A magical gift
The winter holidays are approaching. A time of wonders and mysteries. We want to believe in the best and wait for a miracle on New Year’s Eve under the Christmas tree. By the end of 2013, I was in deep depression, and I didn’t want to climb out of that state on my own. I had probably already taken root in playing the victim, and I felt very comfortable in that condition. But deep inside, I desired change, for life to take a different path.
One January morning, I read an article about a girl who bought a new watch and her life took a completely different course. Why not give it a try, I decided. Anyway, I was pondering what exactly to give myself as a gift for the New Year. I went to the store. Tried on countless watches. Made my choice.
But life continued as before. Even with the new watch. And at some point, I stopped associating them with my new life—they were just a watch. My watch, which I really liked.
Only by the end of last year did I realize that my life had truly changed with this watch. On June 28, the battery died, which I replaced, and by mid-July, I was unrecognizable. A new hobby emerged—my interest in astrology, which later deepened into the study of esotericism. New acquaintances, a new social circle. I began eating foods whose mere smells had previously made me nauseous. My favorite color, favorite flowers changed… I felt like a different person inside and out. I no longer wanted to pity myself or cry in the evenings—I wanted to move forward, I wanted to live lightly.
So buying a new watch for a new life worked for me—all it took was changing the battery.
Natalia…