Last week I got a tattoo of a cyclist climbing Mont Ventoux. The irony? The tattoo celebrating my favourite pastime is the thing currently stopping me doing it.

As we head into the last weekend before Christmas, it got me thinking about the gap between what we want to be doing and what we find ourselves doing instead - and how we might find happiness in the constraints.

I'm in a good place right now. I know that won't last - life has a way of taking over. But here's what I do know: I've built something.

Over the last year, I've made decisions that leave me genuinely privileged to be where I am. The question is: if you're carrying the weight right now, who's in your camp?