Resurfacing

Slowly throughout January so far, the peace and quiet of my inbox has escalated into an avalanche of meeting invitations, booking sheets and enquiries. It's on, 2026 has arrived.

New Years Eve 2025 felt different to most others I've experienced. It didn't seem to have the same giddily celebratory nature about it that I usually revel in. It felt more like, "oh, glad we all got through that". Am I becoming jaded or did 2026 roll in somewhat abruptly, as if ahead of schedule - settling down on a spare chair in the corner to wait until its name was called?

I suspect it's about time I acknowledge the visitor in the corner and get on with it. Happy New Year…?