If you can't fly, then run.

If you can't run, then walk.

If you can't walk, then crawl, but whatever you do, you have to keep moving forward.

MLK.

Dear 2021, you were a tricky one.

A year of highs and loads, of promise and hope.

But in many ways a continuation of your predecessor.

In fact, I'm not really sure what to make of you. But as the clock approaches midnight on this 31st day of December,

I'd be remiss not to look back

and examine your lessons, the ones that shaped me. After all time we'll carry on,

the calendar will change. You'll very soon become a thing of the past, but those memories

they'll stick around.

2021, as I moved for the third time in three years,

you reminded me that it doesn't matter where you go.

You take yourself with you.

And those things in life,

the ones that you know just aren't quite right, well you can't outrun those.

The pieces of ourselves that we wish to adjust,

they don't heal themselves.

They have to be taken head on.

And so 2021, you reminded me that the most difficult conversations we can have are the ones we have with ourselves and they need to occur more than we think.

Awareness continues to be that bridge connecting the real and the ideal.

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