I think 'll have to rename this blog soon.
"Balls of Sydney" that makes him more too ... And it's part of grieving I gotta do I guess (not search, I have the full dvd of Dr. Phil I know what I mean).
Say IT'S OVER notion comes slowly in my skull, through my days in Paris (and great shots of Ricard course). Of will and strength, our life goes on here.
Everyday life in France is more depth and reality, as and as our life in Australia will disappear. "Leaving it to die a little" said Alphonse Allais ... You're quite right Alphonse some mornings, I feel like an amputee, not really here, not really there. Right in the middle where everything is uncertain and painful.
But after death comes rebirth. Finally
normally ...
I take this special time to ask me questions (where are we? Or are we going? Know ...), I do not know in particular about my work. In this approach, I started a skills assessment with the ANPE in recent weeks. I told myself that it was now or never to see how it goes elsewhere.
The goal is to talk about her experience, her desires. The fact it is in a context other than a recruitment is very different, very interested, but sometimes difficult. Back on his failures, to expose its qualities and faults, coldly analyze his behavior, experiences, they are all professionals, it is sometimes grind some stuff inside ...
fact remains that after a few sessions, still nothing, RAS, nada, that quick. Talking about yourself, it's great (do not pretend everyone loves to talk about oneself, even you there), but how to translate in practice? How to find new tracks with all this matter? In short, I advance not too much, even if to débrouissaller all that good. We will see in a few weeks ... (If it is, I'm made to be Pole Dancer and I knew it!).
Advantage concrete anyway: it allows me to screw around with peace of mind: it is logically not very wise to seek a job in the balance sheet. It was not me who said that the lady's job center:).
So, as I have no right to seek a job: Cassos again on vacation in 2 weeks. Why deprive ourselves of a beautiful Indian summer when you have nothing else to do but watch the sun shines? I was hired as a deckhand on a small sailboat for a week, probably due to my undeniable talent to clean up a bridge, predicting tides, watch the horizon of inspired air, all that what. We leave to the conquest of Belle-Ile, and Houat Hoedic with and thanks to my dear cousin and her very dear husband (ze skipper) and their three children (sailors like myself, except I think I'll order them anyway ).
I also take this break to tidy my sunny life here, just update with the government (this part was of course there is always a nightmare, I reassure you), go swimming, bitching, register library, fix my bike, call my mom to say nothing.
Take time, finally ...
PS: If you have ideas to rename this place, tell me! After all, this is for you that I started;).
PPS: The photo is a picture that has nothing to do I know. I was just looking pretty and a picture ... here.
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