I was riding my bike through a tunnel on the way to yoga on Monday morning and I realised I needed a reset on my year. The opening of the year went a bit differently than I had expected. It cracked; opened portals and skipped timelines, putting me in other timelines, other channels., life-shaping channels. The planning and thought work I’d done in late December and the first day of January had dissolved as I responded to urgent needs.

February is the New January is the quintessential SFC reset mantra, but I decided to play in the ether.

As I was riding I decided to let my surroundings tell me which date to chose for my reset. Emerging from the tunnel, there was the 30km an hour speed limit sign.

30th it is, I decided, quietly thanked the sign and enjoyed the sun on my face on my way to yoga.

What a beautiful day.

Do I believe the ‘universe’ is sending me special messages?

OH HELL NO.

Do I sometimes want to outsource my decision making to my surroundings?

OH HELL YES.

It’s fun. Low stakes. Humble.