Sysiphus

I was just chatting this morning with a good friend of mine about a sensation, a feeling that I had constantly back in Madrid.
That bothering feeling was similar, at least on my imagination, to what Sysiphus could feel moving a big boulder up a hill to see exactly the same boulder afterward falling downhill again.
Somehow I feel like I left that big rock back there in Spain, somewhere between the airport and my private practice. Hope nobody finds it.
To clarify what I’m trying to say, the step of coming here was necessary, almost mandatory to cut the ropes and to keep evolving. So, even when I have a hard time here, I’m really proud of having come here, feeling lighter and more able.
A toast for it!
Cheers!

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