Declaring independence

I downed three champagne-filled glasses last Tuesday. And it was not to celebrate the event of the night, the National Day of France (Bastille day). Surprisingly, I did not feel tipsy (normally, a glass of red wine would do that). Either the champagne was bien-equilibre, or I was wise enough to eat before drinking, or maybe, just maybe, my system was celebrating with me.

I have established my weird habit of making deadlines... even for my emotions. Thus, a few weeks before Tuesday, it entered my mind : why not make this specific date as my freedom day? Since this event requires us to dress up and celebrate, then it is just the right moment to put an end to that which has ended.

My friends (in the office) and I toasted to this idea. And also to a better year for each one of us, wherever we may find ourselves. It was a good idea. No, make that a great idea. The grieving and healing should be done by now. I have accepted what should and should not be. It's time to forget the past and look forward to the future. A new year has started.

That day was my independence day!