It's hard to believe, but it's three months since I jumped on a plane to Switzerland to be with my mother when she was dying.
Throughout this intense flight I was nervous and not really in my body - and it was amazing at the same time.
A question: What is the most important thing in your life?
Are you aware of it? Have you ever talked about it with someone?
Maybe it is something so private that you keep it to yourself - it feels too dangerous to share with others.
Yes, there is fear associated with verbalising something that is important to us.
Or: there is never the right time and you might as well do it now.
It's been quiet at my end - there are reasons for that. But let's not go there right now.
It doesn't actually help take the necessary action to get going again.
In the last few months, when I caught up with friends I hadn't seen for a while, they asked me about what had happened to the emails they used to receive from me so regularly.