About 12 hours before this picture was taken we'd had to reroute a 40 km course due to an elephant on the trail, find a new campsite (we had a new finish line) and source some booze (not easy over the Sri Lankan New Year).
For the last couple of years, I have set new year’s resolutions/goals here. The aim to keep me accountable. The problem with these is what happens when the goalposts change.
2020 forced us all into taking a back seat. Covid's provided an obvious reminder that life is so often out of our control. My goals went by the wayside. I failed.
Following this, I've had a bit of a conundrum. Setting aims is important, sure, but success and failure aren't arbitrary (I actually think they are both steps in the same direction), and restricting a life of opportunities into single targets seems like a mistake. A load of good happened in 2020, even if it wasn't in the way I'd have expected.
Perhaps the idea of landing somewhere specific is too finite. Instead, this year how about setting some values, surrounding yourself with some good people and heading down the open road, realising that you can't decide what happens next, but you can control how to react when next comes...
21 I'm coming for ya.