As so the year begins.  Will it be like most years … some things better, some worse?  Hopefully an overall improvement by the end.

Or …

A transformation, as in “a marked change in form, nature or appearance”.

I look back at my life and marvel at the changes.

In 2003, Mike Weir won the Masters, one of the most prestigious golf tournaments.  A few days after, he was back in Canada and I was one of many at an event where Mike was celebrating his win.  I was an obsessed golfer, both on the course and in front of the TV.

Now it’s 2026 and I don’t care about golf.

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I was hiking on a trail in July, 2017, face-to-face with the Canadian Rockies.  I loved the mountains, with a long history of exploring the wilderness.  I was living in a village in Eastern Canada.  Maybe I would stay there forever, or perhaps a mountain town would beckon.

By the way, Europe was something I saw in movies.  I had about zero desire to actually go there.  Future vacations sounded like the Caribbean.

Now it’s 2026 and I’ve been living in Belgium for three years.  Huh?  I’ve changed countries.

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What then are the chances that something radically different will enter my life this year?  Unlikely?  So were Belgium’s appearance and golf’s disappearance.

I’m up for it, whatever the it is.  Perhaps I have a future in exotic dancing!  (Hmm … okay, that’s a stretch)

But I sense something is around the corner

Waiting to be discovered