Checking progress on my current-year goals at the end of November, even though the year still has one more month to go, always feels like looking into the wayback machine.

Much accomplished on several fronts—and just in time, as my hibernation season indeed set in toward the end of the month, when autumn settled in Lausanne.

Jam-packed months often seem to zoom by, but August felt incredibly long to me this year. Hard to believe it all happened in the same thirty-one days!

My goals for the year included a yoga event of some kind. As of the end of May, I’ve now attended one of the two I’ve scheduled. The question: What did I think?

April didn’t go as planned, but in entirely different ways than March’s derailment.

So early in the year, everything still feels possible—which means that everything feels on track.