On a hot summer day in June of 2024, my family hosted a celebration of life for my dad. The following day brought some of the strongest winds I've ever experienced. It felt as if the air, heavy with melancholy, was forcefully giving a push and saying, ‘It's time for change.'
I went for a walk and watched as the wind swept through the leaves and grasses across the fields. Deep down, I had a feeling that this would be the last day I would experience our family home as it was. I walked down the road to the bridge, to the spot where my dad liked to fish, and said my goodbyes.
Making big changes takes courage. Many people will do everything they can to avoid change, unless the pain of staying the same becomes greater than the discomfort of changing. Even then, some choose to stick with the devil they know, even if it's to their own detriment. Often, it isn't until the universe intervenes — causing an avalanche and forcing us to find a new path — that change becomes inevitable.
The past few years have certainly been a transitional period for me — a bridge of sorts. In 2020, I said goodbye to my home in Toronto and had to recalibrate as I began heading down this new path of my own. I've been focused on acquiring new skills that I believe will be integral to my future… which is still some ways off in the hazy distance. I sense that 2025 will be the year I arrive on the other side of this bridge, but it also means many more changes are yet to come, along with new lands to explore.
