So here we are, July and it's scorching hot where I live, my inbox keeps spitting out messages labelled URGENT, and I haven't the faintest idea what I'm going to do this summer. I could drive myself mad with the Everyone-Is-Going-To-Have-Crazy-Fun-Except-Me anxiety, feel sorry for myself, or even worse, rush to organise a serious last-minute trip, but you know what: who cares! Uncertainty often leads to memorable vacations, so I'll focus on my summer list of good resolutions.
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For this reason, I’ve decided that 2025 will be the year of wacky resolutions. Stay with me, there’s logic to my plan. If all my life I have disregarded my good and meaningful intentions, let's see what happens when I launch some wild ones. Maybe my contrary little head will end up making me do all the things I’d never have considered in life.
I feel pretty confident about the Smurf-tasting. Ultimately, at worst all I’ll lose is a micro-investment, and who knows? I could even find myself liking it. Even being a mixologist for a night isn't that unfeasible: if I was able to convince a grouchy metal-detector officer at New York airport to let me pass with a spare motorcycle part to take to a friend, do you think I wouldn't be able to mix a good drink? The challenge level increases for bedtime stories: I've always had loads of imagination, the problem, if anything, is staying awake, because as soon as I lie down my eyelids close just like a doll. Regarding the scythe, I feel motivated; in fact, while writing this, I started studying some tutorials on YouTube, and I’m encouraged by the experience: using the scythe isn't tiring.
Of course, if I start monitoring the Marina Rinaldi e-store right after mid-August, I think I'll might be able to get gifts for my friends. At which point, I will only have one incredibly hard job left: to remember where I hid them until Christmas Eve!