I remember
when life was slow.
In my
country, kids enjoy a solid three months summer break from school (albeit they
have very few days off during the rest of the year). When I was a kid, living
in the countryside, we enjoyed a lot of freedom.
Most of the
kids I knew had chores to do in the morning, and then, from noon to supper
(which would be typically at 7.30 or 8 PM were completely free. Most of us had
bikes, and living by a lake offered infinite opportunities, from swimming, to
diving, to explore small canyons, anything really.
But looking
back, what really pops into my mind was a lazy rainy afternoon spent watching
the Olympic games (something that involved horse I remember) with my mother,
who apparently was also able to waste time as well (she was a teacher, so she
too had a long summer break).
I am kinda
jealous about this – I’ve just booked an appointment with the hairdresser… at
7AM tomorrow morning, which sounds downright wrong, but I’m so glad he’s agreed
to see me that early.
But let’s
face it, tomorrow the official communication is coming, I’m getting promoted to
non equity partner, and celebration is in order. My friend Daniela is becoming
equity partner, Matt as well, we’ve booked the winery in the city center, and
life is good right? I just hope to fit into that blue dress from last summer’s
weddings.
