Retrospectives Aren't Just for the New Year

An insight into life after seven months of retraining as a psychedelic guide and integration coach.

Dear January 2020’s Maria,

I’m writing to you from the near future of a sweltering August day you will have poorly anticipated for by omitting to pack any summer clothes. I’d ask what were you thinking if I didn’t know better. For future reference, though, a couple of summer dresses and T-shirts don’t just weigh less, but will be more useful than a PS4 you’ll only start twice.

You might think what business an only-seven-months-older Maria has writing to you, other than attempting a somewhat artistic and definitely self-indulgent form of putting some thoughts in order. How much wisdom can one accrue in less time than it takes to grow a human baby? How come I always end up with two bananas rotting in the fruit bowl? How many rhetorical questions can I ask before readers catch up with my lack of ideas for a better transition?

Right. So let me tell you about what’s coming.