SUCCESS HURTS, SICK HURTS

As I ran! The will was made of steel. I was going! I had talked to a young couple in tracksuits and sports bags that they could run ahead of me and tell them that the aunt is coming…meeen the aunt with only one leg and luggage ran just as fast. I have 35 plus years of mental training. To get something you want, it has to hurt. I often say to Abbe; success hurts, really hurts. But you quickly forget when you achieve your goals 🙏🏻♥️
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I arrived on the flight to Florence even though the airport in Frankfurt was in total snow chaos.

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Then we sat on the plane for three hours before we left...
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When I landed I hadn't eaten or gone to the toilet in over 9 hours. The will is made of steel... I finally got my rental car, upgraded to a nice automatic Audi. My wet hair probably helped 🤪 Satisfied, overjoyed to be back in Italy, I realized that the late hour served no grand meals. I remembered a McDonalds by Ikea and drove there. A wonderful young guy spoke Italian English to me and with 100% enthusiastic service he put together what in my eyes was a feast for a stomach that by then had already given up. There in the rain with a specially composed meal with different Italian versions of things that are not available in Sweden, I felt the recurring happiness of being back. Food, food is important to everyone, even if it is served on the table.

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By now the defeats should be over, but nope. A ping on the phone told me that my trip home tonight was cancelled. Boom boom boom. Hahaha... well, back to bed. New day, new opportunities.
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Today I have great fun working in the factories all day and precisely because my flight is cancelled, I can go into Florence and have a good dinner. When life serves you lemons, MAKE lemonade ♥️♥️♥️
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How are you?
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Love w. ♥️