It’s already three years ago.
It was a rainy and windy Norwegian summer day. After a brutal winter filled with confusion and tough decisions, an intention started forming in my brain. It wouldn’t be a simple path to follow, and the world was still under the heel of the Covid pandemic. It was a path through vast changes. A path of pain and struggle.
And I was 56 years old already.
But let me tell you a secret. If you really need and want something, it’s never too late. And if it’s not totally impossible, it’s possible.
There’s always hope.
