I should probably have waited before telling you this, but you somehow raise my expectations considering my love life. Saint Valentine’s day on the 14? Not that I expect you to do everything, the way we wait for Santa-Clauss to bring the gifts while we sleep, but somehow, deep down, I might feel entitled for a miraculous intervention in that sector of my life.
Of course, I will do my part. I have almost accepted a party invitation for Valentine’s day. Almost, because it comes from an extravagant friend who usually has expensive plans and I want to stay on budget. Other options? I could have as an objective to date as many men as possible this month. But is quantity the only thing that matters? Of course not.
I can also be forgiving to this ex of mine who tries to contact me again. But not too forgiving as to let him get too close.
Or I could be open to the people I meet every day, change some of my habitual ways, cafés, the road I take to go to the Platform, or to any other place.
Or just relax, and listen to more love songs, smile and daydream. Or a combination of these ideas.
If I try to avoid questions on my professional goals? Not at all. I don’t know where you got this idea!
Here, isn’t this Edith Piaf’s love-song beautifully interpreted by Daniela?