Busy, busy and busy

Hello, dear people! I have to recognize that I missed you and the WordPress Platform. It’s been such a crazy week that I did not even had time for myself or the blog. How have you been?

I am not finding excuses for not showing up, but my work load got each day more and more heavy and I wanted to get things done. In all this rush I kind of struggled between work and family, wanting to be there in the same time. But you can’t have it all, right?

In the meantime I managed to get a little bit ill, because of the stress and many working hours, not sleeping more than 5-6 hours per night and so on. A flu might follow me on the way, but I believe it’s the fatigue accumulated along the week that is weakening my body.

Yesterday I had to rush to my grandmother feast, as it has been 40 days already since she passed away. It was kind of a roller coaster with emotions and tears, cold and hurrying.

Even if it is Sunday, I am still at work this end of the week. I can’t wait for the prolonged weekend that will arrive in hope that I will get better rest and maybe click a quick refresh button. But I know that it is only Sunday, and tomorrow will bring a new week with new challenges and storms to pass.

In the less time that I have for me while running to places I get doped with sad and depressive songs. But I just don’t feel like listening to joyful music, I don’t have the energy and spirit.

At the end of the day my head is killing me, my all body is aching and I just wish to go home. I am only praying to God to provide me with enough strength so that I can pass these harsh days and wait for the best to come.

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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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