Sorry to disappoint people, is something that saddens me deeply.
And, in this case, I say this only because I'm disappointing my 4 readers not keeping the promise of a culinary blog, but also because that's what I seem to live in front of the errors that inevitably are subject to when working .
I feel like a little girl in the face of errors: living things as a school or, worse, come se fossero i miei genitori quelli che mi puniscono.
Il prossimo salto educativo che mi aspetta è riuscire a prendermi le mie responsabilità da persona adulta, e non da eterna bambina. Dal mio gergo devono uscire le parole "punizione" e "colpa"e tutta questa famiglia di significati.
Di certo, rispetto agli errori, c'è che sbaglio a pensarla così e a pensare che sia una mia responsabilità essere sempre all'altezza della situazione.
E poi io odio sbagliare, è l'altro lato della medaglia: non so sbagliare in modo costruttivo e mi costa tantissimo sbagliare.
Poi si insedia in me il percorso dannato dell'orgoglio ferito e quel senso sottile di umiliazione e di "sbagliato" (sentirsi "sbagliati", as out of place) that definitely puts me in mind of the meal to be just that for others to become what it wrong.
I become what I feel wrong and wrong is still under observation and chain: in short, I live very badly, really badly.
I just want to find someone to guide me and teach me to be a person more humble and sometimes stronger than at other times it is so difficult to find someone to teach me how to maximize what they are?
Only that part better than me, that makes me a complete human being, a real creature with a piece of God inside of me and into the things I do.
all. I miss driving, I want a guide to accompany me for a while and then let me be just what they are.
Why do I feel incomplete, I feel poorly represented by my actions of this period, sometimes really afraid to go out to the surface only for mistakes I make.
The other only when they see me wrong, possible? (A rhetorical question, 4 readers, I know).
Everything here, everything here: it's a bad night, I just needed to share it with myself and with you. Anyone who knows me knows that I then pass. How did
passes.
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