I don’t think there is such a thing as doing it wrong, only doing it better.
It’s tempting to think of transformation as a one-time event, after which, like the brave butterfly emerging from its chrysalis, I’ll be forever changed.
Save first, then figure out how to get by on what’s left. Most people operate in the opposite order.
What am I doing this for? Work. Relationships. Hobbies. I’ve been unhappiest in my life when the question has gone unasked for too long.
As a traveler, where I’ve been isn’t half as important as where I’m going.
One thing I’ve been insecure about however is taking pictures of people. It’s funny because these are the pictures, when I look back, I appreciate the most. They are also the pictures I regret not having taken the most.
I must live my answer. And every day I’m given is another precious opportunity to bellow out at the top of my lungs my answer: THIS is who I am!
As an introvert I was actually pretty worried about constantly having to interact with and rely on strangers. I was anxious about the idea of not always being able to be alone when I needed to be.