Turning the year

I fell asleep to the beating wind, asking myself: is this what I resolved to use this time for?

It was November. I was in a farmhouse in rural central Europe, on a work retreat, listening to a raging storm come down and looking at a rat king of operational questions and organisational wranglings, just begging to be untangled. I fell asleep to the beating wind, asking myself: is this what I resolved to use this time for?

When I embarked on my doctor…