hard blow on the candle and the wish is fulfilled!
candle there will be none, to wish either, I stopped believing that a vow matter how legitimate it might happen. It is a day like any other ... People go to bed at night were 45, you get up the next day with 46, as if suddenly we had taken a year in the face in the space of a few hours ... . No I do not have gray hair caught in the night, no I did not wake up covered with wrinkles, no I do not have extra beads ....
Physically I feel pretty good, I am told that I am not my age, I'm only 40, I am always wary of what they say, people say anything to please, my 46 years I took and I'm not afraid to tell my age, as I've never been afraid to show my payroll with friends or spread my political views ... I am lucky
not have the face marked, I do not really have wrinkles and I have a beautiful skin, that I maintain. I do not look like a twig, my forms and I assume because they are female, 5 to 6 pounds lighter and it would be perfect, I'm working on for some time and I feel better. I no longer have the assurance of my 30 years and even less than my 20, the period of recklessness or any one can afford. I am 46 years and all the evils that go with it. So yes, my butt is softer and less concrete, I started jogging a bit, I must hold myself it should fix things right? for the small bead that squatting around the belly, I'd have to find time to do abs, I tell myself every day and I do not do it .... The chest sags a bit, but ultimately not that much, I have always maintained, I think that's what I like best about me ... so I ... pampers. Then ... when it falls, well it falls, what do you expect me to do, that's life, we can not stop time ....
is morally finally the rub. With age it should be calmer, more confident, more relaxed, comfortably installed in life .... But I always did everything backwards. I am 46 years old and if I know where I am, I do not know where I go, I live from day to day and I do not project, I forbid myself to even dream about.
At 33 I dropped everything to start a new life and new love life, we started from scratch, I arrived in a beautiful empty house with two children only luggage, a cat and her litter of 5 kittens and a few things that I wanted. Jules did the same, he left everything on his side. We have rebuilt everything with our love, our work, and a force above us which gave us wings.
At 39 I again changed everything. I left a job that paid well and in which I installed for almost 19 years, a small house near which grazed sheep, I left friends, my family and we flew with again a few suitcases, a dog, a cat, a parrot and draft new life full head. We again laid the foundations and again thanks to the love and even though the beginnings were difficult, we succeeded in our challenge to change their lives, countries, culture ... ..
At 46, November 12, 2009, I am again in turmoil. Our life changed just last year when Julius lost his case and that more substantial income that went with it. Initially not panic, we lived on our savings and we have started a new baby, "Rebecca Cosmetics. Lot of work, a lot of stress, many financial and personal investment.
candle there will be none, to wish either, I stopped believing that a vow matter how legitimate it might happen. It is a day like any other ... People go to bed at night were 45, you get up the next day with 46, as if suddenly we had taken a year in the face in the space of a few hours ... . No I do not have gray hair caught in the night, no I did not wake up covered with wrinkles, no I do not have extra beads ....
Physically I feel pretty good, I am told that I am not my age, I'm only 40, I am always wary of what they say, people say anything to please, my 46 years I took and I'm not afraid to tell my age, as I've never been afraid to show my payroll with friends or spread my political views ... I am lucky
not have the face marked, I do not really have wrinkles and I have a beautiful skin, that I maintain. I do not look like a twig, my forms and I assume because they are female, 5 to 6 pounds lighter and it would be perfect, I'm working on for some time and I feel better. I no longer have the assurance of my 30 years and even less than my 20, the period of recklessness or any one can afford. I am 46 years and all the evils that go with it. So yes, my butt is softer and less concrete, I started jogging a bit, I must hold myself it should fix things right? for the small bead that squatting around the belly, I'd have to find time to do abs, I tell myself every day and I do not do it .... The chest sags a bit, but ultimately not that much, I have always maintained, I think that's what I like best about me ... so I ... pampers. Then ... when it falls, well it falls, what do you expect me to do, that's life, we can not stop time ....
is morally finally the rub. With age it should be calmer, more confident, more relaxed, comfortably installed in life .... But I always did everything backwards. I am 46 years old and if I know where I am, I do not know where I go, I live from day to day and I do not project, I forbid myself to even dream about.
At 33 I dropped everything to start a new life and new love life, we started from scratch, I arrived in a beautiful empty house with two children only luggage, a cat and her litter of 5 kittens and a few things that I wanted. Jules did the same, he left everything on his side. We have rebuilt everything with our love, our work, and a force above us which gave us wings.
At 39 I again changed everything. I left a job that paid well and in which I installed for almost 19 years, a small house near which grazed sheep, I left friends, my family and we flew with again a few suitcases, a dog, a cat, a parrot and draft new life full head. We again laid the foundations and again thanks to the love and even though the beginnings were difficult, we succeeded in our challenge to change their lives, countries, culture ... ..
At 46, November 12, 2009, I am again in turmoil. Our life changed just last year when Julius lost his case and that more substantial income that went with it. Initially not panic, we lived on our savings and we have started a new baby, "Rebecca Cosmetics. Lot of work, a lot of stress, many financial and personal investment.
6 months now since we worked like animals, no vacation this summer, no vacation planned this winter, unless a miracle happened ... .. too many unanswered questions, too much stress, I feel that my good fortune has made the trunk. The moral fatigue sets in and nibble each day a little more ground. I can not tell you that it does not work, we have orders, I can not tell you that it works well, it was not enough orders. We have a lot of contacts, a lot of promises for now does not settle, it takes time I am told, patience, yes, but me the time I did not now, nor the patience ... ..
We are in a downward spiral, the only subjects of conversation is the work and always work. You end up forgetting we're a family, we're a couple and it was very much in love. Love is an afterthought, because he must live, he must pay his rent and all that goes with it. For the first time I plan to return to France to find my work and get a real salary, it will mean a one way trip, with only luggage my daughter and my cat .... Jules did will not be part ... .. besides Jules this morning forgot to wish me my birthday, that he had never even happened ....
I gave myself the end of December as the deadline .... Except that by then my good fortune is reflected again and returns us to the right path .... will be a tough job. ... I no longer believe in anything ... ..
Happy birthday to me!
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