It was around this time last year we were introduced to the notion that the upcoming year was the Chinese year of the horse and that that would be auspicious for great change-- possibly tumultuous or change of upheaval-- but nonetheless transition and growth. For me, as it turns out, it was. Although not until Halloween. It was the fall that I began exercise in earnest, which led to strains and adjustments, but it was in earnest.
And it also turned out to be a big time of addressing reorganization and management of the creative morass I have accumulated for decades. Start. Just start. Baby steps.