I drink some coffee, read Beata T., flip through the pages of a perfume shop – looking for inspiration, a little bit of this, that and the other. I think what a sweetheart she is, that Beata T.! And how I wish I could breathe all the perfumes in the world, adorn myself with the most beautiful jewellery and juggle three balls.
But I am me. And this year, I still haven’t gotten used to Christmas. It’s been a few weeks now that I’ve been working in the black, and here, in my workplace, I’ve completely lost track of time. Coming home, I see empty streets and – look out – nobody is in a hurry. This image makes my heart sink, because maybe (at least) this year my city will not pass me by in 2020. Christmas Marathon.
Here. I am in my place, in my point of reference, in my orbit (perhaps imperfectly correct). I’m happy here, but I don’t get tired – I know my homework and I do it.
And finally… I have a short but very important message – we are each cool. Not all of us know this. And perhaps in every orbit there is something for which you are the reference point. Let’s not underestimate this and let’s turn inwards.
And Christmas is about attention, tenderness, warm eyes and joy. I wish you warmth and happiness!
