The beginning
What do you do when you're ready for an adventure to end, and yet there's nowhere to go "back" to? When do you finally realize that as things are constantly changing they have eventually morphed into something where there is no "going back"? I suppose there is never a going back in that sense, since moment by moment there is only progression forward. At year's end I find myself feeling distressed and stubbornly facing backward. Perhaps the momentous worldwide celebration of 2017 is an opportunity to surrender into the flow of change and be swept downstream. Where will I end up?
