This is one of those "serious" ones.
And not for obvious reasons, related to round-to-round number.
Indeed, it never suits a lady to mention her own age, you know.
I was saying - memorable - for the sheer number of "full" days of the past year.
Are these "vital days" adding up over time and forming backwards our progress?
Are they the highlights of our going?
Yes, it seems so. Or at least, this year it felt like this for me.
So, I toast to the last 365 days, to those more consciously passed and to those blown away lightly.
I am happy to the choices made in a row, one after the other - by fate, chance or will, - that brought me here today, giving me the mood of today.
I'm toasting to growing up, which doesn't mean you're going to be a child every now and then, complete with princess horns, but just having the possibility of adult behaviors in your hands.
To those who cost all our resources, but in the end, that reward.
I celebrate the moments and the memories - many - , all the moments that someone has turned into scattered gifts, like snowflakes, in the hottest summer I can remember.
I celebrate the courage to grasp things. The overreach and new feeling of deserving of all those things, especially those considered normal, but that normal are not at all.
I celebrate that glitter that sometimes made me shine and bite every occasion.
And finally, I smile at the adventures of tomorrow.
I am sure that "we will never be alone, under this sky, never."
Cheers :)
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