At this time of the year we all think a lot about how hard change is. We’re reaching that point in January when resolutions falter: an initial enthusiasm for the gym crumbles and a commitment to Dry January begins to waver. The temptations of the snooze button and a glass of wine after a hard day become ever harder to resist. 

My own moment of reflection on change came as I sat in a traffic jam in Bogotá, a city in which I am fortunate enough to spend a lot of time for family reasons. It’s a wonderful place with many fine features, but it does have terrible traffic. Locals refer frequently to the transport crisis and it’s cited by most people as the single most negative features of life there (this in itself is an achievement for a city once best known for its crime rate).