The title of the post today I came up watching the old jug kettle (converted by me & colleague in an alternative vessel) full of mimosa.Nonostante none of us women-colleagues are accustomed to celebrate 8 March, we wish them to us fatti.Ma, there is a big ma.Siamo all remained open-mouthed when our boss came up with bunches of mimosa and for all. .. Let me be clear, I disagree with the business associated with these occurrences, nor have I ever complained to her boyfriend for a twig, giammai.Tuttavia, I found this unexpected gesture really bello.L 'I found a sign of attention, delicacy , of a mind gentile.Ed I appreciated very much.
I speak as a woman (and I think I speak for many friends) who loves the small gestures to more expensive gifts.
As I have said I have always despised this festival, because of the consumerist deviations (especially Local and shows that ridicule our genre), but I have always had respect for those American women, giving rise to the festa.E 's a bit like the upcoming March 17: I will celebrate and honor those who founded and fought for this country, not the one who leads her indecently.
thinking a bit ', after all, I find that there is still something to festeggiare.Oggi not mention those who do not deserve to be among the celebrated, but only those who are.
I celebrate my mother, my grandmother, my sister, the women in the most valuable port of cuore.Le my friends, such as spices that give Gustoy rarest color my life with their presenza.Le my colleagues, women with where I spend most of my time and with which I can confront tutto.Le my teachers and my fellow yoga, with whom I share a very important discipline
The women I meet and know my heart smile, without falsità .Quelle who can be gentle and that solidali.Quelle studying, working, putting passion and commitment in what fanno.Quelle that do not compromise and they can always look in the mirror without vergognarsi.Quelle who decide to become mothers, who retain tutto.Quelle espite the grace and sweetness that only a woman can avere.Quelle fighting for a ideale.Quelle being mobbed, denigrated, perseguitate.Quelle who spend their lives in the family or others, as well stesse.Quelle that if they are sick and those soffrono.Quelle for whom life has been unfair or that difficile.Quelle with their forces, there have fatta.Quelle who love dancing and they value the friendship. Those who love and enjoy the signs of aging, blemishes, transforming them into character and charm. Those who respect
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All these women, and you, my fellow blog that you recognize yourself in the list, congratulations!
conclude by bringing you some of the most beautiful words I have ever read, written by a small and great woman.
Keep in mind that the skin makes wrinkles, hair becomes white
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the days turn into years.
But what is important does not change;
your strength and your conviction have no age.
Your spirit is the glue of any spider.
Behind every finish line is a line of departure.
Behind every success there is another disappointment.
long as you're alive, feel alive.
If you miss what you were doing, go do it.
not live on yellowed photos ...
insist even if they expect dropouts.
not let it rust the iron in you.
Make sure that instead of compassion, take you over. When the years because
you can not run, walk fast.
When you can not walk fast, walk.
When you can not walk, use the stick.
But do not hold back ever!
Mother Teresa of Calcutta
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