…to what? I am realising that looking forward to the end of the year is a futile exercise in wishful thinking. At the end of every year we all breathe a collective sigh of relief thankful that that year is done, we rejoice and celebrate, seemingly without the insight that nothing has really changed. And that the following year will only bring more – more drama, more worry, but hopefully more successes too. As a child I was always vaguely disappointed to wake up on the 1st of January to discover that the day felt suspiciously like the previous one. I never really saw the point in the celebration if nothing really changed. (I still don’t really)
If 2017 has had me in training for anything, then 2018 should be epic. I just hope 2017 has left me in a fit state to deal with it all, because, truth be told I’m not sure I am, and I’m not sure how to get fit either.
Here’s to 2018,may it bring new interesting challenges.