But I’m grateful for it. I’m sitting in a hotel in Cebu in the Philippines, staring into a mirror as I type and I recall a journal note I wrote at the age of 17:
“I want to be a travel writer”.
I’ve become the person I always wanted to be.
Room to grow, warts to lose, things to fix, certainly… and it took 25+ years to develop the confidence to make the jump.
But here I am.
You want my advice? (We all know what unrequested advice is worth, but I’m in a mood and I really don’t care)
Whatever it is that you crave, whatever it is that makes you feel complete, whatever it is that gives you that sense of meaning: fucking do it now.
Life is too short. It gets shorter every day.