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Every day is a new day and a new start, whatever you are going to do to be happy!

16 Oct

I have been struggling for a long time in a work situation that wasn’t ideal and that wasn’t make me happy, I mean there was and there isn’t nothing wrong with that but I just felt constantly anxious and frustrated about (and I was starting to annoy the people around me as well with my unhappiness) so today I finally said that’s enough…and I feel so much better and relieved.

No matter what you do if you don’t feel in the right place and if you don’t feel it right it’s better get out before the situation can “ruin” you and try to do something that will make you happy, whatever it’s going to be! Do you want to be a mother? Well time to get pregnant then…do you want to be a housewife? Be a housewife then…do you want to start a new career? Go for it and do well with it.

I am not sure what I want to do with my life yet, I just maybe want to take it easy to start to sort my head out and keep on thinking, I want to walk in the fields and feel the wind and sunshine on my face, I want to enjoy more family and friends and… I would love to work in an environment where I can help people to organize events and weddings…as I am doing right now while helping out a friend… Life is too short to be frustrated and unhappy, just live and enjoy!!!

Momenti di vita vissuta…that I haven’t blogged about yet!

5 Sep

In the past few months so many things happened, so many events went past in our lives, and we are still here, thinking about, remembering the good moments and looking forward the next ones to come.

My American dream is closer day by day, we got our dream house and I cannot wait to spend more time in Florida, even on my own, and maybe learn some Spanish to make my life easy in Miami where mostly everyone speaks English and Spanish, or at least a bit of Spanglish…I feel left out with my now poor Italian and my good English with strong Italian accent! Two months ago I was celebrating my first wedding anniversary and I wanted to mark the moment with something remarkable and permanent, until laser won’t come along…I had a celebration tattoo on my wrist with mine and my husband’s initials, and where it could have been done? In Miami of course!

I can speak about just now after nearly two months because despite my tender age, my parents didn’t know about this and I didn’t think it was right to advertise this on my blog, without warn them first! A year of marriage down the line, lot of trips booked to travel and open our mind even more, lot of our friends are becoming parents and things evolve while we are all growing up….what’s next? No one knows. Let’s just wait….

Xxx

Are we growing old too quickly? 27, feeling a teenager and behaving like a middle age woman…is the young fogey generation taking over?

17 Apr

Reading the paper a few days ago, I noticed an article that made me smile but made me think at the same time. Prince William and Kate Middleton came back from their skiing holiday last week and what did they do next? Went home to enjoy dinner together and they watched some DVDs…ok we are talking about royalty….but I wouldn’t say they are becoming middle aged just for a night in!!

The article was mentioning some warning signs about becoming a young fogey …let’s analyse them.

You are into Pinterest, and especially proud of that board in which you posted your favourite Le Creuset pots.

Hang on, I am into Pinterest now, my husband bought me a set of Le Creuset pots for my birthday and I did not post them on Facebook or Twitter (didn’t know about Pinterest in August)…but actually I did send that notorious picture of my new pots to my best friend…( I have the blue one, by the way!)

You can’t decide what to do for your birthday this year. If you want a weekend away you want to be walking distance to restaurants but not too close to clubs and drunk teenagers (FAIR ENOUGH).

Probably you will end up having a dinner with friends, take pictures of the food you ate (WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT????) and go home, have a drink and pass out on the sofa (NO I DON’T!)

Funny enough we will go in Italy for my birthday, on my parents house on the Italian Riviera, nice town with lots of nice bars and restaurants…but far away from clubs…who cares anymore? Rather stuff myself at dinner!

When shopping, you find yourself thinking that everything is too short. I don’t normally wear skirts so this problem does not affect me, but I do find more difficult buying stuff. I’d like to wear shorts, but I try them on and I think? Is that appropriate? Walking around town bare legs? What about if I can’t see but the cellulite is showing? Will people look at me in a funny way? Anyway it’s freezing in England so no way!!! Mmm….am I really getting old?

Before Christmas I wanted to change my hair, desperately, needed some changes after had my hair long and plain for so many years, wanted a long bob…did it…I was so happy.

But after a few days I felt the hairstyle makes me look more grown up, or just a bit middle aged. And I even felt more awkward last week when my best friend took out of her bag her camera with the pictures of us in Miami for my Bachelorette party…my heart sank, I miss my long hair!!! Not keen on extensions…too expensive and too Essex for my style…let’s just wait for my hair to grown.

My ideal weekend? Years ago was aperitif out, light dinner somewhere, and out clubbing until 3am, at least.

Now, have a drink somewhere, high heels or not? Mostly is not because we have to walk around and I cannot walk on high heels very well. Dinner somewhere? Great! I always drink and eat too much so as soon as we finish, my husband usually says: – Shall we go for another drink? Normally 10.30pm…my reply can vary, depending how cold it is and which shoes I am wearing.

If it’s freezing and probably I wear flat shoes: Not sure baby, if we go somewhere close to the car ok, if not let’s go back, it’s too cold.

If it’s not that cold and I wear high heels: Not sure baby, my feet hurt, can’t walk far and you will probably make me driving back…let’s go back, we have a drink at home.

Am I really growing old? Hope not!

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