Christmas and New Years Evening have become this hope and love filled marketing bullshit and they were particularly difficult for me this past season.

It daunted on me that it is exactly 10 years since all this started and I realised the baby I aborted would be 7 this year.

Many different lives I could’ve lived. Many lives. Many masters. I suppose.

BUT

I’m still here! Alive and kicking. 2023 is already filled with many exciting projects ahead. I have no regrets. Actually … I do have one single regret that I did not ask Will.i.am for a selfie when we crossed paths on Carnaby Street in London. Ugh.

Life goes on.