Happy for whom? 🇧🇷 CLAUDIA

The year appears. Shy, mezzo covidado, in the face of political battles, although he already had a new script. Paper style with candy. Is it just me or are you reading me going through this banzo too? And I feel like I really need to move on. I have to turn the key. I have to understand that 2023 is coming. Full of hopes.

I became Pollyanna? No, readers. Life is a succession of good intentions. If we don’t start with ourselves, who will? I promise to try meditation, mandingas, transitions and prayers. I will mix all the denominations and make one shot in high spirits. A mature woman’s words. There’s still that classic. Put the house in order. Secure the cabinet. Give away what you don’t need and enter the year lighter. Are you moving furniture? Are the curtains washed? And the medicine in the bathroom pantry? Look at each bottle and its expiration date.

Food we have never eaten. Wines we’ve never opened. Apart from the huge number of books standing on the shelf. I will make a public library for friends. Like meeting at home, and instead of walking out with a gift from a hidden friend, everyone takes home a book. That’s almost it extreme perform decorative and I make the culture circular. Thought I’d dust off the altar. My saints, against the light, crumbled to dust. I need to change that and make each one brighter. It should be a better balance between my requests and the attention they will give me.

Shoes I don’t wear. Bikinis that don’t fit. And the towels in the bed, table and bathroom closet. Why so many separate collections? All are mismatched, stained or torn. I will also make a big donation. More than asking for good things for a good year, I want to organize the year ahead🇧🇷 This 22 was a tractor of emotions. So many controversies, fake news, wars, subtleties and bombs. I want things to be much simpler. Being happy should be an eternal goal. Non-negotiable. And so I remain hopeful. Let the good year come. Happy everyone.