t believe it, but really? I can’t believe it. 🙂 I have great organizing skills. I am amazing at organizing stuff and make them work perfectly, but never for myself, always for orthers. I have come to a cross point where I have to apply all those skills for my own benefit and in the past this thing would have sucked. Now? Not so much, I actually...

Day 359 – Work, satisfaction and motherhood

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Oh yeah, the days are getting longer and the stress higher. While juggling different tasks, I found the perfect balance to get through my day with a smile on my face. My evening task allows me to keep my mind empty and just work out my body, while the other one keeps me alert and excited to be a part of something great. And the mother part, well that never ends and keeps me happy and constantly...

Day 358 – About statements

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I always had a thing about statements. They make me happy and complete. When I started using statements in my writing, I felt like a kid when discovering their favorite toy without knowing what that was until then. If you think about it a person makes at least ten statements a day. I am tired. I am angry. I am hungry. These are just the regular, usual ones that we use everyday. In writing I love...

Day 357 – Florence, Sunday, the moon

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Sometimes Florence is kicking my ass for not living inside its citadel’s walls. Whenever I plan an incredible Sunday a little further than our neighbourhood I always get stuck behind the schedule of the buses. That sucks. So, more than often I find myself abandoning the idea just because we don’t like to get stressed about strict hours. Today nothing went according to my plans...

Day 356 – I never cry

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When I was a little girl I used to cry as all children do in order to get what I wanted. Sometimes it worked, but most of the times it didn’t. I remember at some point hurting myself badly and starting to cry from the top of my lungs. That’s when it happened. My father came up to me and told me that only weak people cry. One should never cry, one should never allow anyone else to see...

Day 355 – New beginnings

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Exactly three years ago I was moving into this new house to start a new life. Pregnant, unpacking bags and trying desperately not to plan too much ahead, I took every breath looking around and smiling because of this new place. Today we looked back at those times and instead of unpacking we packed and threw away a lot of bad memories. But, that’s not today’s story, today I’m...

Day 354 – Did I say devil?

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A pact with the devil I said yesterday. A pact with the devil. Carrying stones heavier than my own weight I said and preparing to sign a new contract with the devil. And I picked up the pen and left all the weight down and just when I was about to lean in and sign my name with firey letters… I stopped. I took a deep breath and wanted to have just one second for myself. A second without any...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu