What goes around comes around

Ever heard about the "kicked in the ass by karma" thing. Well I have, and it seams that I'm living it. How does it feel? Like a fat annoying man rubbing against you on the bus...that's how bad it is. You can't have it all, they say, but why can't you have a bit of everything?

I know it's my fault and that my attitude is wrong, but where the hell is my invisibility coat when I need it? That might be my only chance to stop making bad decisions and being a fool. This has definitely been a very bad year on a personal level...very bad. That should change next year, and if it doesn't get better, at least I hope it's going to be neutral.

I'm working on that list, and my mind keeps adding new things by the minute. I'm turning 25, quarter of a century and I believe half way through life. Not only should I start anti aging cream, but also reflect on my values and switch my priorities.

My Sun(ny)day

Strange enough, while the weekdays are extremely cold, the weekends are super shiny. As the girls said, the dogs from the association must have their little paws crossed the whole week and pray for a shiny weekend, so they can get adopted and visited at the shelter by lots of people.

I started going to the shelter again, since the cold came. Though I've been there before at the beginning of the year, I skipped during summer. Now, when I went back, I really felt like crying...it was a mix of excitement and happiness to see the dogs again and the sadness of seeing them THERE. It's obvious that for some of them the hope for adoption doesn't exist....and they might spend their whole dog life in that field. At the same time, a whole new row of pens has been build which means that their numbers grew.

Today was one of those Sundays...beautiful weather, lots of people and happy tails. We fed them, cleaned the pens, cleaned around the pens, changed their water, fixed some of the doghouses and loved them. They seamed the happiest creatures on earth. I love to see them happy...especially when I know their sad stories.

I am super tired, but very content for sharing a bit of my time and heart in a worth-full way.

Miami

I realized that I have no spoof about my trip to Miami. It's been almost two months since I went back to the big S. I guess I didn't write anything about the trip because it wasn't that exciting. Strange, but true. I was missing the vibe of the city, I guess it's just not my type of city. 

I spent my first days at the conference, not visiting much...except for the conference room and expensive restaurants. I stayed at The National and had a grand view. The hotel staff read my mind and gave me a beautiful ocean view room. My first jet lagged nights were marvellous nights spent watching out the window and listening to the ocean. Missing the sunrise typical Bolero, I watched the sun raise up from the ocean surrounding itself with a beautiful red blooded curtain.

My first visit outside the hotel was the beach...I can't even remember how I got there, it seamed to be just behind the hotel...just when I got back I realized that I've been walking for a while. The beach was simply beautiful...and after first seeing it, I couldn't wait to go there again and take a swim in the ocean. And that's just what I did as soon as the conference ended. South Beach is really small so as soon as I moved to the hostel, I took a long walk and saw everything there was, bought souvenirs, and then I spent the extra day and a half I had...at the beach. I was completely sun burned, so sun burned that I had to wear a skirt on my flight back, but I just couldn't leave the soft burning sand and the crystal clear water. That was the best thing about Miami...but I'm sure beach paradises can be found in many other places around the world, even better ones. 

It was a great place for complete relaxation...I would go back, but not alone...it has a great wild side that I'd also like to experience.