You’ll forgive a personal post…
On November 6th of 2013 I arrived in Portugal after an agitated last few weeks in Mozambique. To great professional and emotional challenges were added disease, the dangers of an apparently escalating military conflict, and an overarching race against time to make it to my cousin’s wedding on November 8th.
Any sane person would’ve betted against my being able to come to Portugal at that time - everything pointed to me staying there at least one or two months more. But there was a strong resolve pushing in the opposite direction and, on November 7th, I woke in my childhood bed in my hometown. Minutes after waking I messaged a friend who said only “Good morning! Who do you want to be today?”
And thus was encapsulated that which was felt then and that which will soon come :)