In less than one hour, I turn 32. A day which I actively looked forward to years ago, now something I dread as it means living up to an expectation. The day needs to be perfect, right? It’s a day when you learn who your true friends are, and the day that you celebrate your time on earth.
I’ve been successfully freelancing in terms of work and life for the last three years, and while my friends and family, as well as so many people I’ve met, have told me that I am perhaps the luckiest and bravest person to be able to roam free, live and travel where I want, and work at any time, there are definitely some struggles that come with being a digital nomad.
thirteen years later,
I’m sad about the people I’ve lost in my life.
No, they aren’t dead, they’re just gone. At least once a day, I think about them – the huge role they played in my life, the way in which they shaped me as a person, the memories. And when something happens that instantly makes me think of them, I do wish I could talk to them again.
Life is an unpredictable mistress full of lessons that sometimes, you wish you didn’t have to learn. And often, you’ll reach a conclusion that people are complete jerks.
Everyone wants to make money. I don’t think there is anyone in the entire world that wants to live in poverty or who enjoys living from paycheck to paycheck…especially if that paycheck is minimal.
when it was good
it was good
i would dance and twirl
that even you
couldn’t catch me