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  • En mode (re)découverte de cet équilibre qui m'est propre. J'aime chanter, le tai chi, lire, écrire, rire...apporter du bien être aux autres et profiter du quotidien.
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1 juillet 2009 3 01 /07 /juillet /2009 19:09
This morning, too tired to be able to let the work thoughts out, no availability for the environment on my morning trip, hearing bird calls mixed with work conversation in my head. Gone through my arabic lesson without too much difficulties, even starting to feel the need to use these words I repeat for six months now, which is good, since it means my time talking to myself is hopefully coming to an end.

on the whole floor
heat hits first as a smell
sticking to the wall

Morning work OK, easily better than yesterday, things are slowly going back to order.  Feel a weight on my chest which after all just means we are going through a pollution peak today, not surprising during a heat wave. Speaking with others, seems that I just discovered the adult life. Sob.

After afternoon meetings, held in meeting rooms that used to be air conditioned but are not any more - we should rename the rooms after desert environment creatures instead of north europe trees, imagine a work meeting in lizard room - we are soaked in our shirts after only fifteen minutes, trying to find the good balance between moving a fan and not moving anything, hoping the sweat drops above our heads will not suddenly glide and fall down our neck and back. Not the better incentive to focus on the agenda.

steering committee
arms attached to my side
sweat soaked and smiling

On the way back, connecting with new people, taking another steam bath in the first train with all my fellow parisian inhabitants, among which some are speaking very loudly to their phone. Got some idea now of what it is to be a gas molecule submitted to compression, after all these years.

Finally home, taking my shoes and my suit off is enough today to make me feel only father and husband. Each day brings me farther on the long and winding road, the one where I can deal with surprises and situations without shouting and looking daggers.

on the long road
less a son more a father
coming of age

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