Slowly getting back to it

With the lil help of my Xmas elves, I'm getting back to it :)
(thank you Jenny for your email :-))

It's been been and still is some kind of weird time, fighting for bloody money, works, trying to make my babes happy, forgetting myself a bit too much in the whole process...

Time to multitask even more, for the best.

Little pride

When someone ask about my job... I naturally answer I am a a part-time painter and part-time assistant in humanitarian organisation.
The feed back is so positive that it makes me proud. A bit. If I can succeed in both jobs, I will be really proud.

the Killing

I've survived the Killing.

I thought no gossip could ever touch me. But for some days, it did. Maybe because I wasn't the only one concerned. I lost control over some situation and I really do hate that.

People wanting to hurt someone, I don't get it.
People might want to hurt when they are deeply jealous. But jealous of what? My life? really? I don't get it.

I don't even know who really wanted to hurt me but it's been a success.
I'm done with it but won't forget it.

In that collage, I've been about every character behind the iron bars. Today I am the pink haired one, on the top left :)

Value on blood and sweat

Suddenly I realized I hadn't put any price for my paintings (for my 2 months' exhibition).
Art and biz ... what a mess!

So people there can get me on their walls if they can afford at least 150 euros... lol. I'm just expensive!

Temps modernes ?

..Just stressing Paris? Or a mom on her own ?

it's 7.30pm
Rushing back from work, taking lil time for the babes that have been on their own for some time after holiday camp.
Rushing out to the veterinary, with Morphine and the devils, before I'd pay twice the price because it's already night schedule.
Rushing back home, giving Morphine her lil medication.

Then rushing out again because a mom had promised her babes they would get new stuff for school. And they wouldn't wait.

Back home. It's 10.00pm. Gotta feed the devils.
But super happy devils just back from shopping by night.

..And then the sofa was mine, not even energy to check for the snail mail (invoices for sure) I got.

Well.. Super happy devils is motivating enough :)

Adjusting

A new job is pretty hard. Working in a social environment is just like landing on another planet.
Today I arrived at work, found a homeless one in front of the still closed door, surrounded by his bros and sis. He was on the floor, bleeding. Huge injury in his head, he had just fallen really badly after an epileptic crisis.

I helped the way I could, put handkerchiefs on his bleeding head (as firemen told me on the phone) and waited for the emergency help.

Then I started my day, a bit shocked I reckon.

And I thought I was busy?? ha!

Oh God, my new job is very interesting but very demanding on many levels. Without talking of the time spent in metro and tramway.

I finished tonight at 6.30pm, came back home, exhausted, grabbed my sport-bag (the devils are with their dads on Tuesday's evening), when to sweat for 1 hour, finally left by 9.30pm, went for food shopping and I'm just back.

Tomorrow morning, I gotta contact the school very early for summer camp for the kids, then rush to work, then rush back around here to take the kids who will be at a neighbour's till I come back from work.

Meanwhile, there are a hundred of things I gotta do, my head is about to explode : )

And meanwhile really... I gotta get a life!

Tell me it won't be that speed and that hard all the time....

You said any opportunity?

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Body pump, attack, combat & now Zumba!

One thing that really helps me to be strong enough and not too down is sport. When everything collapses around and I can still push my body to limits with sport, then I believe I can succeed with everything.
It's absolutely astonishing how it does matter today.

On Sunday, I joined a special session of Zumba (hip-hop & Latin dance-inspired fitness program) for 2 hours.
Well I hated zumba before but... I just dived into it, feeling I needed that besides musculation & fitness. It was so exhausting and so cool.

Below are two choreographies that we do in Zumba. I tell you, when *you* do it, it's super fun, when you watch it, it's fun too ;-)

the Job

Tomorrow, job interview, at 2.00pm, 9th arrondissement, for %%o%ù (fainting with feet pleasure)

Wish me luck!

edit : the interview went pretty well yesterday, so I gotta wait and see if I'll be part of the 3 last ones to get a second job interview : ) ... If it does not work, then... great training for the next one!

Addiction

No sport in two days and I feel kinda down. I know, oh god i knowwwww it comes directly from lack of it, that's pretty scary.
I'll spend the week training by myself this time... hard to add sport to super busy days!