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I wish you a marvelous 2015. Make it count. Do what you want to do, achieve what’s on your list. Be happy, content, adventurous, loyal, smart, thoughtful, patient. Take time for your loved ones, for nature, for friends, for contemplating… and for you.
I wish you luck, health, star dust, tender moments, wild nights, fruitful days. Enjoy your dreams.Have many of them.
Let’s take time to meet in person in 2015. We’re all social. We’re all connected. We’re all busy. We all allow ourselves to be taken by the torrent of things that engulf us. Let’s not. Let’s meet the people that count. Look them in the eye. Let’s spend time with them. No message on your phone is even remotely more important than the words of the person you’re having diner with.
If heaven can wait, so can email. Mail less, do more. Allow yourself the luxury of concentrating on what matters. The task at hand. The thing that needs to be done. The world does not give a dime about that fast response-within-a minute and neither should you.
Above all, bask in the light of the New Year. It’s yours.
There is a day for everything these days. I cannot open my computer, or people will be shooting at me with all kinds of reflective pieces of wisdom, smartly connected to whatever the flavor-of-this-particular national day is. It makes me a bit tired. Pontifex abduction day. Mothers day… fathers day… Why, o why do I need a special day to honor my parents? By papal decree, should I give my mom flowers because some committee decided moms deserve a day all to themselves? And what about international Nutella day (Feb 5th)? Or the International Nurses Day? (May 12th)? Do I hug all nurses?
January 8th is Elvis Presley day (no kidding). September 19th is Talk-like-a-pirate day. In June there is Shoe day. What about Global Handwashing Day (Oct 15th). God, I hope it is hand washing day EVERY day. There is International Pasta day (oct 25th). As said, it makes me grumpy, tired. Must be my status of middle(r)aged man. I hate international days of whatever…
Tomorrow is Valentine’s day. The day of love. People all over the planet are heating up their credit cards, hunting for sweets, flowers, silky lingerie, diamonds, cars, Chihuahua dogs, fur gloves and selected bottles of scotch. I see couples who have not spoken a kind word to each other in ages, book a table at the local Michelin starred restaurant. Because February 14th is Valentine’s day. The day of showing your love to your loved one. Va Savoir. You have all year for that. I hope.
Valentine’s day turned into a very unloving multi-billion dollar industry that thrives on red, pink, soft, bubbles and candle light. It has nothing to do with love. I spent 9 of the last 14 Valentine’s days at a technology exhibition, where I saw multiple business people give instructions to their personal assistants to arrange flowers for their significant others. For a lot of them, sending flowers or sweets did not hinder them a bit in flirting their way into new beds…
Valentine’s day. One of these days. It gives me the creeps. Call me a cynic, but with all of the expensive, glittering, sparkling, and bubbly gifts that will be bought and offered tomorrow –(often just to buy a clear conscience for the lack of genuine love the rest of the year)- my vote goes to International Mistress/Lovers day. No mistress/lover celebrates Valentine’s day. Ever. That is for the legal, official spouses and significant others. International Mistress and Lovers day is February 13th , today, the day before the crazy global extravaganza of love. That, my sweet friends, says it all.
I will now curl into a furry ball, and wait till the glitter parade is over. February 15th is Galileo day.