I don’t want to talk a lot about 2014. Although I did achieve almost all the personal goals I set for myself at the beginning of the year, those 365 days were hard on me. I desperately tried my best to keep myself over the water by doing cheerful things like
visiting cemeteries looking at dead butterflies swimming in thermal waters and going to a summer holiday but, unfortunately, sometimes the best just isn’t enough. Otherwise: while I can’t claim that I won over all the situations that came my way during the past year, I’m still here and functioning. We could even call this success, I suppose.
This year I’ll give myself a break and make no resolutions other than to take better care of myself, both mentally and physically. As of this blog, all my plans for 2014 will continue their career as 2015 resolutions, because – surprise, surprise – I did not complete any of them. I did not even try, mostly. I’d only add one more to that already quite exhausting list: to never, ever let myself fell three months behind with posting again. The justification for this blog is to document the right-here-and-now; the only purpose it serves is to help me love (or, in tougher times, survive) my daily life. I should keep that in mind even if I’m too busy, too tired or too sad to care about this place.
I took an unusual amount of self-portraits in 2014. I’d like to say that this post is the documentation of the magical journey of finding my inner self during this less than ideal year but, honestly, that journey did not happen and these pictures are more about the actual place, background and composition, than about me. I still like them, so here they are, telling the story of my 2014.