2012 está a chegar ao fim e dou graças a todos os santinhos de todos os altares que existam por este ano terrível ter acabado. Foi, sem sombra de dúvidas, dos piores anos da minha vidinha. Acabei um relacionamente que, como muitas mulheres, normalmente, pensam, achava que ia ser para todo o infinito e mais além. Mas não foi. E com ele perdi o contacto com pessoas que achava, inocentemente, serem minhas amigas de verdades. E mais uma vez, não eram. Quando chegou a altura de terem maturidade e serem crescidinhos o suficiente para ouvirem o meu lado da história. Não, não sou um anjinho que caiu do altar com uma aureola sobre os meus cabelos castanhos. Cometi muitos erros, muitos mesmos, dos quais me arrependo mesmo muito e já sofri as consequências. Mas também aprendi a ser, nem que seja só um pedacinho, uma menina um bocadinho melhor. Mais adulta. Mais preocupada com o que me rodeia. Que dá muito mais valor às pessoas que me rodeia e que vão, sempre, sempre, sempre estar ao meu lado: a minha família, pequenina mas a melhor de todos os universos. E especialmente à minha mommy: a mulher mãe, melhor mulher, melhor amiga.
Também aconteceram coisas muito boas: já posso dizer que sou licenciada e estou a adorar de paixão o mestrado que escolhi. Espero, daqui a uns anos, ser uma cientista daquelas com ar tresloucado mas de salto alto.
No entanto, todos, tal como eu, esperamos que 2013 venha a ser um ano de muitas alegrias, de felicidade, de novas amizades, novos planos, novas paixões, novas viagens, e quem sabe novas moradas; um ano de sucesso, um ano de sorrisos, de saúde, de sorte e euromilhões, de amor, de carinho, de companheirismo, o ano do Benfas. Poderá ser um ano de encontros e mais importante ainda, um ano de reencontros, o teu, o meu, o nosso ano.
Não se esqueçam de vestir a cuequinha ou o pijama azul (não sei bem qual deles é), comer as 12 passas e pedir com muita força que os vossos sonhos, pequeninos ou grandes, alcançáveis ou inalcançáveis se realizem.
2012 is coming to an end and I thank all the saints of all the altars that exist for this terrible year to be over. It was, without a doubt, the worst year of my life. I ended a relationship, which, like many women usually think, I thought it would be forever. But it was not. And I lost contact with people I thought, that could be my friends. And once again, they were not. When it came time to have maturity and they weren't old enough to hear my side of the story. No, I'm not an angel that fell from the altar with a halo over my brown hair. I made many mistakes, much the same, which I regret very much and have suffered the consequences. But I also learned to be, even just a little bit, a little better person. More adult. More concerned with what surrounds me. That gives much more value to people around me and they will always, always, always be by my side: my family, little but the best of all worlds. And especially to my mommy: a woman, mother, best wife, best friend.
Also very good things happened: I can already tell that I'm graduated and I love the pos graduation that the master that I chose. Hopefully, in a few years, I will be a scientist with insane hair but with high heels.
However, everyone, as I hope that 2013 will be a year of great joy, happiness, new friends, new plans, new passions, new trips, new homes and who knows, a successful year, one year smiles, health, luck and Euromillions, love, affection, companionship, the year of Benfica. It may be a year of meetings and more importantly, a year of reunions, your, my, our year.
Do not forget to wear your blue pijamas or blue panties (not sure which one it is), eat 12 grapes and ask very strongly that your dreams, big or little, achievable or unachievable take place.
2012 is coming to an end and I thank all the saints of all the altars that exist for this terrible year to be over. It was, without a doubt, the worst year of my life. I ended a relationship, which, like many women usually think, I thought it would be forever. But it was not. And I lost contact with people I thought, that could be my friends. And once again, they were not. When it came time to have maturity and they weren't old enough to hear my side of the story. No, I'm not an angel that fell from the altar with a halo over my brown hair. I made many mistakes, much the same, which I regret very much and have suffered the consequences. But I also learned to be, even just a little bit, a little better person. More adult. More concerned with what surrounds me. That gives much more value to people around me and they will always, always, always be by my side: my family, little but the best of all worlds. And especially to my mommy: a woman, mother, best wife, best friend.
Also very good things happened: I can already tell that I'm graduated and I love the pos graduation that the master that I chose. Hopefully, in a few years, I will be a scientist with insane hair but with high heels.
However, everyone, as I hope that 2013 will be a year of great joy, happiness, new friends, new plans, new passions, new trips, new homes and who knows, a successful year, one year smiles, health, luck and Euromillions, love, affection, companionship, the year of Benfica. It may be a year of meetings and more importantly, a year of reunions, your, my, our year.
Do not forget to wear your blue pijamas or blue panties (not sure which one it is), eat 12 grapes and ask very strongly that your dreams, big or little, achievable or unachievable take place.
