I’m a believer in structure. Many of the core habits I rely on would fall to pieces were it not for the regular ritual. I would never have become a black belt had I not trained every week. I never would have become a writer had I not written everyday. The list goes on and on.
I planned my last morning in Cabo to be a time of rest and relaxation. My flight wasn’t till late in the afternoon, and I didn’t need to leave the hotel until around noon. That gave me the whole morning to do whatever I wanted.
I look back at the landscape of the year gone by. Periods of growth tower like mountains. New relationships bubble up and grow like streams becoming rivers. Through it all are grand experiences of joy, fun, or excitement – billowing like great big clouds. Last year was quite a year. I have much to be thankful for.