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2011


Now we are all full of good intentions, wishes and positive energy. That is the magic of new beginnings and the illusion of start over. These new year it is full of new resolutions, things like:
-I will join to the gym but this time I WILL go!,
-I will start to eat less fat trans or sugar,
-I will go for a run even when is Portland cold rain.
-I will save 100 buck per week.
And so and so...It is funny, lots of them are relative to lose those extra pounds for the holidays food....

I like that magic, that illusion, that good energy, but I also like the reality, the true!. And it is because of that love for the true the my new year resolutions are maybe simples and complicate at the same time:
+ I will keep doing all that I can for be happier,
+ I will keep loving my husband in the crazy why I all ready do,
+ I'll lose some of my daily time thinking in what to post on my blog this month... :)
+ An I will find my entrepreneur spirit and make my ideas of business realities.

Happy New year to all!

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