The tradition continues and at the end of the year I draw the conclusion of the things I would like for Santa to bring us to make our lives a better place.

There are no rules, except that you need to think like a kid, there’s no monetary value attached to what you want, it’s like when you are hungry, all you want is food, preferably your favorite. Also, think scattered, not like in an online search “from low to high”.

By the end of this list, a fil rouge should be clear and the word of the year should come up, in another routine exercise that I practice every year. Last year the word was courage, the year before was slow time. This 2020 you’ll have to read all the way down.

• Read more Joan Didion because she has this magic wand and induces me in a state of perfect harmony and I write better, speak more fluently and my thinking makes more sense.

• Nincompoopery with this word you’ll have everyone shut tfu

• SLOW TIME, because when you slow things down, life works better, and you can make things happen with a sense of accomplishment and discipline. Since you are at it, I’d like the book and this, because I am dead serious.

• A boyfriend. If you follow me on IG you may have noticed I have been “nominating” a BF x month, because you never know.

• MOOD. Please refer above.

• The ring, the yacht, the deed, the sable and a convertible as in the life of Princess Margaret and the best season of The Crown.

• A glowy post-orgasm kinda skin.

• A tight ass

• And before I degenerate further:

• Santa if you exist make sure that some words should not be used anymore outside of their context, like mansplaining or curated, please.

At year end, it’s flabbergasting that we are at the end of the second decade of the 21st century, at least to me it means that I have lived alone for 15 years. And i am thriving, grinding, working, I think it would be nice to share some time with someone.

#thatsall

The word for the year: I have settled for LOVE

For everyone.