I am fully alive in each moment of my magnificent journey.

Most moments are admin. Queueing, replying, finding the right form, waiting for a kettle that takes two minutes and feels like six.

Aliveness is not a constant tone laid over all that. It turns up in surprisingly ordinary places — the smell of a car park after rain, the first genuinely cold air of the year meeting your face in a doorway. Small doors, open most days, easy to walk straight past while thinking about the journey as a whole.