{"id":1720,"date":"2009-11-24T09:00:01","date_gmt":"2009-11-24T07:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=1720"},"modified":"2010-05-07T21:59:35","modified_gmt":"2010-05-07T19:59:35","slug":"a-jar-of-hope","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=1720","title":{"rendered":"A jar of hope !"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je crois en ma bonne \u00e9toile.<\/p>\n

J’ai de la chance, je le sais.
\nAlors quand j’ai peur, pour chasser le mauvais sort, je liste mentalement tout ce qui pourrait mal se passer.
\nParce que si j’y pense \u00e7\u00e0 n’arrivera pas.
\nParce que la vie aime plaisanter et me faire des surprises.<\/p>\n

Parfois ce sont des petites surprises toutes simples comme les petites co\u00efncidences qui me font (sou)rire.
\nParfois des \u00e9normes cadeaux comme l’arriv\u00e9e – inattendue – de James.<\/p>\n

Je crois que les choses arrivent pour des raisons … que la raison … blablabla …<\/p>\n

Je crois que ce que je veux dire est que je suis optimiste.
\nPleine d’optimisme pour l’avenir …
\nParce que les surprises je les aime.
\nTout simplement.<\/p>\n

\"jar-o-optimism\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Jar o’ optimism buttons<\/strong> by Reed Seifer
\nDisponible @ Supermarket<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je crois en ma bonne \u00e9toile. J’ai de la chance, je le sais. Alors quand j’ai peur, pour chasser le mauvais sort, je liste mentalement tout ce qui pourrait mal se passer. Parce que si j’y pense \u00e7\u00e0 n’arrivera pas. Parce que la vie aime plaisanter et me faire des surprises. Parfois ce sont […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[218],"tags":[32,396],"class_list":["post-1720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-les-mamans","tag-accessoires","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-rK","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1720"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}