At the beginning of December, I still had no idea how I was going to end the year. Strangely, something inside me was convinced that the way I spent the last day of the year would determine the overall direction of the New Year we were about to enter. (Or how to put unnecessary pressure on yourself for no reason.) It’s, of course, pure superstition reflecting the selective illogic of my mind, since I spend most of my time procrastinating the other days of the year without really worrying about the consequences it might have on my future…