At some point in our lives, we ask ourselves “What am I going to do with my life?”. Some of us ask that question at 18, 20, 25 or even later… don’t get me wrong here, not that age doesn’t matter (does it?), but that’s not the point.
Sooner you ask, better? Sooner you “know” better… right? Hmm… slow down buddies, it’s not as easy as it sounds; becaaauuuuuuse a long list of “if-s” comes straight forward knocking on the door.
Now I am 27 and I am still struggling to “know” what am I going to do “When I grow up?” Too young? A bit too late, maybe not to have figured it out yet? It’s never too late and I’ ve been told some stories about it (I will share, promise)
I must confess, firstly I am doing this for myself.
Sometimes I wonder, all the things I know now, wish I would have known in my early 20s. Continue reading At some points in our lives