Passing a finish line can hold more than one emotion. There’s ”We did it!”, but also ”And now what?”. All the hard work. Are you where you intended? Or have you but discovered there’s a new level, a new boss. A plateau before it goes uphill again.

Tonight was the commencement for the 100-day workshop I’ve been doing since January 24th. And here I am, on my own, with all these tools and principles. A fledgling baby bird, a little afraid of heights.

On May 21th I’ll be taking part in a half-marathon around Gothenburg. It will be a different kind of challenge. It might hurt but it will feel great to pass that finish line.

In life there is only one. And few are in a hurry to get there.