Hoy tenía pensado escribir sobre tantas cosas... Pero nada oye, ha sido sentarme frente al teclado y os puedo asegurar que llevo más de 40 minutos mirando la pantalla en Babia. Supongo que me hubiera gustado hablaros de lo que este mes tan especial supone para mí, hasta que me he dado cuenta de que, en realidad, ya no significa tanto...
Recuerdo que cuando era niña febrero era, sin duda alguna, uno de mis meses favoritos. Un mes lleno de fechas que celebrar y, lo más importante, rodeada de la gente a la que quería.
Primero San Valentín... Un día de esos que parece que empieza a cobrar sentido cuando tienes pareja pero que, si lo analizas bien, no tiene ninguna lógica. Recuerdo que de pequeña no entendía mucho en que consistía, así que me dedicaba a regalarle a mis padres corazones, bombones y cosas por el estilo, al fin y al cabo, ellos eran (y son, no se os olvide) mis verdaderos amores. "San Valentín debería celebrarse todos los días", dicen algunos. Y coincido con ellos, sí, de hecho, hace tiempo que decidí (de común acuerdo, ¿eh?) no celebrar este día de una manera especial, pero ¿es qué alguien me va a decir que no le hace ilusión que le regalen un ramo de rosas el 14 de febrero?
Luego mi cumpleaños... Ese día tan especial en el que me esperaban cajas y cajas de regalos envueltos con papel rosita o de muñequitos (siempre he sido muy cursi), que desenvolvía impaciente (sin romper el papel, por supuesto) y con toda la ilusión del mundo. Porque lo realmente importante entonces no era solo el contenido del paquete (que también, para qué engañarnos), sino el cariño con el que se hacía el regalo y la ilusión que suponía darlo y recibirlo. Pero hace tiempo ya que los paquetes rositas se ha convertido en un "toma, para que te compres lo que quieras" y, qué queréis que os diga, no es lo mismo. ¿Por qué nos volvemos tan fríos cuando nos vamos haciendo mayores? Vale que lo de la piñata y los globos ya como que no, pero os podéis creer que este año nadie (salvo mi marido y mi peque, que me lo cantaron nada más abrir la pestaña) me ha cantado el Cumpleaños Feliz. Tal vez penséis que no tiene tanta importancia como pretendo darle, pero creo que los pequeños detalles son los que deberíamos valorar realmente, y no lo que venga dentro del sobre o el importe de la tarjeta regalo.
Además del mío, en febrero celebrabamos el cumpleaños de muchas otras personas que fueron muy importantes durante aquellos años, y digo fueron porque, desafortunadamente, la vida, el destino o lo que sea que haya (si es que hay algo) ha separado nuestros caminos. El motivo no me lo preguntéis, porque no lo sé. Tal vez la decisión no fuera mía, al fin y al cabo yo era muy pequeña entonces, pero lo cierto es que tampoco he puesto remedio alguno nunca. Aunque puede que haya llegado ya ese día en el que dejar de perpetuar las decisiones que otros tomaron por mí, tomar las riendas del asunto y que el próximo febrero podamos estar hablando de otra cosa, ¿no?
Y al final, he acabado escribiendo demasiado, como siempre (gracias por escucharme-leerme)
¡Feliz viernes!
Además del mío, en febrero celebrabamos el cumpleaños de muchas otras personas que fueron muy importantes durante aquellos años, y digo fueron porque, desafortunadamente, la vida, el destino o lo que sea que haya (si es que hay algo) ha separado nuestros caminos. El motivo no me lo preguntéis, porque no lo sé. Tal vez la decisión no fuera mía, al fin y al cabo yo era muy pequeña entonces, pero lo cierto es que tampoco he puesto remedio alguno nunca. Aunque puede que haya llegado ya ese día en el que dejar de perpetuar las decisiones que otros tomaron por mí, tomar las riendas del asunto y que el próximo febrero podamos estar hablando de otra cosa, ¿no?
Y al final, he acabado escribiendo demasiado, como siempre (gracias por escucharme-leerme)
¡Feliz viernes!
Today
he planned to write about so many things ... But no sound, has been
sitting at the keyboard and I can assure you that I take more than 40
minutes at the screen in the clouds. I guess I would have liked to speak of what this special month means
to me, until I realized that I actually no longer means much ...
I remember as a child in February was, without doubt, one of my favorite months. A month full of dates to celebrate and, most importantly, surrounded by the people I wanted.
First Valentine ... One of these days it seems that begins to make sense when you have a partner but if you analyze it well, has no logic. I remember as a small not understand much that was, so I used to give to my parents' hearts, chocolates and the like, the end of the day, they were (and are, I will not forget) my true loves. "Valentine's Day should be celebrated every day," some say. And I agree with them, yes, in fact, while I decided (in agreement, huh?) Did not celebrate this day in a special way, but is it what someone's going to say no is looking forward to gifting her a bouquet of roses on February 14?
Then my birthday ... That special day where I hoped boxes and gift boxes wrapped with paper dolls rosita or (I've always been very cheesy), which unfolded impatient (without tearing paper, of course) and all the illusion. Because what is really important then was not only the contents of the package (which also, what fool), but the affection with which the gift and the illusion that supposed give and receive it became. But while since buttered packages has become a "jack, so you buy what you want" and what want to tell you, is not the same. Why did we become so cold when we get older? It it the piñata and balloons and as not, but you can you believe that this year nobody (except my husband and small, who sang me just open the tab) sang me Happy Birthday. You may think it is not as important as I intend to give, but I think the small details that really ought to value, not what comes in the envelope or the amount of the gift card.
In addition to the mine, in February we celebrated the birthday of many other people who were very important during those years, and I say were because, unfortunately, life, fate or whatever you have (if anything) has separated our ways . Why not ask me, because I do not know. Perhaps the decision is not mine, the end of the day I was very young then, but the truth is that not have put any remedy ever. Although you may have already arrived that day in which stop perpetuating the decisions that others took for me to take the reins of matter and next February we may be talking about something else, right?
And finally, I have finished writing too, as always (thanks for read me)
Happy Friday!
I remember as a child in February was, without doubt, one of my favorite months. A month full of dates to celebrate and, most importantly, surrounded by the people I wanted.
First Valentine ... One of these days it seems that begins to make sense when you have a partner but if you analyze it well, has no logic. I remember as a small not understand much that was, so I used to give to my parents' hearts, chocolates and the like, the end of the day, they were (and are, I will not forget) my true loves. "Valentine's Day should be celebrated every day," some say. And I agree with them, yes, in fact, while I decided (in agreement, huh?) Did not celebrate this day in a special way, but is it what someone's going to say no is looking forward to gifting her a bouquet of roses on February 14?
Then my birthday ... That special day where I hoped boxes and gift boxes wrapped with paper dolls rosita or (I've always been very cheesy), which unfolded impatient (without tearing paper, of course) and all the illusion. Because what is really important then was not only the contents of the package (which also, what fool), but the affection with which the gift and the illusion that supposed give and receive it became. But while since buttered packages has become a "jack, so you buy what you want" and what want to tell you, is not the same. Why did we become so cold when we get older? It it the piñata and balloons and as not, but you can you believe that this year nobody (except my husband and small, who sang me just open the tab) sang me Happy Birthday. You may think it is not as important as I intend to give, but I think the small details that really ought to value, not what comes in the envelope or the amount of the gift card.
In addition to the mine, in February we celebrated the birthday of many other people who were very important during those years, and I say were because, unfortunately, life, fate or whatever you have (if anything) has separated our ways . Why not ask me, because I do not know. Perhaps the decision is not mine, the end of the day I was very young then, but the truth is that not have put any remedy ever. Although you may have already arrived that day in which stop perpetuating the decisions that others took for me to take the reins of matter and next February we may be talking about something else, right?
And finally, I have finished writing too, as always (thanks for read me)
Happy Friday!
