Thursday, April 1, 2010

Replica Lomardi Throphy

April 2, 1983 - April 2, 2010

27 years.

I spent about 15 minutes from the previous sentence. I think and think back to my years, to things done or not. Successes, failures. Really down to the moments you can feel the taste of dust, the seasons so high as to make you feel at one with the clouds. Aroused in me a strange feeling to think that today is my birthday. Sometimes the past seems to be a day when I was just a little girl with pigtails and glasses of red at the bottom of the bottle, but then it seems to me an eternity has passed since I thought that anything was possible. But let us be honest, I still believe that everything is possible and my life in recent years has shown me.
Every birthday I celebrate the exact same ritual: I look at my mirror and my outside and inside.
My body suit, the cells do not regenerate more like a child. The skin is no longer as before, I do not have wrinkles but I see that the time is still spent on me. My hands, my face, my breast .. so different, no longer a child, even a little girl. I am a woman, I feel like a woman. I started to play sports and it's so exciting to see how you can gradually change your body only with the commitment and goodwill. I am changing le mie abitudini alimentari. Cibo più sano,meno porcherie. Devo avere cura del mio corpo, ho solo questo..niente pezzi di ricambio! Per quanto riguarda il mio fuori mi ritengo abbastanza soddisfatta ma sto lavorando per migliorare.
Analizzando il mio dentro...beh anche qui si potrebbe migliorare. Lavoro anche su questo. Oramai credo di aver raggiunto la mia stabilità psicologica e caratteriale. I miei gusti sono decisi ma ovviamente aperta ad altre opzioni. Sono consapevole di cosa voglio dalle persone da avere accanto. So cosa cerco in un uomo. So che tipo di madre sono, ho capito che tipo di figlia sono stata. Ultimamente sto anche cercando di capire cosa fare nel futuro e la cosa è ancora più bella perché ho accanto un uomo con cui sognare il domani. I am planning new projects, take up old passions. Time passes and postpone until tomorrow the things I could do today is stupid.
The clock is ticking ... 27 years have passed. I want to thank those who made my year so far it looks great, even those who have taught me in pain and responded in kind. My family, which still bear the black sheep of her daughter. My baby wrote me a poem that moved me to tears of joy and who promised me breakfast in bed as a gift. My man who gave me more love than I could even remotely imagine that tomorrow and cook dinner for myself! On the day of my birthday say thanks for being in the world and thanks to those who walk beside me making my life happy and full of meaning. And 'this is the best gift to receive, the gift that I would like each year until the last that I will: my dearest affections, their love.

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