I feel like the maggot in the bacon coat, have now finally thrown all the resolutions of this year over board and I only eat myself through all the places, gingerbread and main dishes dripping in fat.My motto: After not so easy this year and the pandemic still stubbornly determines our everyday life, you have to treat yourself to something good.And I currently live this concept to the fullest.I am good for myself and others.One thing that gnawed at me for longer, however, is the intention that I gave myself on New Year's Eve 2020/21: I finally wanted to learn to whistle in my mouth with two fingers with two fingers.How can it be that a whole year is over and I haven't managed to learn something like that?Grrr.But the made in the bacon whispers that everything will be half as wild and I prefer to sit back and push a place in my mouth.And that's exactly what I do too.The next year promises to be exhausting, the first shootings are already planned and I try to approach the matter as positive as possible.Nothing helps, I tell myself.It comes as it comes with or without pandemic.So this year I will not make any new resolutions for the time being, but will simply take the idea of whistling into the next year.After all, you do what you can do.
Coat: lovechild, pants: Levi’s (second -hand), shoes: Asics, glasses: Gucci
