2020 is well underway, nearing the end of January. It’s been a great start to the year. I would say, looking back in time, at 2019 last year, last year was an interesting year, a year that became a slow-motion crisis, or a crisis that ran its course in slow motion, culminating in a profound crisis, the end of the year and December. A Crisis, of which I won’t go into the details of. But it was profound and it was major and it was a moment that was self-initiated, preceded by some things that were not self-initiated but came at me. The profound crisis threw me into, gently but firmly into 2020. This year I would see as a year of growth, gentle growth, dynamic growth, sustainable growth, healing, healing from the smarts and wounds and bruises and knocks and trials and tribulations that defined a good deal of the slow-motion crisis of last year. Being under the bridge, being under this bridge feels good because it’s a bridge that’s not going to fall down on me. And it’s a bridge that bridges a beautiful stretch of water called the Isar. And winter is a gorgeous season. And so is spring and so is summer, and so is autumn. In fact, all the seasons are really lovely in their own unique, individual way. So I’ll leave that as that, on a note of silence, ripples in the water, sunlight catching the water’s surface and having that lovely glistening effect.
And that’s it.