Agosto

Dear Santa,

I don’t know if I’ve been naughty or nice…

And I’m not sure if that’s the way to start a letter to you, as this is my first one.

Actually, I think formatting doesn’t matter anymore at this time of the year because it’s 2020 and Christmas already passed.

If I look back to what I received during December, I did get some pretty cool gifts. None from you, though… just saying!

If I were to be real with you, and you were indeed some magical being that can make wishes come true, you’ll have a hard time as most of the things I want, you cannot buy.

I’d like to travel the world without having to think about money, planning or time.

I’d want to go back in time and hug once more my loved ones who are gone.

I’d love for the guy that I’m crazy about to be crazy about me too, but he’s already taken, and it’s complicated.

I’d die to make my living out of my writing.

I’d speak out my truth more often.

I’d say ‘yes’ to more opportunities and stop being so afraid of the future.

I’d say ‘no’ to more people and stop being so afraid of not meeting their expectations.

I’d let my brain lead my decisions more than my heart and stop having so much feelings about every single thing.

I’d remove this deep and profound sadness that lives inside my chest, and which I cannot explain.

I’d give myself a break, and start over, in another place, with a new name and a new life.

I’d be more bold, try different things, fail more, and succeed bigger.

I’d kiss more passionately, love harder and give myself entirely without caring if my heart gets broken over and over.

I’d like to look back at my life and say I’m proud of the way I lived and have as few regrets as possible.

I’d want to be as happy as a panda bear.

And finally, I’d truly like for you, Santa, to be real and make all these wishes come true.