I appear to be in a rut. I don’t know what I want for the future, I just know that this isn’t it. I want more for myself. I want to look back at photo’s of my life and be happy with the way I’ve lived it: to be jealous of my past self.
What I do know is I don’t want to live in this town for the rest of my life, but I do like my chosen career. I want to see more of the world.
The seed has been planted; I will start looking into how I can change things.
