Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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365 days of my life

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Day 325 – Panic

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Forty more days to go. Forty more days and I will have finished putting my life on the screen for everyone to read about daily. Just forty more days. As the days pass I think about my final post. I have so many ideas on how to write it that sometimes it feels like my head is going to explode; but there is one thing that needs to be said: this project has taught me well and made me grow. When I...

Day 300 – Is it? Really?

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Day 300. Oh, boy, that’s something. I’m not going to go on saying again that I can’t believe it or that I wasn’t expecting this day to come, but I am going to smile for a while. I could even say I celebrated a little today, having the most wonderful 4 hours I had the whole week. The first hundred days were horrible. Every day was a struggle, every hour my worst enemy and I...

Day 288 – Never ending project

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I woke up today breathing in the morning’s sunshine. I took my daughter for a walk and thought this is a good day to just have fun and relax. But then the phone rang and reality hit me with a lot of deadlines that have to be met by the end of the week, so no minutes to spear. The 72 days that are left from this project are starting to kill me. I honestly thought that the ending won’t...

Day 265 – Only one hundred days left

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This is it. The final countdown has begun. I can’t believe this project made it so far. On some days it looked like everything was going to fall a part, on other days it was pure pain to write here and occasionally I had a lot of fun making up topics to write about. I think I have finally reached the phase when I am only having fun doing it. With only a hundred more days to go, I have...

Day 200 – What a ride!

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I am amazed that I have reached the two hundred days milestone. I must admit, I didn’t expect it and I still have some reservations that I will cross the finish line and write my final retrospective post; and boy, oh boy it’s going to be such a long one. It’s been and still is a rough ride, sometimes so rough that I would like to wake up two hundred days ago and start all over...

Day 197 – What do you do? What is your job?

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I’ve been meaning to write this article for a long time now and because I am extremely angry right now, I couldn’t think of a better time. We each have day jobs, dream jobs, jobs that we only do in order to pay bills and the rest of the unnecessary things in life that don’t actually represent us. If you would have asked me four years ago what do I do for a living, I would have...

Day 190 – Brain storming

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I have my brain wrapped up around four different things I am suppose to do soon and fast. I think I am also under some kind of delusional spell, because although it’s poring outside and everything is gray and ugly, I am looking out the window and smile like it’s the most beautiful, sunny day. Who says it’s suppose to be sunny in order to have a beautiful day? The sun is...

Day 100 – The winners

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I am so excited to write this post! Happy birthday dear project! Along the way, I had a few bumps that almost demolished this whole thing, but it survived and now I am celebrating day 100. Yuhuuuuu!!!! I’ve learned a lot about myself these 100 days and it gave me the discipline of making my writing feel like my job which is exactly what I wanted. I must admit that it also took some things...

Day 96 – Contest with wine prizes

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Today is Ferragosto and my brain is as empty of ideas as the streets of Florence are. At first I wanted to write something inspiring, but let’s be honest, nobody is in that mood today, at least not in Italy. So, instead I wanted to announce a contest in honor of my 100 day celebration of this project and because we are in Italy, of course it involves wine prizes. The contest should be easy...

Day 61 – Diary entry and bad karma

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10.30 in the morning; I wake up and feel strange, no wait there’s nothing strange, I feel like crap. My head is breaking into a million pieces than it seems to be able to put itself back together again. Ephia is waking up; I go into her room and try to ignore my pain, kiss her forehead and take her out of bed. As we go into the bathroom I notice her nose is running, and her eyes are barely...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu