I have had a fairly good week, full of productive thought and action. I have listened and learned both formally and informally. I have thought of those loved and lost (and always will) and have remarked on how 2009 has been trying generally and remarkable occasionally. I look forward to 2010 in its nice rounded evenness.
But not to overlook the autumn, the most complex of all the seasons. It is crisp and focused; it is a natural moment of nostalgia mixed with decided professional determination. I love it.
And so I will propel my 34 year old forward with all the moxie I can muster. Into the autumn, into the dark nights and long coats, into the next decade. Always forward and ever onward.