
2020 — Visual Acuity
The Pot of Gold Is Right in Front of My Eyes
I Just Need to Focus…
2016 ended my soulmate
2017 broke my anchor
2018 took my dad
2019 played with my hopes
2020 brought me inner peace
∞ I will make peace, trust my instincts, listen to my heart and fulfill my dreams
Until the end of 2020, I will stay in my comforting blanket, my bubble wrap, rejuvenate myself culturally, continue to take good care of myself by treating my body with respect, tap into it to reflect my authenticity, the best version of me.
I have never taken any annual resolutions in my life. I will continue to respect myself on this point. I will however, do everything to get rid of all negativity in my entourage. I want to move forward in life happy and accompanied. I want to share all the love that boils in my rebel warrior’s guts. More than anything, I want to live and share my joys with a special someone.
Expulsing and spitting out the darkness of the past years was a work in progress since end of 2016. It took longer than expected because more buckets of bullshit was thrown at me on my trail. Taking needed breaks, I continued as best as I could, with the help of true friends and my mind set to survival mode.

I know I will reach my happy place soon to finally rise, protected by the magnificent sunrises in the center of my rainbow. This is the first time in my life that I have observed this phenomenon.
The pot of gold is right in front of my eyes …
I just need to focus…
I know that I will get there soon. A sunny curb to the rhythms of the ocean will welcome me with open arms. I will finally have reached the opposite side of my chasm. I will finally look ahead and continue my journey like the sparkling and happy girl that I have always been.
On this new road I desire to be well accompanied. I’m not just looking for a lover, I’m also looking for a friend. True intimacy consists in connecting on a deeper level with someone and touching one’s soul. Intimacy must evolve beyond physical bodies. I want to be able to share much more than my body. I want to share my soul.
I want to go on a trips together, I want to spend moments watching sunsets with him, I want to run away with him, discover new places. I want to taste good dishes with him.
I want my lover to be my other half, my equal, my best friend.
I want to get lost in his eyes. I want to lose track of time with him. I want to talk about everything and anything with him, and have our conversations intertwined. I want to laugh and cry with him. I want us to endure together and in solidarity everything that life puts in our way.
“There are things in life that are worth fighting for until the end” … On the shore of the Piedra river, I sat down and cried — Paulo Coelho

Two jars will became an integral part of my life in 2020. One where I carefully accumulate and protect the most precious moments and people of the year. The other to expel and enclose hermetically the few negative remnants which will try to cling to my healed scars.
In 2020 I was able to push away negativity and crappy darkness did not last long in my veins.
I promised myself to expel negativity from my system on a daily note securely placed in the compost of my life jar; i.e. rejuvenating bullshit into beauty.
Equivalently, so far pandemic or not, I was able to fill my 2020 jar of joy, bi-weekly, listening to the song of my life since end of 2016, Zaz’s Si jamais j’oublie (If I ever forget).
