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Sat in the plane. Smiled. Planes give me the thrill of going somewhere, of visiting a new or an old place or the joy of just going home, like in this occasion. Happiness. Grabbed the in-flight magazine and noticed some papers in between. "What is anxiety? How to overcome anxiety?" Text highlighted by the passenger who sat in the exact same plane, in the exact same seat I was sitting in now, only some hours before, but, who unlike myself, was probably not happy. Depression. Arrived home. Late on a Friday. Very late for a flight but very early for a Spanish Friday party. Again the immense joy of being with my parents, with boyfriend husband, of seeing my friends, of new announcements of weddings, new babies, healthy growing ones and the memories and gossips from high school times. Happiness. Back in the plane. Took off. Paris. Train delayed. Suicidal accident blocking traffic. Depression.

Despite working on financial access and responsible finance issues the closest contact that I have had to somebody remotely poor lately is with the Bangladeshi cleaner who hoovers my office every day. I welcome her everyday with a big smile. Always smaller than hers. The bindi, long black crispy hair, white teeth and shiny eyes of this tiny women remind me day after day that I should work to give opportunities to people who do not have them. I think I need to get out of posh and stupid Saint Germain right now.

The headline would go along these lines: "99 percent of the youngsters between 25-35 are going through a crisis of extreme insatiability" I am not sure if 99 percent of that group population suffers from that but that same percentage of my friends certainly do experience acute insatiability. Me included. I think this permanent impossibility of feeling satiated or fulfilled stems from the fact that we have too many choices. The days are too short. The to-do lists are too long, the dreams too large. Mobility is not an issue anymore, we can work from here, from there or from both. Choices might seem something good at first but they can lead to many suboptimal decisions and specially to wasting valuable time that could be used for something satiating like doing sports, sharing time with friends or family, or volunteering. Instead too many choices mean too many minutes evaluating the pros and cons of x versus y versus z. The four hour week blog is written by a guy who is more a ...

Volunteerism + Tourism Voluntourism

My bestfriend (BF) has subscribed to http://www.match.com/ . I promised my BF (using Mrs. Moneypenny techniques here*) I will treat this confidentially. Meaning 1- I won't disclose his/her name, gender and 2-I will respect number 1 if BF keeps sharing match.com insights with me. I am seriously tempted to subscribe to match.com. My boyfriend husband thinks I do not need it. I obviously don't, I found the perfect match 2795 days ago, but I twitter, blog, facebook, asmallworld, decayenne, am I really up to date in the business if I do not try online or speed dating? I feel virtually incomplete. Online matching services seem quite a resource to couple finding. I hear that in India, Shaadi http://www.shaadi.com/ does wonders. I used to be quite conservative with this virtual or matrimonial agencies, that could not be 'love'...I think it all changed at the age of 10. My mum and dad were friends with a couple who used to come home quite often. I remember that the lady spoke a...