In the past I've felt a lot of pressure, guilt, and anxiety at the end of a year.
I just wanted to reach out and say to all of you:
You are enough.
Whether you had goals and accomplished them or simply survived this year, I am glad you're here.
You don't need to justify your existence to anyone.
Time is an artificial construct; the end of the year doesn't have to mean anything unless you want it to.
You're amazing, and you're here, and that's enough.
@Rheall I realised too late that we enter a new decade, which is considered to be very special.
Then I thought a bit sad: "Oh and I haven't made special preperations." Then I thought less sad: "But what difference is there actually?"
I can celebrate my collection of new year eves just like birthdays. Ages divisible by 5 may have special meaning to me. But what special meaning does the change to 2020 have for me personally compared to 2019; Except the meaning I artificially assign to it?
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