Ten years ago this week, I re-invented myself.
After so many years of neglect, stress and abuse, my Psyche needed a reboot: I’d had enough.
I decided that no longer was I going to be defined by my career. Nor by my partners. Or by my possessions and income.
I needed to chuck it all. I needed to rediscover what made life worth living—worth getting out of bed in the morning.
Ten years ago this week, I doubted my sanity; “You’re cutting your lifelines and upending your life.”
Six months on—after searching deep and finding a natural purpose and rhythm—I could tease myself with a “Why’d you wait so long to do it, bub?”
In the intervening years, I’ve learned much about myself. About our planet.
About human nature. And friendships.
About art and music; about science. Religions.
And let’s not forget food.
But—most importantly—I am happy*.
I’ve taken creative problem solving—that which has always propelled me—to get me everywhere from the jungles of Laos to the souks of Morocco. From a sea of stars in the Outback to juke joints in the Mississippi Delta.
I’ve seen amazing temples and heard mind-blowing music. I’ve even seen a magnificent sunset or two.
So, on this anniversary I’m left to wonder: What good things will the next 10 years bring?
*(for the most part)
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