But I’m also being forcibly reminded that this is some kind of a gateway into a new phase in my life. I had been wound so tight with stress that I could no longer see past my own knots, and now, having relaxed ever so slightly, I’m feeling the full force of its impact. I’m run-down. I have skittered over to Iceland in the wake of a bomb blast, and now the aftershock has caught up with me. Life is clearly teaching me some kind of lesson, but I can’t decipher it yet.
