I have just a call for a work interview tomorrow at 12.
My heart is racing as if I have just got a call from the love of my life -as if I have one lool - but I notice that my entire organism is racing and that I am deeply happy and daydreaming.
I am a person who is made to work. I once wondered about that , If I was meant to be Dady's girl and just spend my time doing soft stuff as reading and writing.
But am not , I exist to work , to know a hundred new people a day , to say 12 thousand words a day and get in and out of trouble. Its this way or else I am depressed.
Ya Rabb :)