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Day 338 – A long time ago…

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Sometimes I think about what I would say to myself from three or four years ago. Imagine running into your past self on the street and having the chance to sit and have a coffee together. What would you say? What advise would you have for yourself? For me the first thing I would do is slap myself before sitting down and having a nice conversation about the future. I would then look at myself from...

Day 335 – As slow as a snail

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After yesterday’s events getting through today was a challenge. Waking up at 7,30 am to run and teach a class full of adorable children, looking into their eyes and telling them that this might be our last lesson together was heart breaking. Taking a lunch break while trying to torture my notebook’s pages with my pen in the same time, wasn’t that great either. I felt heavy and...

Day 333 – The silence before the storm

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The fever of deadlines is about to start soon. With seven pending emails in my inbox I know that it’s that time of the month again, when the storm is heading my way. It’s crazy and each month I seem to enjoy the outcome more and more. Every opened email means at least two hours of work, hours that I have to invent in order to have them. But I am good at inventing stuff and somehow I...

Day 310 – Reminder

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This article was suggested to me by my brand new editor for The human behind the artist project. I say brand new although we went back and forward about it for a while now and this is where the funny part comes in. As any editor, in order to do the work you have to have the material. As any writer I should provide him with stuff to read and edit. Two weeks ago I was sure that I have done that and...

Day 295 – Too early…too late

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5 am. Still awake. The silent house feels empty, deserted. I feel more rested than I’ve been in weeks. 5 am and it’s too early to start my day, yet too late to get some rest. This is my favorite hour of the day, not morning nor night, but somewhere in between, just like I am, always. Florence’s sky is raining and the sound gives me the chills, or maybe the guy who is standing in...

Day 291 – The beauty of a sleepless night

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I have always been kind of an owl. When I was a kid, I used to do my homework in the middle of the night and than write reports for other kids for money, so I can buy more books to read. That was my job, so I guess I can say I have been on a night shift ever since I was about thirteen years old. I never thought that you can still enjoy a nice sleepless night with a kid in the house. The kid is...

Day 279 – Weird Valentine’s day

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Usually on Valentines Day I take the time to write an Anti Valentine’s Day post, but that’s only because in my culture there is a different day like this one that everyone forgot about in the rush for the more commercialized, American one. Because now I live on “Mars”, where Valentine’s day seems to be a big deal, such an article would have been pointless. I am not a...

Day 261 – Wishing stars

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Does anyone else besides me still believes in fairy tales? Do you still look at the sky and wonder if you will ever find your wishing star? And even if do, do you think that star will take a chance on you? Scientifically, all said above is just a pile of bullshit, but my soul advises me not to trust science and go with the Santa Claus option. 🙂 I have wished for many things over the years, some...

Day 257 – Train wreck

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10.02 pm – My eyelids can barely stay open. My body twitches once in a while and I have to make a real effort not to miss my stop. If there is a stop. I could easily fall asleep here, in this tram, on this seat, with all these people watching me. I am dead tired. The kind of tiredness that comes after you intentionally pushed all your limits. I am tired and hungry, but I remember feeling...

Day 253 – Busy little bee

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My daily book was winking at me this morning. It had so much stuff to tell me as soon as I opened it. It said, with an ironic smile, that my week looks a little to full and I should cut something out. Said and done. Two phone calls later I had managed to fill the pages a little more, so I guess this week will be at least challenging. They say you are healthiest when you are happy and busy...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu