On Management and Life

 Today I received a phone call from an acquaintance of mine, E. In a way she reminded me of a younger version of myself. We are pretty much the same age and we both lived abroad for several years. We both returned to Romania around 2017. After you live and adjust to the civilized and organized West, Romania seems to be the third world country. Basically, everything stinks and nothing works. Shitty life, shitty people.  She started to complain about how hard life is,  how no one understands her, how difficult it is to work in corporations and in public institutions. In a corporation the schedule doesn't leave to much time to have hobbies, in public institutions one doesn't get money and the tasks are not challenging. Bucharest is one messy city with air pollution, traffic that seems to be from Hell somedays, and uneducated and mean people walk around the city. I recognized an old version of myself from 2017 when I hated everything and everyone, but especially myself. At th...

The Pandemic came with a lot of isolation, digital contact and experimenting different daily routines. The most difficult step was to adjust to my own company and learning new things about myself. The summer of 2020 was also the last time were able to travel without COVID-19 tests. My friends living abroad invited me to their house in Munich for a week. M and R are a couple I admire most. They both have goals related to a healthy lifestyle and from the moment I met them they had an unconventional relationship. They know when to spend together and when to spend time apart, when to fight and when to reconcile.  Before arriving to Munich, we discussed about how happy we will be for spending time together and seeing us after a while. Somehow, I have made a list of all the museums I wanted to visit. I enjoy visiting museums abroad, learning about other culture history, art. Actually, I only managed to visit four museums during that week. That week it was about seeing healthy habits, enj...

 The renovation lasted until the Pandemic came. I still remember that in the last weekend of freedom, I had people putting the furniture together. I gathered all my forces that weekend to clean and arrange my things. My place was finally ready. I think I had three months of admiring my house in shades of gold and blue. I was contemplating at my life. The exterior didn't match the interior. Blue and gold are colors of calm, wealth, rich. Instead I was feeling all drowned, all tired, all without the passion to live. It was the time of starting to experiment. I tried to create some sort of a schedule, to experiment with food and do some housing activities. I was mainly eating sweets for breakfast, working like there is no tomorrow (8am until late night), cleaning everyday and watching Suits and Billions.  My intuition was keeping me alert that I am still working against myself. I was contemplating the colorful painting and I was feeling the hurricane inside my mind, my soul, my l...