London, 02 January 2023

Happy New Year! 2023 sounds awfully futuristic, like something out of a 90s movie with flying cars and meals in pill form. Yet, here we are, still in London, cold and dark. Actually, today there was some sunshine, and I spent time in Weaver Fields, just wandering around Bow. I try to soak up as much daylight as I can before it turns into nautical twilight at 4 PM.

We spent New Year’s Eve at John and Guillermo’s with just one other friend. It was very quiet and family-like, almost intimate, yet there was still some distance between the four of us that hasn’t thawed yet. There was beautiful food and drinks, a little firework display, and some brief talk about New Year’s resolutions. The usual: do more yoga, learn a new skill, get a new job, etc.

I mentioned that I want to experience psilocybin and its therapeutic effects on the mind and old trauma. That’s something I never would have said before. First, because I wasn’t very interested, and second, because I felt the need to maintain a certain image of virtue. Now, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter what others think anymore, and if I want to get somewhere, I might as well ask for directions, right? So in this case, where to get the damn shrooms. But the same applies to other things—maybe they need to be said out loud, with listeners, to have a chance to manifest and for the “universe” to set course on the desired outcome.

So, for this year, or these blank new pages, or whatever you want to call it, I want to follow my intuition more unapologetically. I want to find a way to strip away fear, guilt, and conformity to break free and find my own path in life.

More traditionally, I promise myself to take better care of my body again, get more into biohacking, and work on my brain, agility, and all things good, healthy, and aspirational.

Yesterday, we saw the new Avatar movie, The Way of Water, 12 years after I saw the iconic premiere in Vienna with Balasz.

“The Way of Water has no end; it is around you and in you. Trust the tidal waves and float.”