34, and Not Where I Thought I'd Be
I thought that by 34 I’d know what my life was supposed to look like. On the eve of my birthday, I’m starting over and still working out what I want. It’s not the story I planned, and I’m learning to trust the timing of it.
Four Years Ago I Left for Three Months
I bought a one way ticket to Tulum for what was supposed to be a three month adventure. Four years later I'm writing this from the middle of the Indian Ocean. The cost of going was never the flight.
Where I've Been
I should probably explain where I've been. A few months ago we packed up our life in Sydney and left, and I never said a word about it here.
12 Things This Year Taught Me About Showing Up
I've been dreaming about this since 2019. For years, I told people I wanted to start a blog. I created a website. And then I let it sit there while I convinced myself it wasn't ready. Perfectionism is a beautiful cage. Then I took a career sabbatical and made myself a promise: I would stop abandoning passion projects and actually build the life I wanted. In Nepal, tired of my own bullshit, I pressed publish. That was a year ago today. Here's what showing up has taught me.