25/01/2012

2 years...just 2 years since the last time I wrote there... it was the day of my 36th birthday...
2 years after, I am back here, just for one post...
38 years old...
38 years of life, of happiness, of sadness, of mix of billions of feelings, emotions, experiences... of very sweet moments when love comes to knock at your door, of very sad moment when death is taking away from you a father...
When I was 20, I wasn't even able to imagine I would still alive on my way to 40's...(The romantic and rock n' roll way to figure out life when you are young ...^^)
I still here, I still dreaming, I still working hard to make my dreams true.
There was 2 years, when I closed this blog, I was at the end of a long part of my life (more than 10 years) working as an art teacher and visual art director. Since, I found the energy to turn this page, to open a new one and I am now a chef, working in a resto and preparing my culinary degree for june, preparing myself for a new existence, wild open on the world arround me...
I am nobody else than me, an average french guy, coming from blue worker familly, educated but just enough to fight in this rude world... I am just me with my dreams and my desire to realise most of them...
If in your life, you feel like having the desire, the need to make a big jump in a new life, a new adventure, the need to dare, just do it, it is not more risky than to not take the risk and to realise after many years that you missed something...
It is never easy... at least one time a day I wonder if I made the right choice...it can be even rude, but we should all try, because we are all able to make dreams come true !
After 2 years, not even sure someone stills read this blog, so maybe let's say that it is a note to self I let visible in case..;)



Séb

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

-Anaïs Nin