2020 was atypical in every single way. The word pandemic was only heard in sci-fi movies and face masks were uncommon. And yet, here we are: with a contagious virus spreading around the globe. Some homeless, some jobless, some grieving. Others doing fine, or struggling with their internal demons. Many ill, but hopeful. But time goes on and vaccines are created.
It wasn’t a bad year for me. It was life-changing, productive and it came with its blessings and anxieties, with a lot more positive things than negative ones. I’m mostly grateful and looking forward to 2021.
I’m looking forward to relaxed days, with time and energy to pursue every side of me; I’m looking forward to spending time with friends and family; I’m looking forward to sing and record music I want to listen to; I’m looking forward to become healthier, fully nourished and aligned; I’m looking forward to read, write and learn; I’m looking forward to moving to my new place and decorating it; I’m looking forward to evolve and keep healing my inner child.
And I think that’s all.
Despite this new year’s eve being very moderately celebrated, there’s still a certain magic in the air. I always feel it with the arrival of a new year.