English vs Italian

Italy, morning

This morning I woke up thinking about work. Thinking about what my uncle told me on sunday. That when you started to be threatened it is difficult to find a way out, that when you are in your 30th you can recycle yourself better than when you are in your 40th and that I should start to think about other options if I don't want to risk to arrive at 40 without job. Of course this was not the best thing to tell me now since I am down, I am already worried about my future, I am working a lot trying to finish as many things as possible and I am trying to take the best decisions for my future. But anyway, I guess my uncle is like this because he is worried for me, like everyone else in my family.
Yesterday I wanted to write a blog, but I didn't feel like writing it in English. So, I decided that I will write a bit in English and a bit in Italian, depending on my mood. If someone doesn't understand one or the other language, he/she can always use the google translator, which doesn't translate perfectly well, but it helps to at least get an idea of the meaning of the blog.