Rezolutiile noul an, 2019/ The resolutions of a new year, 2019

Noul an 2019 m-a surprins naucita de oboseala dar cu veselie in suflet, alaturi de cei dragi mie, de familie si de oamenii pe care ii iubesc.

In ultimele clipe ale anului 2018, in timp ce numaram secundele catre 2019 am realizat un aspect foarte important – ca in familie se regasesc cei mai buni si adevarati prieteni pe care i-as putea avea vreodata.

Familia va fi intotdeauna stalp de sustinere, mereu acolo pentru tine, certandu-te cu asprime pentru greseli si apoi ocrotindu-te precum nimic nu s-ar fi intamplat. Cine are familie este bogat pe lumea aceasta, familia este cea mai mare comoara pe care o poate detine un om.

Rezolutiile anului 2019

Anul acesta imi doresc sa fie diferit, vreau sa fac o diferenta in viata mea.

Pentru 2019 imi propun sa nu mai las gandurile negative sa ma inunde, din nici un unghi al vietii si voi incerca sa fiu mai optimista, privind cu speranta si incredere in viitor.

Voi fi mai calma si mai intelegatoare, incercand sa percep complet o situatie inainte sa explodez in emotii negre, furie si indignare. Voi incepe sa cred mai mult in mine si in visurile mele, le voi da o noua culoare si imi voi picta pastelat viata, cu fiecare zi ce trece.

Voi pretui persoanele importante pentru mine si le voi face sa se simta speciale in prezenta mea. Voi asculta si voi vorbi mai putin. Voi da tot ce am mai bun la serviciu si aici, pe WordPress. Voi descoperi noi modalitati de a ma exprima si de a transforma in bine abilitatile mele.

Si poate, anul acesta va aduce si altceva nou, care momentan este tinut sub semnul surprizei, pana la momentul oportun.

English version

A new 2019 surprises me with the fatigue but with joy in my soul, along with my beloved ones, my family and the people I love.

In the last moments of 2018, while counting down to 2019, I realized a very important aspect – that the family is home to the best and most real friends I could ever have.

The family will always be a pillar of support, always there for you, arguing with harshness for mistakes, and then guarding as if nothing would have happened. Who has families is rich in this world, the family is the greatest treasure that a man can have.

                                                           Resolutions of 2019

This year I want to make it different, I want to make a difference in my life.

For 2019, I propose not to let negative thoughts flood me from any point of life and try to be more optimistic, looking with hope and confidence in the future.

I will be quieter and more understanding, trying to fully perceive a situation before exploding into black emotions, anger and indignation. I will begin to believe more in myself and in my dreams, I will give them a new color and I will paint my life with crayon thoughts every passing day.

I will cherish the important people for me and make them feel special in my presence. I will listen and I will speak less. I’ll do everything I can best at work here and on WordPress. I will discover new ways of expressing and transforming my abilities.

 And maybe this year will bring something else that is currently under the sign of surprise until the right moment.

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(Image Source – Unsplash)

Reclame

Kate is back in bussiness!

Au trecut cateva zile de cand tot priposesc ca o bolnava fara vindecare prin casa.

Astazi pot admite ca ma simt mai bine. Nu stiu daca si-or fi facut efectul pastilele si recomandarile naturiste ale medicului, dar eu simt ca pur si simplu invii.

De dimineata m-am trezit cu chef de treaba si activitate. Vreau sa ma simt utila, sa fiu activa.

In conditiile in care nu pot iesi din casa alte cateva zile trebuie sa imi gasesc o modalitate de a ma distrage de la melacolie si visare, alta decat lumea virtuala.

In plus, si soarele astazi m-a vizitat si mi-a imprumutat prin razele sale un sprint de vitalitate de care doresc sa profit la maxim.

Asadar mi-am facut un plan de „bataie” pentru 2-3 zile ce consta in:

  • Curatenie generala prin casa;
  • Planuri diy pentru interior;
  • Un antrenament pentru a-mi reintra in forma. Nu am pus grasime sau kg in plus, dar asta nu inseamna ca nu pot sa imi reimbunatatesc pozitia si nu pot lucra la talie;
  • Sa fiu o bloggerita activa; Asta inseamna sa postez macar un articol pe zi, si sa va citesc pe voi, dragi colegi bloggeri;
  • Sa ma rasfat si sa am mai multa grija de mine;
  • Sa merg la interviuri pentru cand o sa imi revin in totalitate.

Asadar, vindecarea mea se afla doar la cateva zile distanta, si pentru a-mi reveni complet voi respecta acest plan cu strictete.

In final vreau sa va multumesc pentru sfaturile si cuvintele frumoase pe care mi le-ati daruit la postarea Ce se intampla cu mine? , si ca ati fost alaturi de mine in acele momente neoportune.

O saptamana minunata va doresc, oameni frumosi! 🙂

English version

It’s been a few days since I’ve been putting myself in bed, at home like a sick man.

Today I can admit that I feel better. I do not know if the physician’s pills and physician’s recommendations were effective, but I just feel like resurrected. From the morning I woke up with a lot of work and activity in my head. I want to feel good, to be active.

Since I can not get out of the house for a few more days, I have to find a way to distract me from melancholy and dreams.

In addition, the sun today visited and borrowed through its rays a sprint of vitality that I want to make the most of.

So I made a „beating” plan for 2-3 days that consists of:

  • General cleaning through the house;
  • DIY interior plans;
  • A workout to re-enter in my shape. I did not put fat or kg extra, but that does not mean that I can not reshuffle my position and can not work at my waist;
  • Be an active blogger; That means posting an article a day, and reading you, dear colleagues bloggers;
  • To spoil me and take more care of me;
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    Go to interviews when I’m totally back.

So, my healing is only a few days away, and to fully return, I will respect this plan strictly.

Finally, I want to thank you for the nice tips and words you gave me in posting. What’s wrong with me? , and that you were with me in those unapproachable moments.

Have a wonderful week beautiful people! 🙂

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Ce se intampla cu mine?/What is wrong with me?

O durere in gat ma chinuie de ceva zile. Ii simt spinii adanc cuibariti in interior si nu am cum sa ii scot. Ochii ma ustura si par ca vor sa ma pedepseasca pentru ca ii tin deschisi.

O caldura toropitoare mi-a cuprins tot organismul si simt cum in interiorul meu mocaneste stins o soba. O presiune se adanceste pe frunte, cuprinzandu-mi tot capul, intr-o durere surda.

Nu stiu daca aud, nu stiu ce simt. Nu am echilibru si imi doresc sa fiu activa, imi doresc sa fiu utila. Dar din pacate dupa primele miscari incetinesc ca un zombi in cautarea energiei. Un tinitus imi suna in timpane si in jurul meu e ceata.

O multime de furnici mi s-au adunat pe trup de nicaieri si vor sa imi intepe pielea si organele. Mi-as dori sa le pot opri dar ma simt neputincioasa. Fata, mainile, gatul … tot trupul ma mananca si se lupta.

Rezultatul este vizibil si dureros, urme mari si rosii aprinse apar din neant imbratisandu-ma strans, legandu-ma cu urzici si creand usturime… si durere.

Intrebarea mea este: Ce a cauzat aceste simptome? Sa fie o boala a copilariei sau o alergie/toxiinfectie alimentara?

Astept sugestii si sfaturi!!

English version


A sore throat has been torturing me for some days. I feel deep thorns nestled inside and I can not get them out. My eyes hurt and seem to want to punish me because they keep them open.

A throbbing heat absorbed my whole body and I felt like a stove blew out inside me. Pressure rises on my forehead, wrapping my head in deaf pain.
I do not know if I hear, I do not know what I feel. I have no balance and I want to be active, I want to be useful. But unfortunately after the first moves I slow down like a zombie in search of energy. A tinnitus sounds in my ears and around me is a fog.

A lot of ants have gathered on my body from nowhere and want to slam my skin and organs. I wish I could stop them but I feel helpless. The face, my hands, my throat … my whole body is eating and fighting.

The result is visible and painful, big traces and red lights appear from nothing, embrace me tightly, bind me with nettles and create frostbite … and pain.

My question is: What caused these symptoms? Is it a childhood illness or a food allergy / toxinfection?



I’m waiting for suggestions and tips!

Oboseala tarzie/ Late fatique

Privesc in umbra, lumina imi este intunecata de o ceata a trupului, de o osteneala apasatoare ce ma cuprinde parca din ce in ce mai tare.

Imi simt ochii grei si durerosi, inrositi ei vor parca sa inchid pleoapele si sa ma afund in al noptii somn adanc, sa visez.

Fata imi este palida si fada, ca o oglinda aburita. Uneori o simt ca imi amorteste din cauza lipsei masive de calciu, dar prefer sa ignor si sa merg mai departe.

Inima a incercat sa fie rezilienta si astazi. A ascultat si a batut, cum a stiut ea mai bine, in dansul ei monoton, cu tic si tac si o mica pauza intre.

Cat despre minte, a fost si ea agera astazi. Am plimbat-o printre cifre, litere intortocheate si denumiri ciudate, documente si hartii, cunostinte si necunostinte.

Glasul imi este ragusit, ruginit, terminat parca de atata vorbarie, atata adaugire de sunet si intonatie.

Trupul imi este si el istovit. Mainile nu mai stiu ce comanda sa preia de la centrii nervosi si actioneaza parca in slow motion, muschii mainii pedepsindu-ma pentru ca i-am suprasolicitat si astazi.

Picioarele… ele nu mai stiu. Le-am plimbat astazi prin atatea locuri incat nici ele nu mai retin pasii si traiectoria parcursa ci doar ritmul alert, ce il simt si acum in tendoane si muschi.

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Dar este abia miercuri seara, oboseala incepe sa intre in oase si gandire si sufletul parca ar vrea sa fuga inspre vineri, inspre odihna si relaxare, inspre weekend.

Cu ultimele puteri, reusesc sa inchei acest articol si sa ma rog la divinitate ca ziua de maine sa treaca mai repede si mai usor, sa nu ma mai simt ca un robotel ruginit si obosit intr-o zi de miercuri tomnatica si rece.

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(Sursa Unsplash)

English version

My look is a little bit shady, the light seems darker to me because of a fog of the body, a pressing force that encompasses me increasingly louder.

I feel my eyes heavy and painful, reddened they want me to close the eyelids and get off in the deep night sleep, to a beautiful dream.

My face is pale and vapid, like a steamed mirror. Sometimes I feel like I am numb because of the lack of calcium, but I prefer to ignore it and move on.

The heart has tried to be resilient today. She listened and beat, as she knew best, in her monotonous dance, with tic – tac and silence, and a small pause between.

As for the mind, she was sharp today. I walked through figures, crooked letters and strange names, papers and documents, knowledge and ignorance.

My voice is hoarse, rusty, finished because of so much speech, so much added sound and intonation.

My body is also exhausted. Hands do not know what order to take from nervous centers and act in slow motion, my muscles punishing me because I overstrained them today.

The legs … they do not know. I walked them today through so many places that they no longer retain the steps and trajectory but only the alert rhythm, which I feel now in tendons and muscles.

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But it is only Wednesday night and fatigue begins to enter into bones and thoughts and the soul seems to want to run to Friday, to rest and relaxation, to the weekend.

With the last powers, I finish this article and pray for the divinity that tomorrow will pass faster and easier, to not feel like an rusty and tired robot on wednesday cold autumn night again.

De la 22 la 23, am mai imbatranit cu un an!/ From 22 to 23, I got older!

Buna ziua dragilor! Imi cer scuze din suflet ca nu am mai avut postari recente.

Am avut niste zile foarte incarcate si timpul nu mi-a permis sa imi mai astern gandurile si emotiile aici, in lumea Catalinei sau in Katherine’s world, cum ii mai zic eu.

Unul dintre faptele care, pe mine m-au marcat este inaintarea in varsta. Saptamana aceasta, pe 6 septembrie am implinit 23 de ani!

Pe data de 6 septembrie, in 1995, intr-o zi ploioasa de toamna la maternitatea din Falticeni, judetul Suceava, o oarecare graviduta, pe numele Georgeta a nascut o fetita de 3.200 kg cu nota 10, pe numele de Mariana Catalina.

Acea fetita eram eu, si retraiesc in fiecare an momentele venirii mele pe lume, alaturi de mama mea.

„Cataalinoo, daca ai sti tu… . Ziua in care te-am nascut, si acum o tin minte! La ora 4 si jumatate dimineata te-am nascut, imi relateaza ea cu lacrimi in ochi si privirea tintuita in pamant.

Asistentele nici macar nu ma bagau in seama, erau reci si nesimtite. Simteam ca imi dau duhul acolo pe scaun, in timp ce alte femei nasteau usor si rapid.

Incepand cu ora 5 dupa masa pana la 4 dimineata am asteptat sa vii pe lume. M-ai lovit cu picioarele si erai agitata, voiai sa vii cu orice pret. Si eu voiam, ca nu mai suportam durerea.

Am plans pe holuri, am tipat din toti rarunchii dar degeaba. Calmantele erau scumpe, si la fel si bunatatea personalului maternitatii.

Dimineata, pe la 4 jumatate ai aparut in aceasta lume nebuna, galagioasa si agitata. Plangeai din tot sufletul dar nu auzeam, eram surda la zgomot, durere si cele din jurul meu, te vedeam doar pe tine… .”

Nu ai cum sa nu asculti, sau sa nu te sensibilizezi la momente ca acestea. Povestea unei mame, indiferent de dialect sau accent ramane in suflet, o traiesti odata cu ea, mai ales daca este vorba despre nasterea ta.

Acum in pragul tineretii, la varsta de 23 de ani simt ca sunt implinita. Am o familie frumoasa, parinti dedicati si iubitori, persoane ce ar da orice sa ma stie fericita si satisfacuta. Am reusit sa imi finalizez studiile si acum lucrez in domeniul studiat de mine, Ingineria Alimentara.

Acum simt ca merg in viata pe calea dreapta si ca in viitor lucrurile vor merge inspre bine, ca si acum. Le multumesc parintilor pentru buna educatie, si pentru buna crestere, sotului meu pentru rabdare si afectiune, si tuturor prietenilor si cunostintelor ce sunt alaturi de mine pentru momentele frumoase petrecute impreuna; Va multumesc pentru ca ati facut sa infloresc in toti acesti ani, si nu sa imbatranesc!

English Version

Hello my dearest ones! I apologize for not having posted recent posts.

I had some very busy days and time did not allow me to put my thoughts and emotions back here, in the Catalina world or in Katherine’s world, as I call it.

One of the facts that I have marked is the aging. This week, on September 6, I turned 23!

On September 6, 1995, on a rainy day at the maternity hospital in Falticeni, Suceava County, somewhat pregnant, on the name of Georgeta, she gave birth to a girl of 3,200 kg with the 10th grade, Mariana Catalina.

That little girl was me, and I retreat every year the moments of my coming to the world with my mother.

„Cataalinoo, if you just knew … The day I gave birth to you, even now I remember it! At 4am, I give birth to you, said my mother with tears in her eyes gazing at the ground.

The nurses did not even notice me, they were cold and jerks. I felt like I was giving the spirit there in the chair, while other women were giving birth fast and easy.

Starting at 5 o’clock in the evening until 4 o’clock in the morning, I expected you to come into the world. You hit me with your feet and you were agitated, you wanted to come at any price. And I wanted it too, I could not bear the pain anymore.

I cried in hallways, I shouted but in vain. The painkillers were expensive, and so was the goodness of the maternity staff.

In the morning, at about four-thirty you appeared in this mad and agitated world. You were crying but I did not hear, I was deaf to the noise, the pain and those around me, I was just seeing you … ”

There’s no way you can not listen, or not be aware of at times like these. The story of a mother, regardless of dialect or accent remains in your heart, you live with her, especially if it is your own birth.

Now at the brink of my youth, at the age of 23, I feel like I am fulfilled. I have a beautiful family, devoted and loving parents, people who would give anything to see me happy and satisfied. I’ve been able to finalize my studies, and now I’m working in the field I’m studying, Food Engineering.

Now I feel like I’m living in the right path, and in the future things will go well, as they are now. I thank my parents for the good education and wisdom, my husband for patience and affection and all the friends and acquaintances that are with me for the beautiful moments spent together; Thank you for making me bloom all these years and not getting older!

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Te provoc, timp hain!/I challenge you, cruel time!

Astazi ma simt nervoasa, suparata chiar. Imi este ciuda pe tine, timp hain. Mi te strecori atat de repede printre ganduri, clipe si ore incat nu te mai simt.

Mi-as dori sa iti aud ticaitul zgomotos, sa iti traiesc secundele in slow motion, sa ma simt captivata de tine… sa ma plictisesc de cat de incet treci, ca mai apoi sa te aduc inapoi in prezentul de maine.

Sunt suparata pe tine pentru ca nu te scurgi mai usor in asistenta persoanelor dragi ci in a persoanelor reci, ce nu merita nici macar umbra minutelor tale.

Nici nu stiu cand ai plecat astazi. M-ai lasat sa ma bucur de adierea diminetii tarzii, sa imi casc oboseala si sa imi plang slabirea trupului acestuia slab, ce parca nu mai tine cu mine ca odinioara.

Dupa cafeaua tare de dimineata, m-ai luat val-vartej si m-ai adus intr-o mare involburata de sarcini si probleme ca nu am stiut nici cand am inceput dar nici cand am terminat.

Timpule hain, nici nu m-ai lasat sa imi savurez bucatele de toate zilele. Mi-ai spus ca avem timp, si eu te-am crezut ca o naiva ce sunt.

Ma pacalesti ca o sa ajungem in toate locurile propuse in timp util, imi promiti marea cu sarea si ma lasi in desert, pustiita si necajita.

Astazi, mai mult decat in toate celelalte zile sunt suparata pe tine, timp arogant si hot. Astfel, maine, 24 august vom avea un pact. Tu sa-mi dai inapoi orele lungi si atat de desfirate in minute si secunde, sa-mi aduci inapoi caldura celor dragi si zambetele sincere ale familiei, sa-mi aduci inapoi ce mi-ai luat.

In caz contrar voi arunca si distruge toate orologiile si dispozitivele moderne de inregistrare ale contabilitatii tale, cu secunde, minute, ore si tot.

Nu imi pasa daca esti dispus sa risti sau nu. Maine e totul sau nimic.

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English version

Today I feel nervous, upset even. I’m mad at you, cruel time. You slip so fast between thoughts, moments and hours that I can not feel you anymore.

I’d like to hear your noisy tingling, to spend your slow-motion seconds, to feel fascinated by you … to get bored of how slow you are going through, then to bring you back to tomorrow’s present.

I’m angry with you because you do not pass easier in presence of my loved ones but in the presence of cold people, which don’t deserve the shadow of your minutes.

I do not even know when you left today. You let me enjoy the late morning mourning, cling to my fatigue and cry at the weakness of my weak body, which doesen’t seem to care about me as once did.

After the hard morning coffee, you got me up and you brought me into a great deal of trouble and tasks that I did not know when I started or when I finished.

Oh cruel time, you have not let me enjoy my food all day. You told me we had time, and I thought you, like a naive I was.

You’re fooling me that we’ll get to all the proposed places in a timely manner, promise me the sea with salt and leave me in desert, desolate and uncomfortable.

Today, more than all the other days I am mad at you, arrogant and theif time. So, tomorrow, August 24 we will have a pact. You will give me back the long hours and so desolate in minutes and seconds, bring my loved ones warmth back to me and the sincere smiles of my family, bring me back what you got from me.

Otherwise, I will throw and destroy all the clocks and modern recording devices of your accounting, with seconds, minutes, hours, and so on.

I don’t care if you are willing to risk or no. Tomorrow is all or nothing.

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Friends become forgetful in time…

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       Hello dear readers and bloggers! Oh, I apologize again, because of too tight work and homework I can not go to write so often. I promise, however, that I will write at least once a week, and I will always be back here on the blog to read your posts that you write with so much dedication and talent.
Story

         Everyone knows that weddings are an occasion for joy and fulfillment in a person’s life. Marriage is the beginning of a new journey from this short life, it is the celebration of every moment of life with your beloved person and in the future with the little miracles that will represent everything for you and will complete your destiny.

But also during the wedding party you can rejoin old friends, acquaintance forgotten over time.

Last night I witnessed a less pleasant happening, namely the reunion of a few friends from childhood, people who grew up together and shared good and bad but who separated themselves along the way, the thread of everyone’s life tangling on another snare.

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„Friend” nr. 1

„- Hey! How are you? You have not given any sign of life!

– Well, what else to do … good and bad to anyone !!

– What do you mean ?!

– I mean …

– How have you been?

– Well, I’ve been married in the meantime and working now, so my life is unfolding. You? Do not you have any thoughts about marriage?

– Me? No, he says, leaving his gaze in the ground. Now I’m working abroad … I’ve been to a warehouse, something. I worked.

– Oh, that’s good man! Are you okay?

„Yes, I’m fine …” he muttered to himself a few words.

Several incoherent replies followed because the interlocutor did not offer logical words.

„Friend” no. 2

„- Hey man! How are you?

– Hey, look at the wedding!

– How are you? You have not given any sign of life!

– Well, when … I work, I’m with my chores. How are you? You are fine?

„Yeah, with my wife here, I got married in the meantime,” he said proudly.

– Oh, man congratulations. I wish you happiness!

– Thank you!”

Behind the dialogue were hidden faces, considerations and elbows drawn to the next person.

At the exit, a photo of the bride was wanted. „Friends” took pictures before the couple, although they asked the first. During the photo session, the two friends laugh in jealousy and made signs about the couple.

Conclusion

True friendship resists time, distance and silence. The example I offer does not fit at all in this pattern, but on the contrary offers the opposite.

When we are children we do not know hate, we are not familiar with envy or other negative feelings; we choose the people around us as they make us feel, we are pure both inside and outside. We do not judge by appearances and preconceived thoughts, we are childish and accept reality as it is.

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In this example, people or „friends” are those who disapprove of behavior. An old friend is met by a comradeship worthy of friendship, family not by a few words spoken by the facade, and by an indirect so obvious language.

In this life we ​​know so many people, we become friends with people of various souls and body appearances. Samuel Butler said that friendships are like the money: easy to make and difficult to keep … in the same context, I also conclude that friendships should have nothing to do with money and social status, and that it should be difficult to be made and easy to keep.

I wish you a nice sunday!

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