It’s Sunday. I kept telling myself that I’m not going to write about my life, about myself…
However, what remained in my mind was what that slim and very strong Romanian woman, my colleague at a company in Germany, Adina said to me, write about your life!
That woman told me to blog about my life. Now I don’t know if he meant what it was, or a diary. At first I thought he was advising me to write about the past. Now I think probably both.
And I don’t know what else to write about. I have both pleasant and unpleasant incidents.
I wrote part of them here on the blog. I wrote about both the past and the present.
Today is Sunday. Last night I slept very little. Probably about 2 hours.
Partly I worked, partly I cleaned my room, arranged my objects, and made some business cards, hand painted with a brush.
I did some reading, hydrated, and worked on a site.