I can’t remember a year in my adult life where I’ve started it with no idea what was on the horizon. Usually I’m looking forward to doing something, going somewhere, starting something etc.
Just after I decided to wind down Copper my Mum reminded me of the parable about the Fisherman and the Banker. I remember first reading it in The 4-hour Work Week by Timothy Ferris.
The older I get the more obvious it becomes that life goes through seasons. Some of these short, some long, some overlap and some you only realise it was a season when you reflect many years later.