A fresh newborn year is always the perfect time for one to renew hopes and dreams, and reassure plans — or even to reconsider what went wrong and should not happen again.
In being so, I have taken my own decisions, and one of those (some are not publishable) is to take more care of myself. I do wish to be the old Fabiana, one who could easily move and dance and jump without considering back ache or any other ache. This means sacrifice, and }I know it. I have always known, and this also means discipline and money investment. Well, let’s see to it. For now, all I want to do is forget about anything and have fun by myself — no, I am not with people around me. New Year’s dawn is always a time for me to re-think and balance things. It is like a ritual: I always have to listen to The Working Hour as the first song of the year, and then be alone for a while. So, let’s go for it. See you around, people.
