Or, maybe it ends. I’m not sure.
This past year has been absolutely unreal. Between getting thrown headfirst into a fascinating cryptocurrency startup and all the emotional turmoil that entails, to constant travel between 3 countries (with the occasional extra one thrown in), to trying to heal from heartbreak, to starting a consultancy business with a friend, to moving house, to university courses I decided to take just for the fun of it (not my smartest move), to getting a beautiful new niece, to attempting to maintain some sort of semblance of relationships with my friends back home, 2018 was a story to tell.
But this post isn’t about 2018. It’s only relevant in that it sets the context for this next chapter.
Today I arrived at the Monastic Academy, a Buddhist monastery nestled in the mountains of Lowell, Vermont…