no, that is not it either

you thought that i was going to bare my soul here? nope. that is not it either.

still this thing with the feeling does not let me alone.

here i am thinking of my taxes, tax declarations, and all that good stuff which involves giving the government some money so that later they can pay for my trips to istanbul and other good stuff, like roads and trash collection. i have however a problem with the trash collection thing. in bern one still has to put a stamp on the trash bag so that the garbage collectors will take it. no, i don't have a dog and don't pay dog taxes.

back to the fucking taxes! yes, that is how i feel about it. i am as social an animal as any other, and i have no issue with the basic idea of paying taxes, however when it comes to my own declarations... i'll do just about anything to get out of it.

yes, there are some good stories to tell about me and the local tax office, slowly i am looking at it as lessons in modesty. i am actually starting to like the people at the tax office, they have tremendous understanding for the chaos in my life, and the utter mess in my accounting.

saturday: katas, shopping, laundry, and ...

woke up really early, before the alarm went off at 5!

so i am excited about something that i thought would leave me totally indifferent, it does not, and i am not going to tell you what it is. it ain't sex, it is something better.

i am feeling good, however when it comes to managing all the stuff on my desk, i feel that i need to hold my breath and just dive into it, if i do NOT, it will chew my head off. obviously, i am talking about taxes.

after a few years my saturdays in berne are starting to have a certain routine, and then maybe not, the next two weekends it may all be very different. the "usual" which is something rare with me is starting to be to go to karate kata training in the morning, then shower, shopping for fresh food, and do the laundry. exciting, ain't it?

today, if i could sing, i would sing "i feel good"

a letter to: family, friends, and fools

that is to whom this blog is written for, i am in the category "fools," thus once more this is for me.

when in the spring of 2001 at the trafal beach, near quarteira, i screamed out loud and cried finally recalling that dream that i had forgotten long ago, that is, my longing to spend more time at that beach and my need to write, then my life took one irreversible turn and started getting back to my dreams, my life, my joy. ever since that day, i have produced one breakdown after the next, never did i question my resolve. challenge has been not missing in my life, not within the past three years, and not in the past odd forty years since i was born.

they say that it takes a lot of discipline to work from home, i know they are right, and i know that there is nothing i enjoy more than producing what needs to be produced to reach one's chosen goals.

what often gets in my way are these uninvited guests, my feelings, and often i really do not know what to do with all of it. i have decided to warehouse them right here in this blog and in doing that let you know my answer to that question "how are you today?"

your comments, rants, and feedback will be read and appreciated.

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