I’m preparing for the last night of the year. I say thanks for everything I’ve got this year. For the opportunities, for the teachings of life, for every good and bad. I give thanks for everything I have, for my family, for my friends, for my health, for my job. For the challenges which sometimes knock me out, for the beautiful moments, which give me strength for further challenges. Then I prepare my sexiest clothes since it’s only worth saying farewell to the old year and great the new one in your best shape!
When All Seems Lost — and Even When It Doesn’t… As a writer, I read more than average. Not necessarily books that fall within my immediate interests, but rather those I can learn from, marvel at, analyze word by word, and sometimes even those that demand more effort from me than usual. That is how it is with Alice Munro. I bought my first book by her when she received the Nobel Prize. Then life happened, and the volume sat on my bookshelf—either I had no time for it, or it lingered somewhere at the bottom of my list of priorities. When I finally picked it up, I could hardly believe my eyes—or my reaction. First, I was utterly outraged; my blood pressure shot through the roof in an instant, and I almost started swearing in disbelief. I had barely skimmed the first few lines, yet that was enough to know: it was perfect. A true masterpiece. Excellence among the excellent. Every word reached the deepest layers of my soul. I was touched by its purity, its delicacy, the noblest simpli...
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