There are many things happening, too many to process.
Following last night's opening of 'A2-B-C' in Tokyo (INFO), I went for a walk in a Japanese garden this morning to clear my head before heading to the airport on my way to the Canadian and South American premiers (INFO).
I am tired. It is not the "bad kind of tired" that is accompanied by the dreading of getting out of bed and having to face another day. Nor is it the "good kind of tired" that comes with the feeling that one has after working hard but sensing that it was somehow all worth it.
This is the tired one has when turning back is unimaginable, how to move forward is yet unknown, and staying where one is is not an option.
Someone recently commented to me that with all that has happened over the past year, I am finally standing on the "start line". I was taken aback at first, thinking "how can I have come this far and only just now be approaching the starting line?".
But I know now they were right. Everything I have done up until now has been in preparation to begin the work ahead. And that work is about to begin.