I am slightly shocked.

The hard work I had put for 2 years has borne sweet fruit.

I could almost believe that there is some justice in the world. Thankfully, I have a strong enough faith in randomness not to allow myself to be fooled.

Mission accomplished for now

I have found myself for once in the right place at the right time.

This means I am going to have proper holidays next summer.

Twists and turns

I find it kind of spooky when I wish for a chance and I get one.

I don't mind losing my faith once in a while. I know in my heart I'll find it again sooner or later and this knowledge gives me enough comfort to carry on.

Another work year gone by

Things have not quite worked out the way I had wanted them. In fact, what I would have described as my worst nightmare when I started this job has turned into reality.

Nevertheless, I've taken a few turns that lead to a path which might prove more suitable and meaningful in the long run.

Sometimes it takes a failure to push one out of complacency.

Beyond sentimentality

Love seems to be more about one's capacity to care and to be curious about the other rather than about excitement and idealisation.

But the secret lies in one's ability to process hatred. There is no love unless one accepts and goes beyond the hatred that comes with the frustrations caused by imperfect intimacy.

(These days people who like to see me smile make me happy...)

Yesterday I found

my Oedipal Complex staring at my face.

Such impudence.

Πονάει η ψυχούλα μου

There are phrases that don't make as much sense when I attempt to translate them in English from Greek.

'Psyche' just doesn't sound the same as 'ψυχή'. It doesn't convey the same emotional content.

Sometimes it hurts me to have to describe emotions in a language different than my maternal. They don't ring true.