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ANOTHER YEAR COMES TO AN END

The year ends, you’re over forty. Change happens

It is time to make a closure, because humans are like that: we draw conclusions, add full stops, analyze facts, look back and do efforts to move on, work on projects to go forward. Or so we believe. Or so we believe because we want to try hard to make designs placing an eye on a future we honestly are uncertain about. Because we never know where the present is gonna take us in the end.

I will make my closure to, I am no exception… I remain human, I guess.

This was a strange year. I spent the first part of it still, letting the waves of this ocean I sometimes call to live hit me hard as I battled against it and everything. But I did not move. I observed and looked at the horizon trying to understand why I was there, what my feet were doing, where my head was flying to.

Little by little a thick flow of anger, and strength, and power started growing inside me, erupting like a volcano and going out of my mouth as I opened it. It wanted to come out as words, as screams, as a protest. Nothing. There was just anguish and silence. I could just stare ahead and mouth wide open as in wonder. It was not wonder. It was fear.

I could see the horizon in front of me. I could see all that was wrong, all the things I wanted different, all I wanted to change. But I still couldn’t move, say a word or take a step. And there I was, in front of a sea of wrong things, my feet soaking in it and my intentions clear. I wanted another ocean. But I didn’t dare. These waves were violent, but yet I knew them. And so I stayed… Just a bit more. I knew how to defend myself around there.

 

Change Happens.

 

The clock struck forty-one. Bells began to chime from within. So was I still alive? Was I still good? And well? Was I still well? Were my values still there? And my desires? My dreams? My wishes? Was any time left, or was I just turning my bend? I had to do it. It was then. It had to be then. That then was my now.

I had to change that sad marine landscape of my soul, change it into a children’s fairy tale. I needed that to be reborn, to believe again. I had to go back to wonderland and make a new beginning, there was still time to be me. I had to be me.

The clock struck forty-one and Prague was my gift. I let the charms of Medieval times come and take with them the darkness, the anguish, the loom. The witches of the past came to me and we made a deal, they offered me trust and acknowledgement, and a whole new wisdom, self-approval, self understanding. In exchange, they could feed from my fears, my being insecure, my teen reminiscences. They made me promise myself I had to be where I wanted, and that I was not going to negotiate. Not anymore. They knew I was a mother, I was a wife, and had a well established career. But, they also said not to forget that I was also a woman.

 

Another Year Comes to an End.

 

I buried the past and cried over it. I will never forget the tears of Prague. They were copious and bitter. But necessary.

They gave me strength. The power to come back and make changes. If that ocean in front of me was not what I needed, I just had to go in the opposite direction, go South instead of North. Be where my heart tells me and not where others want me to be.

Six months have passed since that day, and changes are starting to be seen. I have come a long way; or even a short one, but this time is my way. The ocean is calm, clear and it does not hit me anymore… it just reminds me that wet does not always mean tears. It can be rebirth as well.

Intoxicating things are over. It was painful, even economically painful; however I still remember the voice of Prague begging me to never lose faith in me. New things are coming. New expectations, dreams and horizons. This time, I won’t let go.

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This text was kindly edited by Angela Arnone

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