“Life is one” and today is not going to be tomorrow!

Talk to you about my time at this period of my life makes me feel a little bit uncomfortable because it means stress. It makes me think about my attitude towards life. So, I would defined myself to you as a tense person because I thing I’m not calm although I consider myself down-to earth. These thoughts probably are because I’ve got too much to do and everything I do I try to do the best as possible. I know theory about managing my time very well but the problem becomes when you haven’t learnt to say “NO”, and you don’t want to give anything up.

Nowadays, there have been many changes since those days. We live in a society that it’s always in a hurry and everybody seems to have coped with it. The more things you do, the best you are! We mustn’t forget to sit back and have a breather once in a while.

I think I can not say “I make a good use of my time”. This is not my personal perception. I occasionally have time to look myself in the mirror. In spite of the belief that there are lots of things that help you to organise your time as keep a diary, don’t procrastinate things to do or don’t leave assignments until the last minute, I never feel completely satisfied. In connection with this development, it is clear my personal problem with time is taking on too much.

To conclude I would like to said that management of time it’s a question of personality. “I wish the day had forty eight hours”, it’s a thought we would try to avoid. Personally, I wish I could learn to manage my time better and I wish it’d be soon!

Don’t forget: “Life is one” and today is not going to be tomorrow!

HAVE YOU EVER WALKED IN FIELDS OF BARLEY?

FIELDS OF GOLD by Eva Cassidy

You'll remember me when the west wind moves

Upon the fields of barley

You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky

As we walk in the fields of gold
So she took her love

For to gaze awhile

Upon the fields of barley

In his arms she fell as her hair came down

Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love

Among the fields of barley

We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky

As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so

Upon the fields of barley

Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth

Among the fields of goldI never made promises lightly

And there have been some that I've broken

But I swear in the days still left

We'll walk in the fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days

Among the fields of barley

See the children run as the sun goes down

Among the fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves

Upon the fields of barley

You can tell the sun in his jealous sky

When we walked in the fields of gold

When we walked in the fields of gold

It's raining cats and dogs!

"The next time it begins to rain... lie down on your belly,nestle your chin into the grass, and get a frog's-eyeview of how raindrops fall... The sight of hundreds ofblades of grass bowing down and popping back uplike piano keys strikes me as one of the merriest sightsin the world."

"Malcolm Margolin"