Ok, I am one year older. That´s fine. The work life was never so balanced and floating as now. I feel being mother, wife, an author, editor and a friend as equal. Anyway I do not want live such unsatisfying life as Tchechov´s wife. It is funny how the right books and people coming to my life JUST in the proper moment. That´s it. Total happiness is bullshit, total depression as well. Let´s use those melancholic minutes, hours and days to grow. To work on the art and to feel the inner child. To respect all and everything…