Dickens most eloquently captured the paradox that was the year I had in that most evocative of openings to A Tale of Two Cities:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. We had everything before us, we had nothing before us,

Milestones, surprise meetings, nostalgic memories, nights outs with the guys from work,  a Nigeria trip and a wedding, difficult conversations, un-requited ‘love‘ and a keenly felt dose of disappointment all contributed to what was an unusually topsy-turvy year. If I had to find one turn of phrase to caption the year, it would be that it was a season of detoxification, and that in many more ways than I had imagined at the beginning of the year.

On a positive note, there is a lot more clarity around a number of the uncertainties that followed me into the new year – and given what lies ahead, that just might be all that counts…

#Selah