Yesterday I did a 1000-piece puzzle with Davidson and his siblings and I really enjoyed it. I can’t remember the last time I did one actually. Maybe when I was 10? Not even sure. And probably not 1000 pieces.
In my lowest days, I used to ask myself what my life would’ve been if I had decided to stay in my corporate job. What if I had made the wrong decision?
I had a stable career in IT, I was living on my own and I was traveling as much as I wanted to. Everything looked good on paper but when I stopped and thought about how my life would be if I continued that job, I couldn’t see myself being happy with having more responsibilities and thus having less family time.
I had decided that I wanted to live in another country. At that time, my focus was on the US. But before making the move there, I wanted to have traveled in 25 countries before the end of my 25th birthday.
Uncertainty is scary. I get that. But you know what’s scarier for me?
I’ve made many mistakes in the past that I’m not proud of. And recently I’ve been thinking about them (don’t ask me why, idk 🤷) and how disappointed I was with my younger self.
Thought about reading my old blog posts and decided to write again on why I ended up alone in Brazil at the end of 2015.
I used to eat 3 meals (+ 1 snack) per day because I always had in mind that skipping breakfast was ‘bad’. But then I realized that by doing so I was eating even when I wasn’t hungry.
If you have a better option, there’s no reason to complain. If you don’t have a better option, it makes no sense to complain.
I used to put so much pressure on myself because I didn’t have my life figured out yet at the end of high school. And even more at 27, after quitting my job, when I realized I still had no idea.