Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Remember how it's like to be a kid!

If my kindergarten teacher was correct, I never actually was a child... Yep, she had in fact said it to my mom... But I don't think she was right, looking back. At least, I hope she wasn't! No, I was a kid once, even though not an entirely carefree one, not one of those amazing little creatures who look their parents in the eye and exclaim "but... I'm only a kid"! No... Those words never came out of my mouth, for goodness sake no! No, I was responsible! For almost everything! But, a kid nonetheless!

I was innocent. And I was naive! Very naive! And I had happy moments. I did play outside, even if only when we were on our family summer holidays, always in that same little village by the sea. I was a tomboy who spent all morning in the water and run on my bike with the guys all afternoon and played Asterix (we loved the role play, I was the chief's wife, possibly the only point my femininity would be hard to escape) and stayed on the beach almost until midnight, until the sand would feel cold under our bare feet and we could not keep our eyes open anymore... Yet, we would complain anyway when told it was time to go to bed :)

And I was positive and sociable and hopeful and, though I loved to play, I would not "play games", not even when the "game" with the boys started, very late admittedly in my case. No. I was honest, always followed the rules and could never stop saying exactly what I was thinking! I was a kid. And if I could remember more often how it was to be a kid, if I could mentally recreate today, in my 40s, that sense of simplicity and innocence and honesty and belief in all that's good and that everything will be ok eventually, oh, wouldn't that be so much "better than shoes"!! 

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

breakfast...

... is the most important meal of the day, but, as far as I'm concerned, is also better than shoes... but not because it is the most important meal of the day...

I have been silent... I have been sad and angry and despaired even and I have not been able to see anything "better than shoes" lately... but I got tired of mopping around and whining and cursing (although I do have a lot more cursing inside that will come out in the near future I fear...) and I decided to look closer, to pay more attention, to try to discover something "better than shoes" to lift me up and drag me out of my misery... after all, this is why I started this blog, right?

Was not the easiest thing in the world... until I realized that it was there all along, staring me in the face while I was so exhausted I was looking at it but not seeing it... And it is simply the way I start my day! It is my breakfast! No, it is not because of the healthy granola and juice and yogurt and whatnot, no! In fact, as of three days ago I gave up the buttery piece of cake I had been eating every morning in an attempt to cut down on sugar; so my breakfast is just tea with honey... No, it not the food, it is the company!

I have my breakfast at work every day with the same group of my closest friends and it is one of the best moments in my entire day (the other one being spending the evening with my better half cuddling on the sofa... oh! and lunch, sometimes, but not every day)! Those conversations, those comments, the nonsensical and the profound, the hilarious, the vulgar sometimes, the stupid and the highly intelligent but always the true and the comfortable and the cozy and the familiar... what to look forward to! Every working day! The comfort zone that offers the greatest laughs and, really, the best way to start the day, even when it seams impossible to do so... How could I have not seen that it is "better than shoes"?! How silly!

Friday, 29 August 2014

loving one's job...

They say that if you find a job you love, you won't have to work a day in your life... I haven't... so I guess that means that I will keep working...

I had very vague and undefined dreams when I was a kid about what I wanted to be when I was older... I did not know exactly what I wanted to do until I decided I wanted to be an artist and just paint for the rest of my days! My choice of future did not pass my parents' control, they said I was going to die penniless and forbade it (and if you knew my family you would get the irony of it...) but they "allowed" me to become an architect... right, more irony there, is it half of them unemployed or even more?!... Anyway, I did not make to be an architect either... but I did get an engineer's diploma... and my dreams shrunk to the size of "I want to have a secure job that allows me good quality of life"...

"Be careful what you wish"... Well, I should have been; my wish came true and for many years I actually also liked what I was doing... not "love", but "liked" a lot and, though I was still working, it was very much ok... Not any more... things have changed... I will not go into details but what I do want to say is that it must be pretty damn fabulous if one wakes up in the morning and looks forward to jump off the bed and get started doing a job they love! This cannot be an urban myth, no, I do believe that there are people like this, I wish them all the best in the world, even if it reminds me that somewhere along the way I must have made a mistake...

Yes, it must be great to love what you do everyday, to not dread it, to not loath it, to not get depressed when the weekend is over but to, maybe, even be happy you will go back to work or even not wanting to stop for the two days! Yes, it must be "better than shoes" to love your job and be happy doing it day after day... I will not know I guess... but I will still think it must be awesome!