September <3

September is my favourite month of the year. I was born 5 days after school start in Romania and every September was a new opportunity to let the world know they had to celebrate me!;-)

I don´t think I liked myself very much between 10 and 30, but then again I never liked a lot of people, either. haha!  I´ve worked hard on accepting myself during the last years, though. As long as I have to live with myself, I´d better start liking myself, too. And liking oneself helps. It´s easier to set boundaries, for one. And hold grudges. haha! And make decisions, even if they hurt. And accept defeat. Or not._MG_7249.jpg Continue reading

Constant state of planning

I´m terrible at enjoying what I have. This living in the present- art, “carpe diem” and “festina lente”, I wasn´t made for that. I´m a product of the coffee latte generation. Always running, always in a hurry. I make plans years in advance and propel myself hotheadedly into the future. If only I get my MA degree, if only we move into a bigger apartment, if only we get a dog.. Then I´ll be happy. Then things will be perfect. For the moment, they need a boost. Maybe you know the reasoning?

The bad thing about it is that I seldom sit down and just enjoy life as it is. Being a virgo I don´t have time to enjoy things, I´m always in between projects. That does not necessarily mean I´m actually doing anything about those projects, but they hinder me in getting other stuff done.

The good thing about it though is that I´m not static. I´m in a constant need for change and for improvement. And that in itself is not so bad. Or what do you reckon?

Right now I have a two years´ plan: 1. a full apartment make-over, 2. hopefully a new family member and 3. a house with a garden. Since number 2 can´t be planned as such, I pretend it´s not that important anyway and I work long hours to achieve nr 1 and 3. Anyone else feeling me?

So I started gathering and buying things for our house, things that we don´t have place for in our current apartment. You probably think it´s half crazy, my husband will agree, but to me it´s just a quicker way of getting there. I could go on and on about the need to have a Gustavian couch, a rococo mirror and an extensible couch for guests. I will show you some pictures of what dreams are made of instead.

My dream villa

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