My Finger Is Swollen After Shoveling Snow

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iciamolo well, this week is not spent in vain. A good dose of unconsciousness has undoubtedly served to overcome a crucial phase of my new work experience. Recklessness or courage? I can not say, but certainly someone put me in a position to be fearless, and then, unaware at the right point. I wonder if one day I will also have to thank him but I feel like I just crossed four lanes of a motorway and still be there, breathing heavily, but safe. It is not over here. Next week (probably Monday) will be the official investiture ceremony. Finally (?) A mine location and will start my journey solo. I do not know whether to be happy, but certainly I am heartened by the fact of not having to go through intermediate stages, and now it starts and Henceforth, in principle, I will be completely autonomous. Therefore likely that during the next week I find myself not to cross the highway lanes but tropical jungles. I will serve the unconscious? I think not. I think I will return more useful to a large dose of conscience. Until now, regardless of my level of learning, the irresponsibility of others' choices, from the unconscious (always of others), to make a difference was the courage. You are in the middle of a highway, cars whizzing at breakneck speed. The need to avoid. Ankylosed but I feel in situations of necessity, I pulled myself out of a force semidisowned. Instead be fully aware I have given the most, have gone beyond the barrier, helps reduce any doubt. "Stop bend, then you break that," he often says a colleague of mine. "We are not machines," he adds. There are, I give my contribution, I want to learn and at the end of the day I know I did my best. My conscience is fair. Will I need pills for the headaches but not to fight conflicts with my ego. The day slip away, the week also. Here's a "pro" of the situation. Feeling in the trenches and face the enemy: this is "against". I need to pull the plug. I'm satisfied, pleased me tremendously. Courage, unconsciousness, generosity: If I were to use three words to describe this stage I could not choose two others. And now here she is, step 3. It will probably be the last, the most important. In all honesty, I hoped he could get farther in time, but I did not come to terms with the unconscious (always of others). And if those are the lame learns how to limp, I'll end up being the most fearless of the brave. Crazy stuff. When you think that life has formed in a certain way you realize that nothing had yet written. Phase 3, finish.