One year later

I think sometimes a Happy Moment can simply be defined as something that is clearly so much better than an UNhappy moment. For example....

One year ago tonight, I was at a really low point. Perhaps my lowest ever. It was the night I moved out of my boyfriend's apartment after he broke up with me, and onto a friend's couch in San Francisco. I was suddenly single, homeless, broke, unemployed, and I sobbed so hard that night I didn't actually even know my body could do that.

I'll spare you further gory details, but it's amazing now to think back to that night. Because in a year, it turns out a lot can happen! I got a job. I moved to London. I found an apartment. I reconnected with old friends. I made new friends. I traveled a lot, including to three countries I'd never visited before (Iceland, Malta, India). I made regular trips home to Geneva for the first time in what seems like forever. I'm halfway through certifying as a yoga teacher, I've written a novel, run well over 1,000km, and sooooo much more. All in all, that's not a bad year!

Is life perfect now? Of course not. Lots still to work on. In the next year, I plan to move again (I need more natural light!) I don't know if I'll stay in London, whether I'll start teaching yoga, whether I'll ever publish my book (it's coming, honestly!), or perhaps write another one.

But I think if I look back at the period of June 5, 2015 - June 5, 2016 that's a pretty strong indicator of just what one year can mean. It's mostly been straight uphill in that time frame. 

So just think where things could go in the next year. Exciting to think of the possibilities, isn't it!