FIT THIRTY THREE

Oh boy. Ball dropped. The daily project died. Will it start daily again? Who knows.

Truthfully it probably should. I know I'm not through the mental unpacking of 2020 and beyond. I'm a ball of feelings, FOMO, imposter syndrome, joy, excitement, undersleptness (it's a word now, maybe), committed, unsure. Man I'm feeling a full gambit.

So maybe I'll just start the process again with this nice little sunset view taken on my way back into Squamish one evening.