It’s March already. In a couple of weeks, I’ll turn 35. I’ve lived this long. What have I accomplished? Am I happy with my life? What more do I want? What more do I need? Is there more? Am I selfish to want more? Is it wrong to want more? No. Not financially. It’s more about experience. Adventure.
Time to decide. To make new and big choices in my life. Is this it? Change is always scary. Big and small. That’s my fear. Change. A lot is at stake. A lot is put on the line. There’s just so many challenges ahead. Especially with a new choice.
Will I be able to do it? Will it be the right choice? Will I be lonely? Will I have the strength to move on after the choice has been made?