A mai trecut un an / Another year has gone

Stimata audienta, Sunt obosita, groaznic de obosita. De munca, de viata, de trebi... Azi a trecut un an de cand am schimbat ceva, in bine, sau in rau, depinde de ziua in care lansez afirmatia, de starea de spirit si de cantitatea de neuroni cazuti la datorie in perioada cu pricina. A fost un an bun, in care am contribuit sarguincios la consolidarea carierei mele de profesionist in "tainele comunicarii", dar si un an care mi-a brazdat cateva riduri adevarate pe frunte. Firul de par alb de care ma plangeam cu alte ocazii a cazut si el prada oboselii si asediului indarjit al periei, deci am scapat macar de stresul unei ierni timpurii in plete... Sa-mi fie de bine, sa am un an de doua ori mai bun, daca se poate :), si poate reusesc sa ma odihnesc in timp ce lucrez, daca nu cumva cer prea mult...

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Dear audience, I'm tired, terribly tired. Of work, of life, of stuff... Today it's been a year since I changed something, for the better, or for the worse, depending on the day I launch the statement, the mood and the amount of neurons fallen to duty in that period. It has been a good year, in which I have contributed diligently to the consolidation of my career as a professional in the "mysteries of communication", but also a year that has furrowed some real wrinkles on my forehead. The white hair I used to complain about on other occasions also fell prey to fatigue and the relentless siege of the brush, so I at least escaped the stress of an early winter in my hair... May I have a year twice as good, if possible :), and may I manage to rest while I work, unless I ask for too much...