New Years eve is my favorite day of the year.
Since I was a child I waited for it impatiently. Since I can remember, I have always wrote my resolutions, do the rituals. Red underware, suitcases... All the hope and the motivation and the optimism and the euphoria. "This will be the best year ever".
All of them coming from the same untold promise: We can reinvent ourselves.
Tomorrow I will wake up. I will be a new person. A better person.
A better version of myself. More disciplined, more focused, more reliable.
A delusion able to make us feel the reassurance that we can try again... and miracously, it works wonderfully. At least for me. At least for a while.
This year I have (again) a long long list of resolutions and wishes and I am convinced that this year (finally and seriously) I will really, really, really do my best to have them all fulfilled. I do not remember a year in which I was more motivated... but I do not trust much my selective memory anymore.
I make my family and friends tired from listening to phrases such as: "I have never EVER been so happy", "I have never felt like this before", "This is the most wonderful moment of my life"... and I always mean them.
The present is always the best part of my life,.. and I know that I am incredibly lucky for having such a feature in my character... It has made my life such an enjoyable and wonderful journey.
They say that we only live once. But if we do it right, once is enough.
And here I am. Today I woke up. I am a new person. A better person. A better version of myself.
Happy new year!